sup brothas! here's another chapter, thanks again for the love (and hatred of luna's mom lmao) XxxXxx

there's so much eating in this chapter? lmao

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HARPER'S POV

It felt like it was a hangover.

I'd taken a long ass bath after Peter had driven me home, and was now sitting in front of my makeup desk, my body covered inside a bathrobe as I was brushing my hair.

I was still trying to figure out last night; it had to be a dream. It couldn't have been true—! I mean, Luna doing actual magic? Peter turning into a fucking wolf? Bobby getting eaten by a white wolf?

It had to be a dream.

And then there was a knock on my door.

"Yeah?" I asked, and the door opened, and from the mirror I saw my dad walking in.

"Hey," I said, surprised, and got up from the chair, facing him as I pulled my bathrobe tighter.

"Hey," he said. He sounded sad. "Um...?"

He gestured towards the bed, and sat on it, still staring at me sadly. Then he patted the place next to him.

I frowned and walked over to him, sitting down on the bed too.

"Honey—" he started. "I don't know how to tell you this."

My stomach turned around.

No.

"Bobby's dead."

My eyes widened, tears immediately bursting into them.

"We found him this morning in the woods." He said.

"Oh my God," I breathed out.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie." Dad mumbled, and my gaze slid somewhere into the floor, not really focused on anything; just my head trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

LUNA'S POV

"Hey, I'm gonna leave from home now, where do I meet you?" I asked Peter on the phone as I was about to get out of my room.

"Meet me at the trailer."

"Okay, bye," I said, before I hung up. I walked down the stairs, and glanced at my mom in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go out," I called out to her.

"Okay," I heard an answer as I walked out and closed the door behind me.

—-—

Teresa Lavenders didn't get it.

How could he not be dead? How could he be in a coma?

She'd done everything right. She must've done; being a witch as old as her, there could be no mistakes she might've done!

So she was sitting in the kitchen, going through the spell inside her book one more time.

"I'm gonna go out," her daughter told from the vestibule.

"Okay," the woman just said, not really paying attention. She was too busy trying to figure out why Roman Godfrey wasn't dead, like he was supposed to be.

—-—

LUNA'S POV

I gave the trailer three sharp knocks, and fast it opened.

"Hey!" I smiled at Lynda.

"Hey," she smiled back, looking a little excited.

I just raised my brows lightly, the smile still on my lips— I just figured that Peter's mom was just a little one of a kind. She seemed to be like a mother-to-everyone type of a person, really. And a little silly, hence why I didn't question her excited smile.

Even though I should have, cause as I stepped in—

"So, are we going?" I started to ask, but my gaze slid from Peter sitting by the coffee table to the guy opposite him.

"Roman—?" I blurted out, and he turned around, his lips parting lightly as he got up from the sofa.

My smile grew wide as I hurried over to him, wrapping my arms in his neck and getting up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

"Oh my God—!" I chuckled as I pulled away, holding his face now.

"I take it you're not mad anymore?" He asked, confused.

I just shook my head with a smile.

"Sad to interrupt the heartwarming moment, but we better get going," Peter spoke from behind Roman.

I nodded and pulled my hands down from Roman's neck, but as I was about to take a step forwards he slid his hand down to mine. I glanced at our intertwined fingers with a small smile before starting to walk out.

"Bye, mrs Rumancek," I said to Lynda.

"Oh sweetie, please call me Lynda." She said.

I just smiled at her lightly.

"Bye Lynda," Roman said.

"Bye," Lynda smiled.

Just as me and Roman stepped out, I gasped, seeing Harper just by the stairs, staring at us. She looked like Christina on the night of the party.

"Harp—"

"Explain." She cut me off.

I didn't know what to say.

"Bobby's dead," she started. "Peter— Peter turned into a wolf. And you? You, you did this, this circle that flashed with blue and— and a fucking wolf ate Bobby, Luna!"

I bit my lip and glanced at Roman.

"Don't look at him— look at me! I am freaking out!" Harper blurted out.

I sighed and let go of Roman's hand, walking over to Harper now.

"Okay, but you're gonna have to sit down."

"I just called my cousin, she can have us but we're gonna have to leave now, or otherwise we're gonna have to wait till tomorrow– oh, hey, Harper," Peter had rushed out of the trailer and was now standing in front of us, staring at Harper. She was just glaring at him.

"Okay, come with us. I'll explain it all once we're there," I said to Harper.

—-—

Ding Dong!

Teresa Lavenders rang the doorbell of a cabin near the lake.

No answer.

Ding Dong!

She was starting to get annoyed.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding do—

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Said a muffled voice through the door until it finally opened, by a man in his pajamas.

"You were asleep?" Teresa frowned. "It's 4pm."

"I am an unemployed man," Leon said. "Come on in."

He stepped aside to let the red haired witch walk in to the house.

"Your spell didn't work." Teresa said.

"What?" Leon frowned as he closed the door.

"I said, your spell didn't work. The Upir is still alive." She said.

"Well then you must've done something wrong," Leon shrugged, and Teresa walked over to him furiously.

"I do not make mistakes." She growled.

"Obviously, you did." Leon said, leaning downwards towards her; "Did you make sure he was completely sober?"
"What?" Teresa frowned.

"You can't kill anyone through the power of your mind if they aren't fully physically and emotionally available." He said. "You can't expect to connect with their bodies and minds when they're fuzzy."

"So you're telling me that because he might or might not have been drunk on cider is the reason he isn't dead?" Teresa spat.

"That, or he might not be aware of his nature yet." Leon said, and this made Teresa think in silence, her brows still furrowed.

LUNA'S POV

I'd explained everything to Harper, starting from Johnny's accident to what a vargulf is, and she was now just staring at me.

We were sitting in the corner of one of the rooms in Peter's cousin's apartment, while she was talking with Peter and Roman in the kitchen.

"Please say something." I said to Harper.

"Like what?" Harper asked.

"Like what are you thinking?" I asked.

"I'm thinking that you're all fucking crazy," she blurted out.

Then Roman walked in to the room.

"Hey, you guys coming?" He asked.

I nodded and then turned my gaze back to Harper, who sighed, but got up with me.

We walked inside to the kitchen, where Peter's cousin was standing by the counter with Roman and Peter.

"Oh," she spoke. "The girls from the hallway finally appear."

Awkward.

Then she smiled and walked over to us.

Her body was tall and slender, she had brown hair, and her clothes were very bohemian.

"Hi." She then said and offered me a hand. "I'm Destiny."

I glanced at it.

"Luna," I said with a small smile, and the second I grabbed her hand, her eyes widened.

"You're a witch." She said.

I didn't say anything— was it a bad thing?

Then she smiled.

"Exciting," she then said and let go of my hand. "Use your gift well."

Then she turned to Harper.

"Hello," Destiny said.

"Hi," Harper said.

Silence. We were all staring at her.

"I'm Harper." She said.

"Hello, Harper." Destiny said and turned towards the counter again.

"Now— a Vargulf becomes a Vargulf when they turn on a wrong moon. Right?" She asked like she was giving us lecture. I mean, she kinda was.

"Right." Peter answered.

"And that happens when a human drinks from the footprint of a werewolf." Destiny said. "The difference between a werewolf and a Vargulf is that they're insane. Like, literally, insane. They are physically and mentally insane."

"How do we kill one?" Peter asked.

Destiny turned to him.

"First, you have to track down one." She said.

She walked over to her bookshelf and ran her finger over the books before grabbing a thick book and walking back over to us.

She slammed the book on the table and went through the pages, before ripping one off and handing it to Peter.

"Here's how." She said.

"So we're just gonna wait?" I asked, grabbing another french fry as we (me, Harper and Peter) were sitting inside the steel mill ruins, Peter inside his symbolic circle or something. As we now knew that he wasn't going on a killing-spree every full moon, we could just sit a few feet away from him without a protection circle.

"Yeah," Peter answered. "Cause once I turn, I'm able to smell the Vargulf and maybe that'll lead us to whoever it is."

"This is so fucked up," Harper commented, and we glanced at each other.

"How can you even eat?" She blurted out as I stuffed another fry in my mouth.

"What?" I asked. "I'm hungry."

She just stared at me weirded out.

"Okay, it's almost midnight," Roman walked in. "There's no one outside so it's safe."

Peter nodded as Roman sat down next to me, and leaned to grab a fry from me.

"Harper, if you don't wanna see this..." Peter mumbled to her.

Me and Roman turned to look at her too, and she glanced at the all of us.

"What, like I'm gonna leave and be left out on all the supernatural drama again?" She asked. "Besides, I've already seen you do it once, so."

"That doesn't really count. You were in shock," Peter said, and almost right after his sentence he let out a scream.

I was about to grab another fry, but just then the flesh on his hands fell to the floor.

My nose scrunched up as I pulled my hand back to myself.

"Lost my appetite." I said to Roman who looked at me questioningly.

I glanced at Harper who was staring at Peter with her jaw down low.

I guess she was really doing her best to get in to all of this, but currently she looked like she was gonna walk straight to a psychiatrist after this.

And then Peter was done transforming.

"Okay, Scooby–" Roman started and got up, and suddenly there was a gunshot, Peter falling to his side.

I gasped and all three of us were about to rush over to him, but then Chasseur jumped from somewhere above us behind him, and placed a knife on his throat.

"Stop!" She spat. "Take one step closer and I'll cut his throat."

"Let him go, Chasseur," Roman said.

"He isn't your friend, Roman," Chasseur said. "He's not even a human!"

"Let him go you bitch!" Harper spat.

Chasseur's gaze flipped to her.

"Ah," she said. "I heard about Bobby. Sucks for you, sister."

Harper was about to take a step closer but Roman shoved her back.

I was trying to move the knife from her hands with my telekinesis, but the grasp of her hand was too tight on it.

"Leave." Chasseur said to us.

"No," Roman spat.

"Go, or I will kill him." Chasseur said.

None of us moved.

"You stupid kids," she growled, and was about to shove the knife into Peter's throat.

"Okay!" Roman blurted out, raising his hands. "We'll go. Just don't kill him. Okay?"

"Go." Chasseur just said.

"Come on," Roman mumbled and started to walk out. Me and Harper followed, giving Chasseur one last glares.

As soon as we were outside, Roman kicked a trash can.

"Fuck!" He cursed out.

"Hey," I tried to calm him, walking over to him as he kicked down another trash can.

"It's okay, we're gonna go get him, okay?" I asked.

He didn't say anything, didn't even look at me, just stared at the ground.

"Okay?" I asked softly, caressing his back.

Then he nodded.

"Exactly what was the reason all three of you skipped the locking?"

Roman, Harper and I were all staring in the principals office.

We glanced at each other.

"I was in a coma, sir." Roman said.

"And the two of you? In a coma too?" Principal Geller asked, raising his brows.

"No, we um..." I was hitting blank.

"I was having girl problems," Harper rushed to say. "Luna was helping me."

He stared at us.

"And your fourth friend...?" He asked.

"Peter?" Roman asked.

"Yes, where is he? He's not even present here." He frowned.

We glanced at each other.

How do you say he got kidnapped by a freaking wildlife officer?

"He's traveling."

"He's sick."

"He's visiting his grandma."

We all spoke at the same time, and then silenced at the same time as mr Geller just raised his brows at us.

"He's visiting his grandma, sick." I said fast.

"Uh-huh..." Mr Geller said, then staring at us quietly for what felt like an eternity.

"Okay, I'm not gonna fail your classes; but I am gonna detention you. All of you. So tell that to your friend Mr Rumancek."

"How does he think we'd have time to sit in detention?!" Roman blurted out as the three of us were going to his home. "We have our hands full with this whole Vargulf crap!"

"I'm just glad he didn't fail us." I said.

"Whatever," Roman growled. "I just wanna figure out a way to get Peter back. It's gonna be another full moon soon."

"I don't think we need to do that," Harper said, and we all stopped as we saw Peter with Shelley and Letha in the living room.

"Peter," Roman blurted out and we all rushed over to him.

"How'd you get out?!" Harper asked.

"Olivia helped me." He said.

Roman raised his brows lightly.

"So where's Chasseur now?" I asked.

"No idea," Peter murmured, giving us a light shrug and a shake of his head, in a sorry- way.

Roman stared at his friend questioningly.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Silence.

"The twins are dead," Peter said. "Sheriff thinks it was me; they went over to the trailer and ruined it."

"Oh my God," I blurted out.

"That's terrible," Harper said.

"Shit. I'm sorry man," Roman said.

Peter just nodded, and then cleared his throat.

"I'm hungry. Is there any food here?" Peter asked.

"Um... sure," Roman said. "I'll come looking with you."

The boys took off and me and Harper sat down to the sofa.

"Hey Luna." Shelley's machine spoke.

I smiled at her.

"Hey Shelley," I said, my gaze then turning to Letha.

Harper gave Shelley a small smile.

"Hey," I said. "I don't know if we've ever, like, formally met."

She smiled.

"I'm Luna," I said, offering a hand.

"Hey, I'm Letha. I've heard so much about you," she said. "Nice to finally meet the famous Luna."

"Really?" I asked. "I hope it's all good."

She chuckled as we stopped shaking hands.

"It's all good." She smiled.

Then her gaze turned to Harper.

"We've met," she said. "At the diner."

"Yeah," Harper nodded.

There was an awkward tension in the air; and then the boys got back already.

"Pizza!" Harper gasped and leaned to grab a piece as soon as Peter placed the plate on the table.

"Jesus," Peter blurted out. "When's the last time you ate?"

"This morning," Harper commented with a smirk.

"Aren't you gonna eat, babe?" Peter asked Letha.

"I'm not that hungry," she said, glancing at Harper who was fully enjoying her slice.

"Actually, I think I should get going."

"What? Already?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, there's some homework I still gotta do," Letha said, getting up.

"Oh, about school; you've got detention." Harper said to Peter. "Well, all of us got."

"Great." Peter said.

Then Letha gave him a kiss and waved at all of us, "Bye" being mumbled from all of us before she was gone.

"Shelley, why don't you go feed your goldfish?" Roman asked her.

Shelley looked a little sad but then nodded and got upstairs.

"We need to plan strategy." Roman spoke as soon as she was gone.

"No— first, what did she do to you?" I asked Peter.

"She locked me up in a cage," Peter said. "And almost soon after that Olivia came and rescued me."

I frowned.

"Okay, now that we've got that clear; strategy." Roman said and I glanced at him, slightly annoyed.

"Well, I'm gonna try it again." Peter shrugged. "No other options."

HARPER'S POV

Almost as soon as we'd left the Godfrey house, cops had came and almost shot Peter, so he had to leave and go someplace else; and now he was staying in a abandoned church.

"Hello?" I called as I walked in, glancing around and trying to find Peter.

"Harper," said a surprised voice, and I turned around, seeing him stand behind me, rubbing his hair like he'd just gotten out of a shower. Which seemed to be weird, cause I mean, it was an abandoned church— but then again, Peter also did turn into a wolf during full moon so I guess it wasn't a problem for him to like take a swim in a puddle somewhere.

"Hey," I blurted out, lifting up a diner takeaway bag. "I brought milkshakes!"

He started to smile and then chuckled.

"Great, have a seat," he pointed towards the floor where a mattress was spread.

LUNA'S POV

"So how was it?" I asked Roman as we were sitting on top of his car's hood, parked by the lake.

"How was what?" He asked.

"Your coma," I said. "Did you like, have a dream or something? Or was it just black?"

He was quiet for a moment and then turned his gaze away from me.

"Yeah, I had a dream of some kind." He said.

I bit my lip as I stared at him.

"Peter told me you were on drugs." I said.

He snorted.

"What a snitch," he just said.

"I didn't know you did drugs," I said.

He turned his head towards me again.

"I was just having a rough day. I don't do drugs," he said.

I didn't say anything.

"I promise." He said, leaning to give my cheek a little tickle with his finger.

I gently slapped his hand away.

"I heard you went to the woods with Peter during his transformation," he said. "To help him find out if he's the killer."

"Yeah," I said.

"That was cool of you." He said.

"Well I mean, he's my friend too." I shrugged lightly. "Of course I wanted to help."

He smiled, and I returned it before leaning my head towards his shoulder and just staring at the night sky.

"I'm just glad that you're back." I murmured.

He pressed a kiss to my hair.

"Me too."

HARPER'S POV

"So..." I started, as me and Peter were sitting on the mattress. "Exactly how long will you be hiding in here, Hermit?"

Peter snorted.

"I don't know," he said. "As long as I have to."

I nodded, sucking the rest of my milkshake from the mug.

"How's Letha?" I asked.

"Why?" He asked.

I shrugged.

"I don't know, just... how's she taking all of this?" I asked. "Like, does she know that you're a...?"

"Why are you interested?" He tilted his head.

Silence.

"Just wondering." I shrugged.

He didn't say anything, just eyed me curiously as he sipped his milkshake.

"How are you holding up?" He then asked, completely changing the subject.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, with Bobby and everything." He said.

I glanced away.

"There's a lot of stuff going on for you right now."

I turned my gaze back to him and nodded.

"Yeah, a lot to deal with," I agreed. "I don't know— how does one deal with seeing their ex boyfriend being eaten by a werewolf? Or a, a veregolf or whatever the fuck it was."

"Vargulf," Peter corrected.

"Right." I said.

"And I don't know," he said. "But if it makes you feel any better, I think you're doing great."

I smiled lightly.

"Thanks." I said.

Then he sipped his milkshake again.

"These things are amazing, by the way." He said. "No wonder you like these so much."

I chuckled.

LUNA'S POV

Roman had given me a ride home and stopped the car about a block away from my house.

"So— is Peter gonna try again tomorrow?" I asked, and Roman nodded.

"I guess so."

"There's another full moon coming," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "That's why we need to figure this shit out and be ready."

I nodded in agreement.

"Well, see you at school tomorrow," I said, about to lean in to kiss him but he spoke.

"School, at times like these—"

I just rolled my eyes lightly and silenced him with my lips.

"Good night." I said, and got out of the car.

"Good night," he said and I gave him a small smile before closing the door and walking home.

HARPER'S POV

"No, but seriously, if you're gonna stay here for longer than a week; I suggest you go on a shopping spree. That place looks like it's out of The Exorcist." I smirked at Peter as we were standing outside now, me ready to leave.

"I'll keep that in mind," he smirked back, and I chuckled.

"Thanks for the uh, the milkshake." He said. "And the company."

I smiled at him.

"Yeah, no problem." I said.

There was an awkward silence; and there might have been a tension.

"I should probably get going," I said, breaking the moment.

Peter nodded fast.

"Right." He said.

"Good night," I smiled lightly.

He returned it.

"Night." He said quietly.

I then turned around and was ready to walk away, but was suddenly yanked back by Peter, and before I could react any better, I felt his lips on mine.

It was a surprise, of course— but I kissed him back.

And then, softly he pulled away, and we were just staring at each other, neither of us really sure of what had just happened.

"I— I should really go," I bubbled out.

He didn't say anything, just nodded fast.

"Bye," I breathed out and turned around, starting to hurry away from him.