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I sat next to Scott on the hood of the Jeep at Lookout Point, watching the night sky. Over the last three months, during summer, I visited Oregon to meet the Castillo pack. And I loved it. Everyone was so nice and welcomed me with open arms as their next Luna. I learned so much about what it meant to be a Luna from Delilah. I watched how an Alpha and their Luna run things with the pack, as well as see how meetings with other Alphas go.
It was amazing, and I couldn't believe everything. Even the location of where the pack lives was beautiful. They lived in multiple cabins in the woods that had a massive lake to the side of it. It was like a dream how beautiful it was, and I never wanted to leave. I could barely believe that was where I would live once Rami and I became Alpha and Luna.
"All right, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive. A couple in Haight and Ashbury, also expensive." Stiles said he had a map of the greater San Francisco region spread out on the hood of the Jeep next to Scott and me. He was marking potential places to live for college.
"What about Berkeley? Don't a lot of students live around there?" Scott asked, looking over at Stiles, who nodded. "Yeah, yeah, we could try Knob Hill. But, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches." Stiles said, making me sit up against my forearms to look over at him.
"You're bringing the jeep?" I asked, and he looked at me like that was the dumbest question I could ever ask. "You know the plan, okay? No one gets left behind. That's the plan. Lydia isn't gonna have any problems getting into Stanford. Kira's thinking USF. Malia's, uh. gonna...you know, she'll figure something out, okay? The plan's perfect." Stiles said, and I squinted slightly.
"Can you at least get the jeep fixed up first?" I asked, and he looked at me in offense, "The jeep is perfectly fine. It doesn't need any fixing." He said, and I raised my eyebrows. "You're kidding, right?" I asked, and Scott quickly cut in before we could start arguing.
"Or we could also wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live." Scott said, and Stiles looked at him, offended now, "I have a vision, dude. Okay? And it is a beautiful vision. Don't ruin the vision." Stiles said, and we chuckled before looking back out at the sky while Stiles went back to the map.
"Okay, we can check out the East Bay. Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know." He said before looking at Scott and then at the full moon. "You're alright? You're starting to feel it?" Stiles asked, and Scott shook his head, "No. Just thinking." Scott said, and I glanced over at him.
"About what?" I ask, and he looks at me before glancing at Stiles, "Senior year."
"Senior year, come on, that's, that's... That's nothing. That's going to be easy." Stiles said, and Scott sighed softly and sat up. "It's more like something Deaton told me once. You ever heard of "regression to the mean?'" Scott asked Stiles, and I shook our heads, "No, I don't think so." Stiles said.
