Title : Lost In The Dark
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline : Season One
Summary : Scott tries a dangerous cure for
lythrapy, and it backfires.

Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.

Second, due to health issues, and taking care
of my disabled mom, I haven't been able to
write much. But over the last several years
I've managed to slowly write on a number
of stories.

What I've decided to do is go ahead and
publish what I've managed to put together.
The stories are unfinished, and sometimes,
the last chapter I worked on is unfinished.
Plus, there maybe multiple chapters, each one a
different version. Just warning everyone.

So I apologize in advance.

Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV

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Prologue
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Scott walked down the sidewalk with no destination.
His eyes were blurred with tears. Anguish filled
his chest and his stomach filled with hot nausea.
The wolf was restless, tearing at him, angry and
in emotional pain.

Allison wouldn't talk to him. Lydia hadn't helped
at all with the incident on the full moon. Stiles
was furious over the said incident as well, even
if he was ignoring it to help with the ongoing
crisis which was his life. Now Jackson knew he
was a werewolf and using Allison to blackmail
him into turning him. Except Beta's couldn't
turn people.

He clenched his hands into fists. His nails
becoming claws. Digging into skin and drawing
blood. It dripped down his hands. Hitting the
sidewalk as he continued to walk.

Scott wanted his old life back. He wanted the
asthma. To be second line in Lacrosse. He wanted
to be the outcast with only Stiles for a friend.
He wanted to be made fun of, to have food dumped
on him at lunch, and get beat up after school
again.

He froze as someone appeared in front of him.
Blinking in confusion, he stared at the stunning
woman standing there calmly. Long, shining blonde
hair glimmered in the moon light. A figure a model
would kill for shifted casually, revealing an
ankle length suede wrap around skirt and white
blouse.

" Hello, werewolf. " A velvet voice caressed
him from pouty red lips.

He stepped back from her ice blue eyes.

" Now, now, none of that. " Her lips twitched.
" I mean no harm. I come with an offer you won't
want to resist. "

" What kind of offer? " He uncleanched his fists.

" I've heard you're searching for a cure. "

" Derek said I have to kill the Alpha. " He started
to walk around her.

" He lied. " She whispered.

" What do mean? " He paused.

" Killing an Alpha makes a Beta an Alpha. "
She cocked her head.

" Why should I believe you? " He demanded.

" I'm a witch. " She said. " Why would I lie?
Your little friend, however, is a Beta. Now, he
has every reason to lie. "

She was right. He was a Beta. If he wanted to
be an Alpha, he would have to kill the Alpha.
Except he couldn't do it without help.

" Fine, let's assume I believe you. " Scott
suspicously eyed her. " You have a cure? "

" Yes. "

He licked his lips nervously. This was too easy.
Why would she come to him? Why offer to help him?

" What kind of cure? "

" The dangerous kind. " She smiled slightly.
" It's been around since the middle ages. I
suppose you could call it a sort of werewolf
lobotomy. "

He blanched pure white at her words.

" I stick a very long, very thick needle into
you brain steam and pump several liters of
potion into you. It's the most painful thing
you will ever experince in your life. " She
calmly said. " The chance of your surviving
the intitial process is extremely slim, so
slim, I've never heard of anyone actually
managing it. If you do however, you will
no longer be considered a werewolf. Then
again, you will regain any problems you
previously had. In fact, your health will
have deterioated quite a bit, so it will
be much worse. "

" When you say worse? " Scott swallowed
the bile wanting to come up.

" Up to twenty times worse. " She flicked
an insect off her arm with boredom.

" And you want me to do this? " He asked
in complete disbelief.

" Oh, I'm not finished. " She glanced up.
" It's also very expensive, but the cost
can be taken care of with a pint of your
blood. You wouldn't believe how rare and
valuable werewolf blood is. In fact, I'm
willing to pay handsomely for it, if you'd
sit for several extra pints. "

He froze at the offer. " How much? "

" Enough for you to buy a car. " She offered.
" If you're willing to give enough, I'll
pay you a nice little nest egg to put aside
as well. "

" Is that even safe? " He frowned.

" Honey, your healing will take care of it. "

" Oh, right. " He blushed. " Fine, but I don't
know about the cure. It sounds dangerous, plus
the after effects... "

" Hmm. Come along. " She said.

He followed after her.

He wanted the cure, but his asthma had been bad
enough before. With what she described, he would
be completely off Lacrosse. If he even survived
the process.

" You want the cure. " She spoke up suddenly.
" You and the wolf both. A rare thing. "

" I might not survive. "

" You will. " She glanced back. " You are a
special person. I can feel the potential in
you. Not just as a werewolf. "

He frowned at her prediction. Was it worth it?
Was it worth risking his life for the cure?
Was it worth setting his health so far back
for a normal life?

The wolf paced inside him with the decision
already made. It touched him one last time.
A final goodbye.

' Yes. '

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He couldn't breath. His chest was constricted.
The world was painful. The cough wouldn't stop.

" Easy, Scott. " The witch soothed. " The cure
worked, but not how it was supposed to. I knew
you were special, just not like this. "

" Wh-...? " He couldn't talk.

" You're not a werewolf, but you are. I don't
know what happened. It's like you're evolving.
I checked your blood. For now, you're human,
but I can't predict what will happen. I'm
sorry. "

He felt a ten ton weight sit on his chest.
His face turning red and then purple. He
curled onto his side. The cough was deep
and hard. Tearing his throat raw. Spit flew
from his mouth.

He clawed at his shirt, the couch, his hair,
anything he could reach. His feet kicked and
struck out. Tears ran from his eyes.

' God, make it stop. ' He prayed.

But it didn't, and no God answered his prayer.

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Chapter One
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Scott slowly walked into the classroom. He felt
like he'd played five games of Lacrosse and run
two dozen suicides. His lack of sleep didn't
help his condition any. Nor having come straight
from the ER.

Moving like an old man, he headed for the last
seat left, right in front of Allison.

' Shot me now. ' He mentally groaned.

He was wearing the same outfit he had yesterday.
A fact clearly noticed by Lydia's scrunched up
nose, and Jackson's laughter. Stiles, at least,
seemed concerned.

He sat down, dropping his book bag on his desk,
and unzipped it. Ruffling in the front pocket,
he removed an inhaler and triggered it, holding
his breath for a moment. Then triggered it again.

He ignored Stiles falling out of his desk, and
switched his inhaler for his new, second inhaler.
Repeating the process. Taking two puffs.

The tightness in his chest losened some, but
there was a slight pressure there. He coughed
harshly in his elbow.

' Shit. '

" Scott! " Stiles hissed.

He reached back in his bag and untucked a bag
of heavily medicated cough drops the ER doctor
gave him. They were treated for asthmatics. With
a horrible taste to them, but he was desperate.

" Scott! " Stiles hissed louder.

Scott popped one in his mouth and closed his book
bag for now.

" Damn it, Scott! " Stiles sounded panicked.

" Not now. " He hoarsely whispered to his friend.

" No, now! " Stiles demanded. " This isn't normal!
You look like hell! You're using your inhaler, no,
you're using a new inhaler, too! You're wearing
yesterday's clothes! "

Scott grabbed his chest as it tightened back up.
He had just used his inhalers so he shouldn't
be having another attack. Then again the ER
Doctor had warned him about his new condition.

It was very unstable, and far more severe. He
was now on three different pills. A syrup at
night, plus the new inhaler. He'd spent all
night going back in forth between the smoke
pipe and oxygen.

His mom had been in a panic over his condition.
Thankfully, his father's insurance was paying
for everything.

" Scott. " Stiles was beside him instantly.
" Scott? "

He began to breath heavily, whistling, and
rattling.

" Oh god. " Stiles hurriedly rustled through
Scott's bag.

Scott began to cough. A dry, body heaving
cough from his chest. It shook his entire
body and lifted him from his seat. He jerked
against the desk, hands holding the sides
for support.

He felt an inhaler inserted into his mouth,
and took a breath. It wasn't enough. Not it,
not the second inhaler.

" Stillinsky, get him out of here. " Finstock
ordered.

" Shouldn't we call for help? " Allison asked.

" You're the new girl, aren't you? " The coach
smiled. " Well don't worry about it. McCall is
asthmatic. He'll cough, and spit, and curl up
in the corner. Perhaps die or something, then
he'll be right as rain. "

" But... " Allison tried to interrupt.

" Look, if you're so worried go with them. Just
don't come crying when you get behind. " He
brushed off.

Scott coughed even harder, falling out of his
desk. He lashed out, hitting his desk with his
legs, and finally something gave. He felt liquid
run down his legs.

" Ew. " Lydia squealed. " He wet himself. "

" Shut up! " Stiles snapped angrily.

Scott shut his eyes as tears ran down his face.
The cough never letting up. Dimly he felt his
friend hefting him up, and dragging him from
the laughing class room.

" Come on, buddy. " Stiles muttered.

He continued to cough and shake with a bowed
head. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to
regret being cured. It was a relief. Knowing
he wouldn't kill his friend, or be killed by
hunters.

It died off and he could breath again. He
gasped for air. Cracking his eyes open.
He began to help Stiles by walking.

" Where...? " He asked.

" The locker room. " Stiles answered.

He nodded tiredly.

They entered the empty room, and his friend
set him on the bench in front of their lockers.

" I found a cure. " Scott choked out. " A witch
offered it to me. The price was my health. My
asthma is worse. "

" God, Scott. " Stiles rubbed his head. " How
could you consider it? "

" How couldn't I? " Scott replied. " The bite
wasn't a blessing. It was a curse. I rather go
through life pissing myself than trying to kill
my friends. "

Stiles stared at him than sighed. " You're crazy
you know that. You had the dream. Super powers,
girls, sports, and you gave it away for diapers. "

Scott smiled sadly at his friend. " I'm going to
the Argents after school. "

" What? " Stiles froze.

" I'm going to tell her father the truth. "

" Have you lost it? " Stiles demanded. " I
mean this is one thing, but telling the hunters
you were a werewolf is just nuts. "

" I have no choice. " Scott shrugged. " What
do you think Jackson will do when he finds out? "

" Oh boy. " Stiles slammed the back of his head
into the locker. " I forgot about him. "

" I don't know what he will do when I tell him
I'm cured. He may not believe me, or he may.
But whether he does or not, Allison will be in
the crossfire. " Scott pointed out.

" Damn. " Stiles cursed. " You have to go to them.
He will either tell Allison everything, or use her
to get the Alpha to turn him. "

" Yeah. " Scott softly agreed.

He stood up and opened his locker. He had to
shower and change. Then he had a school to face.

Another day in the life of Scott McCall. The
reject.

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Scott hit the locker bank hard. Jackson had him
pinned in the air. The Lacrosse player clearly
angry and very suspcious.

" What the hell are you playing at, McCall? "

" I found a cure. " He answered calmly.

" What? " Jackson narrowed his eyes.

" A cure. " Scott repeated slowly. " I got
it last night. No more wolf. You'll have to
find your fix somewhere else. "

" You lying little shit! " Jackson exploded.
" I'll ruin you! "

The punch was expected. So was the second one,
and the third. The kick not so much. Nor the
following ones. Or the bigger boy climbing on
top of him and lashing out in a complete rage.

" I'll ruin you! " Jackson hissed. " I'll start
with your precious Allison. I'll use up her body
until there's nothing left. Then I'll trade her
for what I really want, and you can pick up the
pieces. If there's anything to pick up. "

Scott tried to breath through the blood in his
mouth and nose. The fists slamming into his
face to furiously for him to see.

" And all it'll take is a snap of my finger.
She'll come running right to me. Begging to
satisfy my every whim. Begging for my touch. "
Jackson continued getting louder.

The teen tried to tune him out. To make him
stop.

" I'll make her fall in love with me. Make her
think I'm her whole world. Then at the very end
I'll tell her the truth. How it was all to destroy
you. To get back at you. How she was nothing to me.
Just some stupid, boring, whore. With a equally
ugly body. " Jackson proclaimed.

Then he was gone, and Scott saw the boy being
dragged off by a number of Lacrosse players.
Danny one of them. Each looking angry with the
boy.

In fact, a crowd had gathered, and Lydia was
one of them. The strawberry blonde was trembling
with tears and an expression of rage.

' Shit! ' He managed to sit up.

" This isn't going to end well. " Stiles
muttered.

" No kidding. " Scott wiped blood from his
mouth. " I don't see Allison. "

" She probably left already. " Stiles helped
him stand up. " You're not going to still tell
them, are you? "

" You think this will stop Jackson? " He asked.

" Good point. " Stiles sighed. " I'll take you
over there. "

Scott looked at him.

" You can't ride your bike with your new asthma,
and your bloody... well, everything. Plus, I'm not
leaving you in a house of werewolf hunters. "
Stiles said. " There's also the whole quick
get away aspect. "

" Alright. " Scott nodded. " Just... try not
to tick off the gun wielding hunters. "

" Me? " Stiles blinked innocently.

Scott ignored his friend, slowly limping
from the school. He wasn't about to admit he
thought bringing Stiles near the Argents was a
really bad idea.

But it was a really bad idea.

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" Allison doesn't want to see you. " Chris Argent
said, starting to close the door.

" Werewolves. " Scott simply said, holding a
bloody towel to his face.

The door stopped and Chris swung it wide open
with an intense expression. Then he stepped to
the side, letting the two teenagers inside. The
man lead them into the living room. Victoria and
Kate Argent were seated inside, along with Allison.

" Scott, what are you doing here? " Allison stood
up. " What happened to you? "

" Allison, go to your room. " Chris ordered.

" What? You're not serious. " She turned on him
" They're my friends. "

" Allison. " Scott refused to look at her. " I
need to talk to your family. "

" What? " She glanced at him in disbelief. " Why
can't I be here? "

" This is about something serious. " He shifted
nervously. " Very serious. If your dad wants you
to know, then it's up to him to tell you. "

" Which is why you need to go to your room. "
Chris demanded. " Now! "

" Fine. " Allison darkly stormed out.

" What's going on? " Victoria moved to the
fireplace.

" Scott, mentioned werewolves. " Chris sat
down.

" Before I say anything. " Scott removed an
inhaler from his pocket and used it. " Last
night, I had a werewolf lobotomy. "

Victoria jerked, breaking the glass she was
holding. It sent amber liquid spilling all
over the rug and couch. The glass scattered
along the coffee table.

" Jesus. " Kate softly cursed.

" You... " Chris stared.

" I was a Beta werewolf. " Scott said. " I'd
been searching for a cure and I was approached
by a witch who offered the lobotomy. "

" And you accepted? " Kate smiled with a touch
of dark humor.

" Yeah. Want to see the scar? " He asked.

Kate stood up and roughly yanked down his
collar. " Whoa, that was one hell of a needle
she used on you. "

" Let me see. " Stiles peered over. " Shit.
You let her stick you with something like that? "

" I told you I wanted a cure. " Scott seriously
told his friend.

" Yeah, but I mean, peeing your pants in class
is one thing. " Stiles frowned. " Getting a
needle shoved in your brain is another. "

" You peed your pants? " Kate laughed.

" He had asthma before he was turned. " Stiles
glared.

" And? " She fell onto the sofa. " He's old
enough to know better. "

" Kate. " Chris picked up the shards of glass.
" The cure he's talking about makes your health
worse. Much, much worse. His asthma must be a
good twenty, maybe thirty times what it was. He
probably had an attack. "

" Okay, sheesh. " Kate surrendered. " Bummer. "

" Yeah. " Scott removed his towel from his face.
" I spent the night in the ER. I'm on a ton of
new meds now. Probably off Lacrosse. "

" I assume that's not why you're here. " Chris
threw the glass into a nearby trash can.

" I'm wondering why you're admitting to this. "
Kate kicked back. " What makes you think we
won't kill you anyway? "

" Kate. " Chris warned.

" See, I told him that, but he's on this protect
Allison kick. He won't listen to me. " Stiles
protested.

" Protect Allison from what? " Victoria coldly
demanded.

" It's a little complicated, and I maybe over-
reacting. " Scott exchanged a gesture with Stiles,
who nodded to him to explain.

" Tell us anyway. "

" It started with the night in the school. Me
and Stiles lied about Derek Hale being in the
school. The truth was it was the Alpha. We
couldn't exactly tell the others what I was or
that there was a Alpha werewolf after us. "
Scott admitted.

" I take it there's an actual reason you
locked my daughter in the classroom. " Chris
scowled.

" The Alpha had delibrately trapped my human
pack in the school with me. He wanted me to
kill them off. He knew I was the only one who
could scent out the Janitor to get his keys,
and he waited to force me to shift. Once he
did, he ordered me to kill them. " Scott
truthfully said. " I managed to get control
back, and locked them in so they'd be safe
from me. "

" I see. " Chris scowled thoughfully.

" What does this have to do with Allison's
safety? " Victoria inquired sharply.

" Everything. Jackson, started a friendship
with her that same day, and used the events
of that night to get between us. Over the
next day he became closer to her. "

" Which is very abnormal. " Stiles spoke
up.

" It was the day after the full moon I found
out why. " Scott continued. " He approached me
and told me if I didn't turn him, he would ruin
me. Starting with Allison. "

" You're joking. " Kate lost her smile. " The
kid wants to be a werewolf? "

" Yeah, and it gets worse. " Stiles was serious
for once. " All that day he tortured Scott. Kept
going on and on about what he would do to Allison.
Ticking off a werewolf in love. Not smart. "

" I kept telling him about hunters, wolfsbane
bullets, full moons. " Scott shook his head. " He
wouldn't listen. At all. "

" Yeah, he kept getting worse. Said he'd tell
Allison what Scott was. How he'd bed Allison. "
Stiles went on.

" Then last night I got cured. " Scott picked up.
" I didn't know how Jackson would react, he was
always a loose screw, but I'd hoped he would
consider leaving Allison alone. "

" He lost it. " Stiles piped up. " Jumped
Scott and, well, you can see the result. It
took five of our teammates to pull him off. The
whole time he was raving about how he'd ruin
Scott, and you should have heard what he said
about Allison. "

" It... It wasn't pretty. " Scott frowned.

" He sounded like he planned to totally destroy
her mind, body, and soul. " Stiles sucked in his
lip. " And he said it in front of practically the
whole school. Including his ex Lydia. "

" I'm more worried about what he might try with
the Alpha. " Scott winced at the sound of Chris
slamming the fireplace poker into the wall. " He
may try to bargain Allison to the Alpha in
exchange for being turned. "

" You think he'd go that far? " Victoria took
the poker from her husband.

" Yes. " Stiles answered simply. " He'll do
anything to get what he wants. He once got a
kid expelled because he was better at Lacrosse.
Another time he ruined his girlfriends
reputation because she joined the women's varisty
basketball team, and became the star player. "

" You're friends with him? " Kate cocked an
eyebrow.

" Hell no. " Stiles refused. " I like Lydia,
and she comes with him included. "

" Allison fell in with Lydia. " Scott protested.
" I hate Jackson. If I could, I would take Allison
and Lydia, leaving Jackson in a ditch somewhere. "

The adults relaxed slightly.

" After today, I doubt Lydia will want to deal
with Jackson. " Stiles commented. " I hope. "

" You've said that everyday since third grade. "
Scott slapped him upside the head. " She'll never
notice you. Move on already. "

" Not cool, man. " Stiles complained.

" The thing is an ongoing Vendetta. " Scott
went back to the point. " Somehow Allison is
involved. "

" You're sure? " Chris intently questioned.

" Positive. " Scott nodded. " There was a swirl.
Allison has to be protected around the clock. "

" We'll need to start training her. " Kate smiled
wickedly.

" Also... " Scott took a shaky breath. " I can't
tell you who the Alpha is cause I don't know.
But if you want to use me to try and find him.
I'll do anything you need. "

" Scott, man, are you crazy? You're don't have
super healing powers anymore. " Stiles hissed.

" Maybe you can follow me, or set some kind of
trap with me as bait, or... something. " He
finished lamely.

" You're serious? " Kate leaned forward, resting
her arms on her knees. " You'll help us catch
the Alpha? "

" I'm seriously messed up with the asthma now,
so I'm not sure what I can do. " Scott said.
" But anything I can do, I will. "

Chris and Victoria Argent exchanged long silent
looks.

" Welcome to the team, Scott. " Chris held out
his hand. " Your training starts tommorrow. "

" What about me? " Stiles asked. " I want to
help. I can totally help. "

" Of course. " Chris nodded. " Just try not
to shot yourself. "

" What's that supposed to mean? " Stiles
asked Scott.

" Let's get you to our Doctor, Scott. " Victoria
ignored Stiles.

He nodded in thanks. Scott was aching badly.
He'd been beaten black, blue, and bloody.

Now, he just needed to figure out what the
hell he was doing here. Because right now,
things had gotten a little out of hand.

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Chapter Two
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The door slammed shut and Scott found himself
yanked upright. He flinched as his injuries
protested his movement. His breathing also
become ragged and he hoped he wasn't about to
set off another attack.

" Werewolves?! " Allison half-yelled, half-cried
at him.

" They told you. "

" Yeah, they told me. " Allison paced rapidly.
" My family hunts werewolves. My boyfriend was
a werewolf. Then he was cured and now is sick. "

" Ex-boyfriend. " Scott helpfully supplied.
" And I'm not sick, it's asthma, really severe
asthma. "

" Shut up. " Allison snapped angrily. " Then
I find out from Lydia and Kate about Jackson.
Who I'm so going to murder when I get my hands
on him. "

Scott nodded rapidly, deciding it was better to
just stay quiet and try to weather hurricane
Allison.

" And you! What were you thinking keeping
something like this from me? Werewolves are
out there! An Alpha was in the school! Did
it not occur to you I would care about how
much danger you were in? Or that I might
be in danger because of my family? "

" I was afraid. " Scott whispered.

" What? Why? "

" The daughter of werewolf hunters dating a
werewolf. " Scott laughed bitterly. " I was
sure I'd get a wolfsbane bullet to the head. "

" So a lobotomy was better? " She scoffed.
" My dad told me about it. The procedure. The
odds. What it did to you. God, Scott, there's
been no survivers, and according to Stiles
you spent the night in the ER. The hunter's
Doctor said your asthma is fifty percent
worse than it was. "

" I wanted to be normal. " Scott defended himself.

" At what cost?! "

" At any cost. " Scott worked his jaw stubbornly.
Finally, he lay back down. " I know you don't
understand. Stiles doesn't get it either. There
was nothing good about being furry. I'd rather
be a social pirahna. "

" What are you saying? " Allison narrowed her
eyes.

" We're not dating anymore, Allison. " Scott
closed his eyes as the IV worked. " You have
Lydia and her clique. I'm the pants wetter.
I'll be seating on the bench again with my
asthma. "

" Scott... "

" I'll see you during training. " Scott said
with finality.

" Miss. Argent. " The Doctor interrupted.
" He needs to rest. Mr. McCall had an attack
shortly before you arrived. "

" But... "

" Please, leave. " The Doctor repeated.

" Fine. " Allison sighed.

Scott relaxed and opened his eyes. The elder
Doctor nodded to him in understanding.

" I examined your blood. " Doctor Walker removed
his glasses. " The witch was right. You are
evolving. Not into a werewolf. Or any creature
I've ever encountered. "

" Will he be human? " Chris Argent entered the
room.

" Yes. " The Doctor answered. " Very much so.
A highly evolved human. In fact, he was an
abnormal werewolf. Probably why he was able
to reject the Alpha's commands. "

" What is he evolving into? " Kate leaned against
the doorway.

" That is the question. " The Doctor frowned.
" However, I can tell you he will be very
powerful, and very useful to the cause. "

" Great. " Scott muttered darkly. " I asked
for a cure to be normal, and end just as freakish. "

" Maybe. " Kate sautered fully into the room.
" But look on the bright side. At least we're
no longer trying to kill you. "

' No, instead I lost my girlfriend. ' He thought.

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Scott frowned in confusion as he found it easier
to breath. Much easier. In fact, he didn't feel
like he needed to use his inhaler's.

' What the hell? '

He couldn't feel the wolf. There was no anger.
No heightened senses. Nothing. So why was his
breathing okay?

He got out of bed, and started the process of
getting ready for school in a daze. He'd need
to text Doctor Walker. Hopefully he would have
an answer.

Pausing in front of the mirror, he noticed he
was still injuried. So his healing wasn't back.

Strange.

He got ready without a single attack. There was
no need for his medicine. He felt better than
he had even as a werewolf. His lungs were clear.
His breath coming fine.

Scott headed out for school. He stopped only long
enough to text the Doctor.

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To Be Continued