The sound of my door being knocked distracts my attention from my laptop a few hours later that day. Alex walks in my room looking like someone just pushed her out of bed and yet she still looks great.

"There is a seriously hot guy waiting for you in the lounge, want to explain?" Alex says raising an eyebrow at me. I almost laugh at her annoyed face in her fluffy pink PJ’s that she would never let a guy see her in.

"Who is he? You've been holding out on me. First, it’s that hot guy in class and now this one," she crosses her arms with her face in a pout.

"First off, it’s not like that with Harris,” I tell her truthfully; he seems like too much of a good friend to be anything more.

“Second, the mildly attractive asshole out there is my new self-defence teacher. He lives near here and we are carpooling to class," I say. I don’t even admit the number of lies in that sentence to myself.

I hate lying to her but at least some of it is true, we are doing self-defence because it’s the only way he could persuade me to spend time with the pack. Honestly, I loved learning how to defend myself growing up, I was always top my class and I won a lot of awards that my mum collects. After what Harris said today about all the different supernatural's out there, I want to see if they have weaknesses that I can use to defend myself.

"Sure, that's why he is giving you a lift. For a smart girl, you’re so clueless," she shakes her head at me.

"Honestly, he doesn't see me like that. I agreed to a date with Wyatt." I tell her and enjoy watching as her whole face lights up. I can see she is planning double weddings at this point, knowing my best friend as I do. That thought alone makes me want to run for the hills.

"That's amazing." She squeals. I laugh grabbing my bag off the side of my bed and walking out my room with Alex following. I changed earlier into yoga pants and a tight-fitting tank top, knowing I would need to be able to move. My hair is up an in a tight bun so it’s out of the way, this is how I’ve always dressed when I go to class but as soon as I see Jaxson, I’m aware that I have too much skin on show.

Jaxson is looking at a picture of me and Alex at a fun fair, that’s shown on the fireplace in the living room. We must have been around ten and I smile, remembering how happy I was that day.