A Beacon of Hope

Mumu for teen wolf next generation

[paradigns]

Jonathan had been laying on the couch, tossing a tennis ball up and down by himself. His classes always ended earlier than everybody else, so he was always early for the pack meetings. He didn’t mind the loud buzz of the others, but he definitely appreciated the peace and quiet whenever he was alone. But a loud noise startled him, making him jump and off the couch. He groaned after slamming into the wooden floor, gingerly getting back on his feet. Either someone in the pack was in a bad mood or yet another wild animal had made its way into the house. Whatever had happened, he knew he had to go check it out. His back sore as hell, he made his way through the house, tracking the rustling noises that echoed through the large house. Finally making it into the kitchen, he froze. Ooh boy, Alessandra was pissed. Now it wasn’t that they didn’t get along or anything, they were just… On different wavelengths so to speak. Before he could speak, she had spotted him and shot a glare that would have frozen anybody else’s soul. Jonathan smiled sheepishly, taking a few steps back to lean against the wall to apply pressure to his throbbing back. “Only if you want to, Alessandra,” he replied quietly, silently praying that she wouldn’t redirect her anger towards him. Jonathan healed quickly, yes, but that didn’t take away the split seconds of pain whenever she flipped him over her shoulder and onto the floor during training exercises. Damn, he really needed to catch onto these fighting skills and fast.

[beaconhillsmumu]

Alessandra didn't expect for her day to go as badly as it did. Or for her new ballet teacher to take little miss priss side over hers. The thought of that literally made the young werewolf blood boil and if she wasn't careful back in class, her claws probably would have came out. Not that she wouldn't enjoy clawing that princess eyes out. She sits back on the counter, leaning on the wall as she takes a sip of her water. She looks over at Jonathan, not expecting that he would be the first one to hear how her day went. To be honest, in most cases he would be the target for her anger. Or whenever she tried to help with his fighting skills. She won’t deny that her methods could be a bit harsh when it came to him. She would have to work on her methods one of these. “No need to be so quiet now. I promise not to go into that room upstairs and use you as a punching bag. Plus I should actually use a punching bag to let all this anger out.” Alessandra wanted to blame her anger for her werewolf genes; it seem she became more angry after finding out what she was. “Anyways, in dance class, that blondie that I told you guys about and whose guts I absolutely hate, decided to trip me. And it was when I was about to go and do my solo for our dance routine. And I may or may not have, got up and push her; not to hard though. So in that moment, I wanted to punch her lights out especially when our teacher decided it would be best if I go home and cool off.” She made a face as she bit  into her apple again. “And I swear my eyes would have start glowing if I didn't get out that room. Now, I’m planning my revenge.” She took a deep breathe as she closes her eyes, counting to ten before opening them. “That trick really does not help with anger by the way. Next time, I’m not listening to my dad. So, was your day better than mines?”

[paradigns]

Reading in peace, a luxury that Peyton rarely got to enjoy. With her pack around, it was virtually impossible to get any reading done, especially if something supernatural had happened. And she had finally gotten to the climax of the story, where the heroine was trapped in a corner with only a pen to save her life. But of course, that peace that she had enjoyed so much earlier shattered when her dearest best friend walked over. She used the words “best friend” carefully. Peyton rolled her eyes, readying herself for yet another story about Caleb’s conquest. It was despicable, but could she really do anything about it? Well, there were a few things that she could do, but she’d probably get herself grounded for doing so. There were probably a couple of things what would land her in jail, and she was way too smart for that. She reached over to steal a taco before settling back in her seat. Caleb wasn’t growing that much. “Go ahead, speak,” she said before biting into the taco. Why were college tacos such bliss?

[beaconhillsmumu]

If there was one thing that Caleb was good at; was spilling out every personal or detail story that usually involved himself and another girl. But he could always count on one person to listen because if he had no one to talk to, the poor young man would probably end up talking to himself. And that would not help the beautiful ladies come to him. He noticed Peyton rolled her eyes and he wouldn't deny that most times; his stories deserved more than a eye roll. And most times he would literally get a smack in the back of the head, it was a common thing for the two of them. He grinned to himself before pouting once he sees her steal a taco. “Now, I only have three left to eat.” He muttered under his breathe before taking a sip of his water. “I know that you really don’t want to hear but I’m going to say thank you anyway.” He told her as he toss a grin her way. “Anyways, blue and browned haired lady finally decided to call me. After weeks of calling me out on everything and being quite rude. i probably deserved it but I will spare you all the details, But she did come over.” He was grinning from ear to ear as he bites into one of his tacos. “But I will say I told you that she would come around.” He took another bite of his taco before pointing to her book. “Is it any good?”

[paradigns]

“Because I know you, you little dork,” Isla said, bringing her knees up to her chest to rest her feet on the edge of the seat. Her eyes swept over the books sprawled across the table, her eyebrows furrowed at the amount of work the Catalina always put into studying. It was a bit ridiculous. Admirable? A little. But only a little. The smell of coffee from the people around her overwhelming her nostrils, and the sound of papers rustling and frantic whispers clogged her ears, only reminding Isla of how much she despised libraries. For a place that’s supposed to be a quiet study place, it sure as hell wasn’t very quiet. “Ugh, I have no idea how you study here, it’s so noisy and smelly,” she complained, covering her nose and mouth with her hand. “What are you studying for anyway? I thought you didn’t have an exam for like… Another week or something?” She paused a bit, almost rolling her eyes at herself for momentarily forgetting who Catalina really was. “Y’know, according to Ma, you’ve only inherited your mom’s school genes. Stiles sucked at the whole scholarly thing.”

[beaconhillsmumu]

Catalina looked across at Isla giving her a look. “And I know you, you….big haired diva.” She frowned to herself at realizing what she said. I really need to work on my insults, she thought to herself as she shook her head. She paused the song playing on her ipod as she turned back to her notes, giving them a quick glance. In a matter of minutes, all the information would be stuck in her head. She had no idea where she could've gotten her photographic memory from. she would guess her mother instead of her father though. “It is noisy and smelly.” She agreed with her before adding as she points to her ipod, “But my ipod helps with the noise. As for the smell, I tend to to go out in the hall for some fresh air every once in awhile.” She told her as she was flipping pages through one of her books. “Chemistry. And it’s actually in two weeks. But I have to study weeks before because, he tends to be a bastard when it comes to test. Plus you know if I don’t study weeks before, I would end up pulling my hair out.” She said as she shook her head to herself. “Plus I wouldn't be able to rock the whole bald look.” She muttered to her as she raised a eyebrow. “Yeah I know. I tried to get him to help with a project and he immediately called for mom...15 minutes later.” She leaned back in her chair running her fingers through her hair. “Anyways, what are you doing here? I know you hate libraries.”

[paradigns]

Dalton sighed loudly, shifting his heavy backpack from one shoulder to the other. His professors had to be in cahoots with each other or something, piling on pounds and pounds of homework that was due later on this week. It was absolutely ridiculous, don’t they realize that college students have other things to do with their time? And Dalton had a crap ton of other things to do, what, with the pack meeting later on that would most likely end with his needing to do something. Responsibility, what a pain. Speaking of responsibility, somebody – he wasn’t exactly sure who, it was someone with a really high voice and someone who spoke really quickly, so it was probably Miki – had told him to go find the little golden boy and make sure that he attends the meeting, too. He didn’t really know why she made it his job to babysit Benjamin, but he really didn’t want to endure another lecture. Dalton made his way to the little garage that Benjamin was always stuck in, pushing the door open with his foot. “Yikes, what are you gonna do to me? Throw a wrench at me?” he asked with a wide, mocking smile on his face. As if Benjamin could do anything to him. They’re not allowed to hurt the only human in the pack. That’s just cruel. Plus, he had incriminating pictures of little Benny anyway. Dalton was golden. “Oh, it’s the former. But y’know, I’d love to watch you struggle a little, too.”

[beaconhillsmumu]

Benjamin shook his head to himself as he looked over his car once again tilting his head to the side. Next time, he had to remind himself to be careful with his car. Rosie already been through so much, he thought to himself. His parents most definitely had to know what the young boy been up to lately. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if this was punishment for not telling them the truth or for wrecking his car. Benjamin glanced over his shoulder at Dalton with a raised eyebrow before using the wrench to tighten up a part for his engine. “To be honest, I could throw a wrench at you, but it could lead quite a bruise.” He told him as he mind drifted off to how long it would take to fix his car. Probably a matter of weeks, it he was being honest to himself. At Least his parents weren't making him pay for any parts he may need for his car. “Plus, why throw a wrench at you when I could just bite you?” He said as he turns to him, tossing a grin his way while showing off his fangs. “It would lead a bit of a scar and I know it would hurt like a bitch.” He smirked to himself as he grabs the towel, wiping off the grease on his hand. As if, Benjamin would hurt Dalton. He was the only human in the group after all. “Miki sent you didnt she? Next time, you should let her know that I will be right on time. And speaking of struggling, seems like I’m not the only one.” He pointed to his backpack with an obvious smirk on his face.

[beaconhillsmumu]

Benjamin quickly walked out of his house with a water bottle and towel. Ever since he gotten home two hours ago, he been working on his car. Last week, when he decided to participate in a illegal activity known as drag racing, his car almost didn't make it. Of course, his parents didn't know about what really happen or he would be grounded for life. They thought that another car had hit his before running away after the accident. Even though, he had a feeling that one of his dad’s would be quite proud of him. He grinned to himself as he thought for a second on which parents would not care about what happen. As long as he gotten hurt of course. He whistled to himself as he walks into his garage placing his water bottle and towel on the table. He sighed as he rubbed his hands together. “Hopefully I will be almost finish before the pack meeting in a couple of hours.” He said as he walked over to his car, lifting up the hood, figuring out what to fix next. “This must be punishment….maybe they really know what happened a week ago.” He muttered as he thought about it. For a second, it did make sense, his parents were making him fix his car instead of taking it to an autoshop. Not that he had a problem with it since he loved working on cars...but his own car was another matter. “You will look brand new soon, Rosie.” He sighed as he turns around after hearing footsteps. “You should know better then to sneak up on me.” He told his friend with a grin before grabbing a wrench out of his tool box. “Did you come by to make sure I go to the meeting today? Or to watch as I struggle to fix my car?”

[beaconhillsmumu]

Alessandra was trying to maintain her growling under her breathe as she was walking down a path to the pack house. She figured that everyone would be at the pack house by now. Especially the younger ones. She balled up her fist as she was thinking about the day she had. Or how her dance classes had went for the day. She couldn't wait to tell her pack members or beat up one of the punching bags in the basement. For once, her parents would be proud of her for taking her anger out on a punching bag instead of a student. But she wouldn’t deny that she would have gotten what she deserved. She walks into the house throwing her bag on the floor, making a loud noise heard throughout the house. “I want everyone to know that I’m in a bad mood and it would be best to stay clear of me.” She warned in a loud enough voice as she walks toward the kitchen. She figured it was best to calm down first before telling anyone or she may end up snapping at one of them. Even though that wasn’t anything new. She grabbed a apple and a bottle of water out of the fridge, as she takes the bite of the apple. She heard footsteps before turning around. “Don't anyone listen around here?” She muttered under her breathe as she placed her hand on her hip. She shook her head before jumping up on the counter. “I guess this is the part where you ask what’s wrong and I say how badly my day was right?”

[beaconhillsmumu]

Caleb stuffed his hands in his pockets as he was walking toward the cafeteria. He was grinning ear to ear as he thought of the great news he had to tell his pack members. Not that they would really care for the news that he would be telling them. But he loved knowing that they would listen to him despite the pointless news that don't’ affect them at all. He waved to a couple of friends from his photography class as he pass by them. Speaking of photography, he thought to himself as he pulled his camera out of his bag. He presses the button to look through his photos as he was walking. “Hmm I think this will be a good one to turn into Ms. Walsh.” He muttered under his breathe as he passed by a couple of girls that were possibly freshman due to how much they were giggling. “Hey ladies.” He said slowly with a wink toward them as he walks past them. He walks through the cafeteria doors before heading toward the line for the somewhat good food they were having today. He grabbed a tray as he noticed a sign on the door. “I forgot today was Taco tuesday.” He muttered with a grin as he began making his own taco, adding everything on it. After obtaining his meal for the day, he headed outside to his packs table. “What? I’m a growing man.” He said in response to his pack member expression at the food on his tray. He sits down the tray before sitting down on the bench. “So I have great news...for me.” He said before adding, “Remember when I told you about that girl with the brown and blue hair?”

[beaconhillsmumu]

Catalina was humming along to her song on her ipod as she was studying for an upcoming exam. The one trait that she knew she didn't get from her father. She grinned at the thought as she continued taking notes. Even though she didn't have to study, all it took was one look at the material and she could remember it without taking a look at it again. She glanced around the library at the college she was attending, she could already see the coffee addicts working hard at cramming for an upcoming exam as well. Except Catalina upcoming exam was almost two weeks away. But she knew it was better to start early instead of later since her teacher was hard when it came to his tests. She looks down at her watch noticing that she had two hours until she had to meet the pack back at the pack house. She knew it was an important meeting since none of them were going to be telling their parents about it. She took a moment to wonder about what the meeting would be about. She already had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her thoughts were interrupted as someone sat down in front of her. She sighed as she placed her pen down. “How exactly did you know I would be here?” She asked with a raised eyebrow at her pack member.