Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.
Just a short fic whilst I have writers block on Shifters. If you're reading that then I do plan to get back to it within the next couple days.
Unbeta'd. Enjoy Xx
The day seemed like any other in a sense. The sun rose at dawn and set at dusk whilst peaking at noon high in the sky before descending to the west. Birds still chirped, awakening all manners of residents from students to nurses to police officers.
The day progressed with only minute differences to the one before it and what wa expected to follow tomorrow. These difference might have seemed less than minor in the eyes of some - in the form of and empty desk or seat at lunch - which no one questioned. The floods of people filling the spaces felt no compulsion to fill the place. It's owner would return once the earth had rotated on it's axis and the birds again found themselves chirping. Not today though.
In a field littered with slabs of polished stone and disturbed soil sat a young man. Surrounded by lives which had ended long before his first breaths on this world, layed to rest amongst their immortal companions. Some stones were new. As new as last fall with names etched onto them which left a bitter taste in your mouth. This young man though, was sitting in the shadow of one some years older than those.
He stared at the green tears that had dripped down and carved themselves a passage way through the rock. The name was still clear to any eye that looked. Still clear to the boy sharing it's sorrow.
His red hoodie stood out against the dull grass patches beneath his feet as he stared in consideration at the grave of his mother.
"Taken before her time"
Ironic. In a sense. Taken. Removed. Stolen. Just as the boys best friend had been stolen from the life he once lead. For the better?
He thought back to the day he had found out. The sky was pitch and the town long gone to sleep but he forced back the droop of his eyelids as he listened to a deputy sitting with his father at the kitchen table. He hid on the other side of the wall. If he looked across from him e was met with her smiling face, frozen behind a wooden frame.
The next words drew his thoughts back to the conversation at hand. "An animal attack", a phrase which he had grown so accustomed to hearing these past months that still scratch at old wounds, barely being held together.
He hadn't known how much time had passed or what his thoughts had exactly consisted off but he soon became aware of the damp ground soaking through the jeans adorning his legs. He headed towards the gate.
One thought crossed his mind.
"There are no wolves in California".
