“I am Andrew Pierce, but you can just call me Andy,” the beta says.
“So, what do you think Andy, can I turn into a Vampire around the pack?”
“If you think you can control yourself it shouldn’t be a problem but why?” Andy asked wondering what the kids is up to.
“I can do all the small jobs with Vampire speed, but I will need strong people to hold post up for a minute or five so that I can do the rest.”
“I see what you are getting at. Good plan,” Andy says, impressed with the young Alpha.
That evening the foundations were done to start building, “you do know that foundation should cure for at least seven days?” Andy asked Jerimiah.
“Yes, but there are some things that we can start building tonight like furniture and play parks and so on. I spend the afternoon setting up tents so for the next couple of days the families will be glamping, I got them only the best beds and sheets.”
“Where did you get the money?” Andy asked.
“Unlike Elizbeth that forced you all to stay in wolf form after the big attack seventeen years ago my family and original pack generated a good income, and my father was into online investing and luckily he invested in the right stock as most of it is ten-fold its value today. Don’t worry about finance, there is enough for the next hundred generations,” Jerimiah assures Andy with a pad on the shoulder.
“All the teams are ready at the sites. I already showed them the plans for the play parks and furniture pieces. I will be moving extremely fast. We should be done in an hour,” Jerimiah says and before Andy knew it the wood pieces that were in his hands is now dining room chair.
An hour later playparks suited for dogs and key furniture pieces were all done, “that is it for tonight, time to have ourselves a shifting ceremony.” Jerimiah composes himself as he pushes his vampire system to the back of his mind.
Andy is about to get into the passenger side of a brand-new pick-up-truck when Jerimiah throws him the keys, “she is all yours.”
“Are you sure?” Andy asked as he catches the keys.
“Yes, I am.”
After a night of about two hundred shiftings, the night was filled with excitement and teenagers celebrating. Jerimiah made sure to have a little pocket mirror for each teen as he knew they would want to know what their human-self looks like.
“I am going to call it a night and leave the teenagers to party. See you at your house in the morning,” Andy greets Jerimiah.
“See you.” Jerimiah decided to join the party of crazy teenagers and saw it as finally celebrating his own shifting of a year ago.
Later that evening when all the teenagers went to their tents Jerimiah laid awake as his vampire side made it so that he does not need sleep. Feeling restless he decided to go to Blanchette’s house. Jerimiah knew that he most likely won’t be able to enter her house but hoped that he could just watch her through the window.
Jerimiah decided not to use his Vampire speed as he wanted to ride his bike. Thirty minutes later when he got near Blanchette’s house he left his bike about one kilometer away as to not make a noise. As he sped up to her house with vampire speed, he noticed one light on and wondered if that is Blanchette’s room or her mother’s.
Jerimiah uses his Vampire abilities and quickly taps on the window and speeds off to hide behind the nearest tree. Nothing happens so he does it again. The second time he noticed Blanchette’s mother peeking through the window. Jerimiah wondered which window belongs to Blanchette’s room. Jerimiah speeds around the house and then noticed a girly dream catcher hanging in one of the windows.
‘I wonder if it has any abilities and what it would be or is it just a decor item?’ Jerimiah wonders as he peeks through the window, happy to find the curtains open.
The room is dark but with his good night vision, he can quickly see that the room belongs to Blanchette as it is a typical teenage girl room with boyband posters and wait, what is that he sees stuck on her dressing table mirror?

Jerimiah smiles within as he notices his own face plastered on her mirror with a red heart drawn around it. From the window, he can see that she is sleeping and he takes a moment to admire her beautiful futures with the full-moon-light shinning on her.
"What are you doing here?" a voice comes from behind Jerimiah.
“I can ask you the same thing. Is it not a bit late for an old woman to be roaming around in the dark?” Jerimiah asks not surprised by Elizabeth's presence as he could hear her a mile away.
“I am watching out for my family. With you allowing the pack to shift freely puts this town in danger,” Elizabeth spat at him.
“The pack? Don’t you mean; my pack?” Jerimiah rubs salt into her wounds.
“You know what I mean,” Elizabeth says angrily.
“What are you going to do? Last time I checked you can not shift.”
“I still have werewolf abilities like night vision and good hearing,” Elizabeth states as a matter of fact.
“Well, I am here now watching out for them so you may leave.”
Without objection, Elizabeth leaves taking a walk back to her cottage.
‘Is she serious about the pack being in danger from vampires,’ Jerimiah wonders?
Jerimiah just came to the realization that if Elizabeth is here keeping watch against Vampires then that means the house does not have a Shaman spell on it. Jerimiah inspects the house to look for a way to enter but could not find any window or door unlocked.
‘What am I thinking, why would I want to go in, in the first place?’ he thinks, shaking his head at himself.
Before the sun rises, Jerimiah sped back to his house to get ready for school.
Blanchette took extra time again today to get ready.
“I see you are trying a new hairstyle,” her mother notices her hair different from her usual ponytail.
“I am ready when you are,” Blanchette tries to rush her mom as she is eager to get to school.
“I hope all this effort is not for Jerimiah.”
“Can we go already? I don’t want to be late,” Blanchette says, rolling her eyes at her mother's comment.
Inside the car, Blanchette's mother notices her helmet on her lap again, “not this again, didn’t we talk about it already?”
“I am getting a ride home and I am doing the responsible thing by wearing my helmet.”
“A ride with who and on what? It better not be a motorbike or one of those dirt bikes,” her mother says waiting for confirmation.
“Does it matter? At least I am not doing it behind your back.”