"I love you, Scott McCall", the words traced their way to his mind, burnt into his memory forever. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, kicking around a pebble, not quite sure what he should say or whether he should say anything at all. His thoughts have never been so jumbled up before. Not the bite, nor Peter, nor the Alpha pack, not even Nogitsune could make him feel so helpless and weak, so useless. But losing Allison, it was a different kind of hell. One he wasn't sure he could handle. He kept staring at the marble tombstone and her name written in cursive, waiting for her to jump out in front of him, smiling. Waiting for her angelic voice to go: "Psych! I'm alive. You won't get rid of me that easily!" and laugh at them for even thinking she was anywhere near dead. Waiting for the steady sound of her heartbeat, for the smell of her shampoo, for that little glint in her eye. He was waiting for something, anything, but the longer the wait, the more he realized she was not going to come back. And for the millionth time that day he had to remind himself her death wasn't in vain, although, as time passed by, he believed it less and less. Scott zipped up his jacket and headed down the road, still equally distressed. Then something made him stop. It was a sound. Tiny, barely audible, but just loud enough for his werewolf senses to catch it. It was a gasp. Then it quickly turned to heavy, unsteady breathing and just a moment later thuds. Bunch of intense thuds. Almost like something is being thrown in the air and smashed against trees. Or someone. The realization hit him hard and Scott ran towards the noise, shifting on the go. He could now distinctly see a person being attacked. A person he was definitely going to save.
The wind was howling through branches of trees on top of Beacon Hills. She leaned on an old oak, trying to catch her breath. It was minutes past midnight and the moon was high and bright, lighting up most of the paths and town below, making it nearly impossible to stay out of sight. So she chose forest, managing to keep hidden in shadows for a while. She's been running for hours before she finally lost them, but she kept moving forward just in case. They were more than capable of easily spotting her footprints on the ground or picking up her scent. She was taking a huge risk just by stopping here to rest, but she couldn't go on any further. She was having trouble breathing and all the running made healing so much slower. Her vision was getting blurry and stopping quickly became her best chance for survival. She glanced at the sky, praying for the moonlight to stay away from her. She could feel her muscles sore, twitching in pain from constantly avoiding danger. She's never run so much in her entire life, but then again she's never been chased by five ruthless creatures determined to kill her at any cost. She envied people living in this cosy little town. Beacon Hills. She can't imagine anything evil overshadowing it, waiting for that perfect little moment to stop one's heart beating. Maybe, one day, when this whole thing comes to an end, she can come back and try to start a normal life here.
She was so caught up in her thoughts, picturing the peaceful life she never had, that she didn't hear them approaching. It was only when she was already thrown in the air that she noticed her predators circling around, closing up on her. The most terrifying about them was that they looked human and if it weren't for their all black eyes, you would never be able to recognize the darkness within them. The leader of the group moved his arm in rhythmic, sharp moves which sent her flying like pinball bouncing off of trees without him even touching her. Telekinesis. Just one of many horrific supernatural gifts they've been blessed with. A small pause between two attacks was enough time for her to pull herself together. Claws started growing on top of her fingers. Her jaw line took tighter, more threatening shape. New set of teeth dropped over the old human ones. Angry growl escaped through her fangs. She shifted. It took them by surprise. They didn't expect her to have enough strength left for another shifting. They were right to a certain point, though. She was really weak and it was only a matter of time before she's too exhausted to even stand, let alone fight. She had to use their surprise to her advantage. Take down the leader! The sentence was on repeat in her mind as she knew if she takes him down the rest will go away. She quickly ran up to him pulling her right hand across his chest, her claws piercing through the skin, tearing muscle fibers. The rest of the group attacked and she had to dodge steel of their swords while trying to reach their necks. One strong bite or sharp tear in the right place and they would be dead.
She lost her breath suddenly when cold steel pierced through her rib cage from behind and then it was fiercely pulled out. She fell on the ground, pressing the wound as hard as she could with both of her hands, trying not to bleed out to death. Five figures stood right above her staring with those spooky black eyes. She could see the smirk on leader's face as he held his blade all covered in blood, her blood, high up, aiming for the best spot on her body to finish her off. Her vision was getting all blurry again and she felt her whole body changing to its original human form. She closed her eyes expecting. She is going to die.
But she didn't. Instead she heard growls and screams and fighting. As she struggled to open her eyes again, she saw, as through the mist, lifeless body on the ground next to her. One of the attackers. She looked up to find the leader pressing his collar bone and she heard him order a fallback. Opposing him was a familiar shape. A werewolf. He held his ground until he lost them out of sight and then he took couple of steps towards the girl. She gathered all of her strength left to stand up, still resting her hands on the open wound that bled heavily. She saw him shifting back to his human form, revealing beautifully sculpted torso, strong muscular arms, cute boyish face and dark spiky hair.
"You're hurt", he said in calm, low-tone voice. She nodded, gazing into his chestnut brown eyes. She could see nothing but the intense brown. Then it all turned black.