Chapter 43; The Girl who shouted Wolf.

 "Optimist: someone who figures that taking a step backward after taking a step forward is not a disaster, it's more like a cha-cha."

--Robert Brault

Lightly flipping the omelette over I listened to Peter's soft humming as he read through the news papers that Mr.Mason had given him. The kitchen was quiet except for Peter and the sizzling of the pan as I cooked. Warm sunlight trickling through the open windows as the early autumn breeze blew the curtains gently, making them flutter and sending fresh air in to the room. Footsteps echoed loudly from the stairs and the kitchen door swung open, revealing the red headed girl,Orella who took one look at Peter and froze before she stumbled back.

"WEREWOLF!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and fainted from the sudden strain on her body. I grimaced.

" That girl sure has a set of lungs on her." I say with a shake of my head,making Peter chuckle.

"Should I take her back to her room or put her on the couch?" He asks.

" The couch,please. She needs to eat breakfast too." I say and Peter gave a nod before he rouse shakily to his feet and brought the girl to the couch. Placing Peter's omelette in front of him I began on Orella's. A comforting silence descending on us once more before Peter interrupted it once more.

"I'll return to the hospital once I'm done with breakfast, then I'll try to sort out the mess I've made with Derek." Peter says between bites.

I nodded with a smile.

"That idea is greatly appealing. Fixing your relationship and then taking the responsibility of your actions is a good way to start through this." I say with a bob of my head. He laughed softly as I nodded my head with each word that came from my lips. I rolled my eyes and placed the finished omelette on a plate and then on the island. Staring at the poor girl who had been frightened silly by the simple presence of a werewolf, imagine how she's feel around Lycans. A kiss to the crown of my head woke me from my staring, looking up at Peter with my lips curled in to an accusing scowl.

"Do you perhaps know why,Orella is so afraid of you,Mister. Hale?" I ask.

"Me personally,no I have no idea why. But if you mean because of my being a werewolf it's probably because she's a shëing Prode." Says Peter.

"A what now?" I say with a dubious look.

"In simple words an a half shifter magi." He says with a shrug as he walked towards the door,I followed closely behind him.

"You'll have to explain later." I grumbled as we reached my front door,he nodded and stepped out in to the warm weather.

"Have a good day, Khaleesi. See you soon." He says over his shoulder,I rolled my eyes. And sprang on to his back.

"This isn't a sappy goodbye,idiot,you're only leaving for a while. So give me a proper goodbye or I'll kick your arse the next time I see it." I threatened with an abnormally high pitched voice,making Peter roll his own eyes.

"Fine,bye,love." He says,ruffling my hair as he pulled me in for a hug.

"See? Not a sappy goodbye at all." I chirp and slammed the door in his face. I sat down next to Orella and shook her shoulders gently. She groaned but sat up as if she was electrocuted. Her eyes frantically searched the room in panic. I giggled.

"It's okay,Orella,he isn't here,plus he wouldn't have hurt you otherwise he would have gotten a beatin' from me. I swear he will not harm you." I cooed hoping she'd calm down,her eyes slowly met mine as she began to take in her surroundings.

"He's a werewolf,how can you be friends with a werewolf?" She stutters out softly.

"Easily, I just do. Ignoring our differences and just be. It's not like he or I have done anything to deserve the others animosity. Plus he's my best friend and I can't see either of us fighting anytime soon. So relax,would you? He won't bite you,and neither will I." I say with a gentle smile,she slowly nodded and I handed her omelette over.

"Okay." She says as she starts to dig in. "Thank you." she adds between a mouthful of egg,bacon and veggies. I grin and nodded my head.