CHAPTER 12

A/N: So someone mentioned something about Tristan's character and how he was 'stoic and uninteresting.' and 'replying with single words'. I just want to clear that up before I receive another comment, or review, about an 'uninteresting bipolar' MC. 

The reason for Tristan's character is because of the express fact that he's a vampire. They are recluse by nature. They are not exactly a people's person, unlike werewolves. 

Tristan communicates very well with people he knows(currently Satomi's pack) as seen in this chapter, and his 'stoicism' is reserved for strangers. Normally he'll open up once he gets to know them more. 

Vampires are often associated with edginess for a reason you know, not that I'm trying to make my MC one mind you. 

PS: If we get to 250 stones this week, I will drop a extra chapter 😉

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"What are we going to do about that sign?" Malia asked as they were both taking a morning walk at Tristan's suggestion as the house still reeked of their arousal and them staying in it was just another prelude to another round of mind blowing sex. It wasn't a wonder why Jiang, Tierney, Lori and Brett didn't want to stay with them for extended periods of time. Normally they had self control but it was hard for them to stop when they started getting into the throes of passion, mostly for Malia. It could be said, quite seriously, that she was the one who corrupted Tristan, something she took great pride in whenever it was pointed out. 

"We are not doing anything, Malia. It's none of our business to meddle with the actions of another werewolf, especially when it's done in the name of revenge. Whoever has a grudge will sooner or later answer the call and hopefully they'll kill themselves and stop increasing the tension in Beacon Hills." 

It was none of their business and it also wasn't in their nature to meddle in something that was of no concern to them and they had no connection with. It would be a different case if the question of morality was brought up, but even then they'll still weigh their decision with the effect it'll have on the pack. And besides, vendettas were at most times a prelude to territorial wars and what he needed the least was getting dragged into a squabble of a part of the supernatural community. 

"Besides, it's not like we're the only werewolf pack on Beacon Hills. Everyone knows to stay in their lane, this way when the Hunters come, they won't get dragged into the quagmire." Even if they've never met any of the ones called Hunters, some of the older members of the pack have come across them and they had various impressions of the group. 

To some of them, the Hunters were a self-righteous bunch while others saw them as a hypocritical group of bloodthirsty demented humans. Whatever it was, Hunters weren't seen favorably by any supernatural, least of all werewolves. 

Hunters hardly worried themselves about other types of supernatural unless when they were causing trouble without a smokescreen but when it came to werewolves, it became personal. 

There was no Hunter who had a favorable impression of a werewolf just as there was no werewolf who could tolerate their presence. 

Though surprisingly, Satomi was one of the rare few werewolves who completely accepted the existence of the Hunting families as a necessary force. 

"Every other werewolf in Beacon Hills will be doing the same thing as we are: spectating."

"Oh man! And here I thought we'd do something fun before we start school." Even if she might want some excitement before she starts dealing with other hormonal teenagers, she still understood why no one else was reacting. The situation might have been different if the Hale family were still present but they weren't. "Where are we going anyway?"

"We're meeting up with Demarco. He called us to see if we could help him move drinks. I think the Beacon Hills graduating year are hosting a party and he got the gig for drinks." 

That got Malia's attention as the werecoyote looked like she just got the best idea. "Oh that's nice. Maybe we can just stay at the party after we're done with the drinks. It's a high school graduating party so no one will notice." 

"I don't see a problem with that and Demarco probably wouldn't but I don't think surrounding ourselves with a booze-infected party and drunk high-schoolers is such a good idea." He voiced out his thoughts as the reasonable party but his accomplice wasted no time in shooting it down. 

"It's a high school party, what could possibly go wrong?"

"You know you just dissed Murphy, right?"

"It's a high school party, Tristan. They are supposed to get wasted as fuck and make out with anybody who is anywhere as drunk as them. We on the other hand are a werecoyote and you. We'll be totes fine." 

Thinking about it from her point of view, he had to agree that there was nothing they had to worry about. The only problem was making sure they didn't get as wasted as the others and since they don't go to the school, no one would be able to tell if they were freshmen or sophomores. He only had to watch out for Malia's intake because even if they had some sort of heightened resistance, they could still get drunk if they go over the limit of their tolerance. 

They walked over to a bar, owned by Demarco, another Beta of Satomi and walked in through the back door. It wasn't the first time they've come here so none of the day workers gave them a hassle. 

"Hey guys. Surprised to see you both here." Their attention was immediately drawn to one of the tables as soon as they entered the bar. On the table were two people, a man and a woman, both being people they were familiar with. 

Like Tristan and Malia, both were also a part of Satomi's pack. 

"Hey Joanne, Richard. How's it going?" Tristan asked as he took a seat by their side. Though he didn't have that much interaction with them, all pack members were family so he naturally treated them as such. 

"Nothing. We just thought we'll grab a drink before we clock in for work. And I half thought you both preferred being stuck in your caves."

"We do." They both replied in unison making them all pause before bursting out in laughter. 

"What are you guys out here for anyway?" Joanne, a woman in her mid-twenties with short black hair, asked. 

"We got hired as extra muscles. I think he just wants us out of the house, or out of the wild." Not caring about their reaction, Malia took Joanne's half-full glass of cocktail and downed it under the impressed gaze of those at the table. 

"Riiight. I think I heard Demarco talking about that. It's supposed to be some victory/graduation party for the Beacon Hills seniors since they won. What I would give to have fun at a high school party and just get wasted. Those were the days." Joanne said with a forlorn look on her face while Richard nodded. 

"So high school is supposed to be fun?"

As the one who detested going back to school from the duo, Malia never spared a chance when she came across reliable sources and always asked them how high school was. 

So far she has gotten varying responses from the people she's asked. Most of the people still in high school either complain and bitch about it or they say it's satisfactory or any other mid-response they could give. Conversely, every other person she's asked who graduated high school only had good and fun things to say about it. 

The stark responses made her wonder if she was supposed to enjoy it AFTER she graduated. That sounded like a lot of wasted time to her. 

"Well the experiences differ so you'll just have to experience it yourself to form your own opinion. Oh come on now, stop making that face." Joanne drew the pouting Malia to her side while the two men at the table just enjoyed the view. "It's high school, Malia. Not some old spooky traditional sacrifice. Better still, you have Tristan by your side so whenever you feel bored just disturb him."

"Hey guys." Their talk was interrupted by a man carrying a keg with one hand and making his way to their table. 

"Demarco, what's up man." Richard shook the hands of the thick bearded man that came to their table. 

"Well business' been moving so I guess that's good. Trist, Malia. You guys sure came early." He patted Tristan and Malia on their backs before excusing himself. "Let me go drop this in the cellar and I'll be with you guys."

"Don't worry, Demarco. Me and Joanne were thinking about leaving before you came in. Just make sure these two don't get themselves carried away will'ya." Richard said before they both took their leave and left Demarco to attend his pub. 

"So what have you both been up to? I think it's been a month since we last saw each other." Tristan lifted the keg Demarco had been carrying with one hand and put it on his shoulders and followed him down to the cellar. 

"With Malia around? Nothing much. We did watch Brett's game last week but apart from that we've been doing nothing."

"The lacrosse game? Shame they lost but Beacon Hills Cyclones is one heck of a tough nut to crack. They've won state championships for the third year in a row now, I think. I got some contacts with some of the players and they booked some ale for their victory party." He pushed open the door at the end of the cellar and led Tristan to a place where a number of kegs were kept and had him put it down. "I heard you're going to Beacon Hills. How about trying out for their lacrosse team? Normally I'm more of a soccer guy but I guess the home game has its own appeal."

"Dunno man. It looks like a place where people blow off steam, and blowing off steam in the middle of normal people doesn't sound like a good idea to me." Compared to Joanne and Richard they met before, Tristan liked Demarco more because of his easy-going nature despite the hardback he could be once he shifted. 

"Yea, that doesn't sound nice at all. But I think it'll help in controlling your shift better than the mantra. You need to make contact with other people, that's how most of us learnt control. As long as you know they are people at risk if you lose control and you acknowledge that risk, you'll find it easier to keep your urges at bay. Honestly, you have it easier than most because not all of us are lucky to have an imprint like you do."

Demarco led him back to the pub where Malia was cleaning to keep herself occupied. "Hey Demarco, hope we're getting paid?"

The man looked at the girl for a few seconds with nothing words coming out of his mouth before turning to the boy beside him. "Keep your girlfriend on a leash. Wouldn't want her clawing her way into someone's heart.. And I mean that in both a figurative and literal way." With that he left the two alone to load up the other kegs out back. 

"I think I'll help serve drinks. And remember to be po-" 

"Say the word 'polite' and I swear to God, I'll gouge out that tongue of yours."

"…"

"That's what I thought."

…

"Are you guys sure you want to stay over? I'm asking because I'm concerned as none of you are exactly a people's person. I don't want to receive a call from the Sheriff about a party-turned-bloodbath."

"We're just having fun, Demarco. Who knows, maybe we'll make some friends before the next year starts." Though she said that, none of the people in the car believed a single word from her mouth. 

"*Sigh* Just help me load this up and let me get out of here."

They rolled the kegs over to the house that was booming loudly with music and was welcomed through the backdoor as they'd most likely interrupt whatever was going on that two of them didn't want to participate in. 

They could smell a few intoxicating substances being passed around but they paid it no mind. Standard teenager stuff. 

Having gotten his payment, Demarco left the two of them at the house reeking of drugs, sex, booze and teenage thrills and went back to close up for the day. 

"This is a high school party? I like it." Due to the casual way they dressed, they immediately blended with the rest of the people and made their way to the heart of the party. "Tristan you need to loosen up some, come." She dragged the boy by her side by the hand, ignoring the regretful look on his face and made way to the dance floor.