wild ones:
chapter one
"You are one thing only. You are a divine being. An all-powerful creator. You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you
dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of all that is, will be, and ever was."
― Anthon St. Maarten
If this was your normal, typical teenage drama—I would start off by telling you that Simone, who was not only as pretty as everyone thought she was, she was stunning. She lived a good, sheltered life. Her life was practically perfect. But, as great and cheesy as that all sounds, it couldn't be farther from the truth. Fact of the matter is, Simone was never given the luxury of a stable home or environment. She was forced into adapting to the supernatural, it was her only way of life. She had been turned at a young age, nearly a toddler. It was a dangerous, risky move of her alpha's part, but it had worked out astoundingly.
Simone was a noble child and learned everything while she was still trying to grow into a beautiful young lady. Her surrogate parent—though at the time, Simone had only known her to be her birth mother—had no real sense of right and wrong. She was a good teacher, a good alpha at the time, but killed and terrorized purely for the thrill. It was a sick, morbid style of entertainment that Simone never grew to like or follow. She could say differently about the way she was raised, unfortunately. They lived like animals, more or less. In a pack of nearly ten other werewolves, fights for power were bound to happen. Rank was so important to her pack, because if you were at the bottom—you were treated as so.
Luckily, Simone was a favorite over most of the pack. So, even at twelve or thirteen years old she had the power and control to put someone who may have been twice her size in their respective place—which angered many of the other betas. No one liked the fact that their alpha had made the decision to put a child in charge, but Simone was so much more experienced than most of them. Because most of them were newly turned, making the harder to control, rabid, and more unpredictable.
It had all happened unexpectedly one night, a fight had broken out ending in one beta losing their life over the other. It had anger her mother, sending her into a rage. She ended up killing the other beta, causing the others to lose their minds. Literally. By the end, having nearly killed all of her betas, with the exception of Simone—she was on a hell of a power trip. Simone didn't understand the feeling of what it felt like to kill another, though she wouldn't mind never learning how that felt. But, that night had forced her into a situation she would've never hoped for. She would have to kill her own alpha.
She did, eventually. Frankly, it scared the hell out of Simone. She didn't expect the attack, but Simone knew she needed to fight back or she would be killed like the others had. It may have been sheer force of will or possibly just a lucky chance, but she took it when she saw the opportunity. Simone had lunged for the throat, ripping it to pieces with her teeth. That was the night, the moment that everything changed for her.
Fast forward one full moon and a week later, Simone was living higher than life. At least, mentally. She was an alpha, the youngest of her kind probably. She had never expected it to get to her head so easily, but it had. That's when she ran into Marcus, their old pack emissary. He had gained a sense of what happened, since he was already physically connected to the pack. He had explained to her the loss he had felt, the switch in power—she knew she needed his help.
He gave in immediately, seeing how desperate Simone had been at the time. He explained everything to her, about her past life, what was and could've been, before the bite had initially happened. It had surprised her, sent her emotionally reeling for a good couple days. Simone eventually accepted that this had always been her fate and her life, that even though she had been betrayed and lied to her entire life, she was still going to be fine.
Simone knew she had to keep her kind a secret, though. Because she had seen what happened to others who got caught by hunters and sometimes, even just regular humans. It was dangerous and risky to reveal yourself to others. Or at least that is what Marcus had told her. She trusted him, though. She trusted herself enough to know that she could do this.
Simone threw something hard against her door from her bed, begging for the banging to stop. God forbid she wake up late on the first day of high school. But, honestly—she just wanted to sleep.
"Go away!" She shouted into her pillow, pulling the cover over her head.
The door creaked open a moment later, footsteps following. Suddenly, the blanket was being pulled from her body, her legs kicking wildly at the intruder.
"What the hell?" Simone asked, scrunching her in annoyance.
"Get up." Marcus' voice was stern as he enunciated his words clearly. Simone knew he had a no play attitude when it came to school, so she didn't argue with him.
"Fine." She waved her hand dismissively, "Fine. I'm going."
"And for the love of god," He sighed, "Please don't take two hours. School starts in half that."
She snorted at that, walking groggily from her bed to her bathroom. Marcus was only about six years older than her, making him about twenty-one. So, he wasn't much of an adult yet, but he did know his shit and Simone respected him wholeheartedly. She never once dared to disrespect him in any way. He was practically like an older brother to her, rather than a father.
Simone made haste, removing her clothes and hopping into the shower. She sighed happily at the sensation, loving how good a morning shower felt. Once she had finished, she wrapped a towel around her body, sloppily slapping some toothpaste onto her toothbrush and began brushing vigorously. Using the time slot she had while brushing her teeth, she rushed to her closet and slipped on a pair of underwear and a black Calvin Klein sports bra. She pulled out a graphic tank and a pair of faded green skinny jeans to wear, pairing them with her favorite pair of black Nike shoes. After finishing up in the bathroom, she quickly came into the room and changed, probably in record time. Simone didn't bother with her hair that often, so she pulled it back into a ponytail, just to keep it out of her face.
"Yo, kid," Marcus popped his head into the doorway, "You ready to head out?"
"Yeah, I'll be down in a sec." She replied, fixing some things around her room and picking up the general mess she had made. She picked up the pendant necklace that was laying on her dresser and clasped it around her neck, before grabbing her school bag.
"Let's go, kiddo." She heard Marcus shout from downstairs, "We've got less than fifteen minutes and your ass is not going to be late on the first day."
"I'm coming!" Simone yelled back, if not louder. Seconds later, she was racing down the stairs, phone it one hand another free so she could grab for the banana as she reached the front door, which happened to be connected to the kitchen.
"Les' go." She mumbled around the banana as Marcus led her outside.
"And this is your locker."
"Thanks." She mumbled to the student aid, looking down at her locker combination.
"Your first class is English," He explained by pointing to the door across from them, "Room 216."
"Free period is after that, which is pretty self-explanatory." He laughed, shoving his hands into his front pockets. "I think that's about it, if you need me to show you arou—"
"I think I've got it." Simone forced a smile, internally heaving at the arousal she could smell radiating off of the boy. Typical asshole jock, she thought. "Thanks."
She turned on her heels and headed for her first period, which was literally a few steps away from where she was standing. She carefully turned the doorknob, peaking her head in.
"Can I help you?" The teacher stood from his chair, looking at her expectantly through his glasses.
"I'm Simone." She even sounded unsure of herself, which she hated. "The transfer."
He took the yellow slip she held between her fingers and pointed to a seat near the rear of the class.
"Take a seat there, Ms—"
"Montgomery." Simone finished for him. "It's Montgomery."
"Alright, Ms. Montgomery. Considering it's the first day, I think you'll fit in just fine. Please, take your seat."
Simone nodded obediently and made a b-line for the seat in the back, awkwardly avoiding everyone's wondering eyes. She wasn't surprised, seeing a new face at school was always an interesting thing. But, it made her feel like some prized display that no one could take their eyes off of.
"Everyone take a look at the syllabus located on your desk."
Simone turned her attention to the paper sitting atop her desk, covered in nonsense words and pointless sentences.
"This is what we'll be studying over the course of the year and I expect all of you to pass my class."
Simone sighed, kicking her feet against the linoleum. School wasn't exactly an ideal place for her to be, since she had only really been going a few years. She hadn't spent her whole life being uneducated, but school was a different learning curve for her. It was only another reason for her to stress.
"Mason, you got a pen?" The kid in front of her asked, turning his body to the person sitting beside him.
"It's the first day, dude." The boy, Mason, stared at his friend, aggravated.
"I know—" Simone quickly she her bag from her shoulders, reaching inside to pull out an extra pen.
"Here." She offered, tapping his shoulder with the head of the pen. "Take it."
The boy looked over his shoulder, taking the pen between his thumb and his index finger.
"Thanks." The boy smiled, but his eyes stood out above all else. They were incredibly blue, mesmerizing almost.
"No problem." Simone smiled in return, her face feeling uncomfortably hot once she realized she had been staring at him a creepily long amount of time.
Simone noticed how the crowd of teenagers raced toward the door as the bell rang, so she lingered behind, packing her things away slowly. She folded up the syllabus and tossed it into her bag before zipping it closed.
"Here." The mysterious pen boy shoved the pen she had gave him back at her, but Simone refused.
"Keep it." Simone assured him, letting a small laugh escape her. "Seriously."
"Uh, alright." He sounded slightly unsure of himself, but stuffed it into his pocket anyways.
"I'm Liam, just so you know." Well if that didn't sound cocky. Simone immediately took back anything she was thinking about those darn, blue eyes. The eyes she happened to be staring into again, the eyes that were staring directly back at her.
Simone tried to laugh it off, slipping the straps of her bag over her shoulders.
"Simone." She kept it simple, one nod and a smile.
"Simone." He repeated, "Nice. I need to get going though, unfortunately. Lacrosse practice, super important."
Simone nodded at whatever he was saying, only getting more confused at this weird encounter. She sighed and left the classroom, silently applauding herself for having avoided the huge crowd. Plus, it was free period, even more of a reason to celebrate. Except, she didn't know what the hell to do. She remembered Liam saying something about lacrosse, and she knew lacrosse at Beacon Hills had been exceptionally good the past few years, so she didn't see a problem in taking a peak.
The stands weren't completely empty, surprisingly. The students were scattered everywhere, grouped together with their cliques or whatever they called it now. Simone didn't know nor did she bother to care. She was fine sitting by herself, so she did as so. Simone noticed that most of the boys were running drills and laps around the field, but it seemed like a few boys from the group had strayed from the rest.
One boy was in goal, the other two hurling balls at insane speeds and in unpredictable directions, but the goalie seemed to have no problem catching every one of them. The boy passed the ball back with incredible force before dropping the lacrosse stick to the ground. Simone had to double take when the kid pulled off his helmet.
"Liam?" Simone asked, speaking to herself. Holy hell, this kid had skill.
Simone noticed that three conversing and used that to her advantage to eavesdrop.
"Nice, Liam." The taller boy with the blonde hair told him. "You might just be our first freshman captain." He praised.
Well, he wasn't wrong. This kid was insane. Almost inhuman. Simone had no rhyme or reason to how any of that could be accomplished by just some kid. There was bound to be more to him that he was hiding.
At the end of free period, Simone lingered around the field a little while longer than most of the other students. Mostly because she wanted a chance to confront Liam, but he managed to slip past her. Simone left a few minutes after, realizing she probably wasn't going to get a chance to talk to him. She managed to locate her locker with mild confusion, still feeling very out of place and disoriented with the school. She traded a couple school books out and switched notebooks, shoving the items into her school bag. The hall was surprisingly empty for it being the time that most kids were switching classes, she did enjoy the peacefulness, though. She closed her locker, completely unaware of the body heading towards her. Her heart jumped in her chest as she collided with the other student, but she managed to avoid embarrassing herself in front of his friends.
"I'm so, incredibly sorry." The boy instinctively stuck out his hand to steady her, apologizing profusely.
"No," Simone insisted, "It's fine. I was distracted."
"Off your game, Scottie." His friend joked, scratching at the back of his ear.
"You sure you're alright?" He seemed genuinely concerned for her well-being.
"Completely." Simone assured him, "Scott? I'm guessing?"
"Yeah, not Scottie." Scott told her, pointedly looking over at his friend.
Simone couldn't help but smile, "Well, I'm Simone."
"Yo, that necklace," His friend interrupted, "Where did you get it?"
"Oh, this?" Simone asked, lifting up the pendant to hold between her fingers. "I've had it since I was baby, so I couldn't really tell you."
He nodded, seeming interested.
"Yeah, I'm going to get to class." She excused herself politely, "It was nice running into you, literally, I guess." She joked.
Scott laughed easily, continuing down the hall with his friend.
Simone checked her schedule for her next class, which happened to be math—room 109. She shoved the piece of paper back into her front pocket and hung her backpack over one arm. Luckily there was quite a few empty seats by the time she arrived, so she stole one located towards the middle of the classroom, leaving an empty desk beside her.
"Ah, Liam," The teacher clapped his hands together, startling Simone from her work. She popped her head up, finding Liam standing at the front of the class. "Nice to see you've finally showed up. I've heard a lot about you, so I hope this behavior doesn't continue throughout the year."
"Of course not." Liam told him, forcing what Simone guessed was a smile.
"That's what I like to hear. Now take a seat."
Of course he spotted her first. Simone immediately averted her eyes, whatever pride or courage she had early to talk to him suddenly disappeared.
"Simone, right?" Liam asked as he slid into his seat.
"Yeah." Simone nodded, eyes glued to her notebook. "Right."
"Alright, I'm handing out a quick worksheet." The whole class groaned collectively. "It's not hard and it's only to see where you're at right now, and where your strength and weaknesses lie. You can work with a partner."
Don't pick me, don't you dare pick me, she thought.
"Mind if we work together?" Liam asked, pulling a notebook from his bag.
"No, not at all." She lied, allowing him to push his desk against her own.
"Great." He replied before looking up at her, "You're a transfer, right?"
"Yep." Simone answered simply, writing down a problem.
"So, where did you come from before here?"
Simone couldn't even bother to remember, always changing schools so frequently.
"Uh, I was home schooled before this." Simone lied easily, glancing over at Liam.
"Lucky." He laughed, "I would kill to be home-schooled, but I probably wouldn't be able to play lacrosse."
Simone saw her chance and snatched it up.
"Speaking of lacrosse, you're insanely good." She complemented, noticing Liam's smile grow wider. "Like crazy talented."
"Yeah?" Liam asked, his ego inflating immensely. "My dad taught me a lot of what I know now. I've been playing since I was seven."
"Do you think you'll get team captain?"
"That's the goal." Liam replied, his blue eyes boring into her own.
Simone studied the boy carefully, looking for any ticks or small movements that would instill if he had been lying, it didn't seem like he was. Besides, Simone had become pretty good at sniffing out—so to speak—any of her kind. She was almost positive he wasn't. Maybe Liam was just a really talented kid.
Simone smiled in return, causing him to do the same.
"Well, I'm rooting for you. You definitely deserve it."
"That's nice to hear." Liam laughed openly, looking enthralled with her. "Since some of the players already hate me."
"They're just intimidated." Simone replied with a shrug, "It's nothing to worry about."
"Maybe." Liam considered, finishing up the worksheet, Simone doing so as well.
The bell rang moments later. Perfect timing. She handed in her paper, grabbing her bag as well.
"Hey, Simone!" Liam's voice yelled out as she reached the door, "Wait up."
He quickly turned in his paper and gathered his things, jogging up to walk beside her.
"If you're free after school, you should stop by to watch try outs." Liam suggested, his smile still ever present. "Most of the students are anyways."
Simone considered the idea, nodding slowly. Maybe it would me a good idea.
"Yeah," She agreed, "Yeah, I'll try to make it after school."
"Awesome." Liam replied, grin growing wider. "I'll see you there.
"Maybe so."
Simone sent a quick text to Marcus after school, considering he was her only ride and she didn't want to piss him off by not letting him know where she would be.
Simone: pick me up in 45, staying after school.
Marcus: k.
If there was one thing that ticked her off about Marcus, it was the way he texted. She rolled her eyes, shoving her phone into her back pocket.
Simone managed to make it in just enough time to see the boys lining up for their throws. She quickly took her seat, slipping her back from her shoulders and setting it beside her feet. She recognized the first boy immediately. The one from early, not Scott, but his friend. He fumbled with the ball, failing to roll the ball into the net of the stick. She heard the other players snickering from their places in line. It actually made her feel a little empathetic for him. She watched as he took his throw, which he bombed. Next up was Liam, who she had yet to see actually play, other than being goalie. Simone watched as he tensed up and eased his muscles, throwing his first shot at incredible speed, sending it flying past the goalie. Everyone cheered with excitement, but died down after the next player came up.
Scott, she thought. The kid from earlier. Unfortunately, his shot was just as bad, if not worse than his friend.
"McCall, Stilinski! Take a long stick, you're covering goal." The coach yelled, blowing his whistle for emphasis.
The two took their position, waiting as the next kid in line stepped up. Within seconds the kid was on the ground, as Scott slipped past him, knocking the stick from his grasp.
"That's my boys!" Coach yelled proudly.
Simone watched as they high-fived each other, taking some glory out of knocking the kid to the ground. The next two kids to step up failed just as badly to make the goal. Simone laughed at how comically Scott and his friend celebrated. He and his friend went in for a chest bump, his friend may have went in too hard though, because he immediately fell to the ground. He recovered quickly, shaking it off and high-fiving Scott.
Simone sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as Liam stepped up, dramatically swinging the stick down against the grass, up in the air, and then back again. She could practically smell the anxiety coming from the field, but nothing from Liam. If anything—confidence, which didn't surprise her. Liam ducked and dived past the two with no problem, throwing the ball right into the goal.
Simone couldn't help but cheer for that, noticing as Liam glanced back at her.
"That was luck!" One of the girls in the stand yelled, standing up. "Do over!" She yelled again, cupping her hands around her mouth.
"Honey, there's no do overs, this is practice." The coach explained, dismissing her frustration.
"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles?" She offered.
"I'll take that action." Coach agreed, pointing a finger her way. The girl smiled triumphantly.
"Liam, get back in there!" The coach yelled, watching as Liam took his position again.
This was not going to be good, Simone could feel it. She had assumed right when Liam was tossed to the ground, almost in slow motion. She heard him groan in pain, gasping for air as he hit the ground.
"Oh my god." Simone spoke her worry out loud, grabbing her bag and heading towards the field in a hurry.
"Hey! Hey! Don't touch him!" Coach yelled at the other players as they tried to help.
"No, no, I'm fine. Coach, I'm fine." Liam assured, though Simone could sense his pain and discomfort.
"I think his leg is broken." Simone told him, watching as Scott and Stiles helped him up.
"You should probably get him to the nurses' office." She suggested, nodding her head in that direction.
The three agreed and slowly made their way away from the field, Simone trailing closely behind. They had made it there, but the nurse wasn't inside. Scott insisted that they go inside anyways, at least get Liam off his feet.
"You mind if I check it?" Simone asked carefully, "See how bad it is?"
Liam shook his head, but barely. His face was contorted in pain and it showed true as she exposed the injured leg.
"Maybe we should get him to an actual hospital." Stiles suggested, rubbing at the back of his neck in anxiety.
Liam grimaced in pain, squirming uncomfortably. Simone knew he wasn't going to be able to handle the pain much longer, but she wasn't sure how long the trip to the hospital would take. She felt incredibly sympathetic, as did Scott and Stiles, she hoped. At least they should, it was kind of their fault he was in this situation.
"Well, then it needs to be now." Simone spoke openly, since they both seemed to be standing their like a couple of idiots. Not that they were, they just didn't seem like they knew what to do.
She lifted Liam's arm over her shoulder as Stiles did the same, lifting Liam to his feet. Surely but slowly, they made it outside to the school parking lot. Simone could feel Liam getting heavier, mostly because he wasn't bothering to hold his weight up. His head dropped to her shoulder, clearly passed out.
"Which one's yours?" Simone asked urgently, nudging Liam's head to wake him up.
"This one." He pointed to a bright, soft blue Jeep a couple cars away.
The three managed to make it to the car before Liam passed out again, fortunately. But, Simone was pretty sure he would again. She climbed into the backseat and held out her arms for Scott and Stiles to hoist Liam up. She wrapped her arms around his biceps and slowly lifted him onto the seat while Stiles carefully positioned his legs inside the Jeep. Once they had accomplished getting Liam into the car, Simone took a seat in the back, laying Liam's head on her lap.
"Try to keep him from falling asleep." Scott warned her as he turned to look into the backseat. She could see the sweat forming on Liam's forehead and how badly he was clinching his hands together. He was reeking with sadness and anger, but it didn't seem directed toward anyone but himself. Simone wasn't sure if he had the strength or energy to talk, so she decided on the next best thing. She carefully pried his hand apart, slipping her own hand around his. She flinched at the contact, immediately draining whatever pain he had been feeling in that moment. The relief wouldn't last, Simone already knew that. But, it seemed to be helping. She felt him breathe out slowly, probably the first full breath he had taken since they had gotten in the car.
"You alright?" Simone asked softly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. He nodded, but barely. She forced a small smile, feeling his hand tightening around her own.
Simone was sure she was dying inside from the pain. It was excruciating, but she had felt much worse. She could only imagine what it felt like to break something and not be able to have it heal a split second after. It was no secret that Simone had broken many bones before, but she's never felt physical pain like any normal human would. It was quite empathetic.
"Hi, mom." Scott said sheepishly, forcing an awkward smile as she walked towards them. She looked annoyed, but also like she would expect this from them. Simone spotted a wheelchair a few feet away that seemed vacant, so she grabbed it and allowed Scott's mother to help him get situated.
"Don't worry, Liam. We'll take good care of you." She told him before wheeling him off.
Simone at her eyes tiredly, puffing her cheeks as she sighed out a big puff of air. Marcus was probably livid. She sighed, pulling out her phone, expecting a plethora of texts, calls, and voicemails. But there wasn't. She quickly dialed his number, he picked up almost instantly.
"What the hell?" Simone could hear a hint of amusement in his voice, or maybe it was anger. She could never tell.
"I'm so sorry." She apologized, wiping a few stray hairs from her face. "I'm at the hospital."
"Why?" Marcus deadpanned. She hated when he sounded so worried, but he did have a reason to be.
"This kid. He broke his leg." She explaining, hearing him sigh in relief as she did. "I just want to make sure he's fine before I leave. It was pretty bad."
"Alright." He replied, sounding not nearly as intense as he did when answered the phone.
"I'll text you later." Simone said quickly before hanging up the phone.
"Alright, I gotta get going." Stiles told them, spinning his keys around his index finger. "Promised Malia I'd help her study."
"Sure." Scott nodded in understanding. "I can stay with Simone, I'm sure she wants to check on Liam, too."
Stiles nodded, turning on his heels. "Hey, I don't need to say this wasn't your fault, right?" He asked, looking back at Scott.
"I don't know." Scott answered in monotone.
Simone suddenly felt uncomfortable, seeming like she was intruding on a private conversation that she shouldn't be. She nudged Scott and pointed over to the seat across from them.
"I'm gonna take a seat." She told him, he nodded in return.
Simone noticed how guilty Scott looked and honestly, she felt bad. She turned her head away from the two but used her hearing to her advantage.
"Scott, if you had used any wolf power he wouldn't be limping, he would be crawling—back to the other half of his body."
Simone perked up suddenly, looking Scott over discreetly. Wolf powers? Simone could've swore that's what she had heard. So, Scott was like her? Simone had heard before about an alpha pack residing in Beacon Hills, but as far as she knew, they had all been killed or ran off. Simone assumed that it probably wouldn't be too great of an idea to look into the problem right now, but she made sure to remember.
"If I hadn't been so worried about being captain, he wouldn't be hurt either."
"It's okay to want something for yourself once in a while. Team captain, alpha werewolf. You're still only human."
Scott was an alpha? Suddenly, she remember a conversation she had with Marcus. Simone had always known Beacon Hills pretty well, having lived on the outskirts for most of her life. Beacon Hills was a special place, a supernatural beacon, oddly enough. He told her about a teenager, in a situation much like her own who had received his alpha status without killing his own alpha. The pieces fit together perfectly. But now, it only worried her more.
She saw Scott glance over at her as Stiles left. She stood from her seat and walked over to him, a smile spreading across her face.
"You want to go check on Liam?" She asked, looking in the direction that Scott's mother had taken him off to.
"Uh, yeah." Scott said slowly, seeming a little distracted as he nodded his head.
"I guess today's been a pretty crazy first day. " She laughed softly, walking alongside Scott.
"God this must suck." Scott sounded sympathetic, almost like he could feel for her situation.
Simone shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "Honestly, not at all."
"It's good to have a positive attitude." Scott acknowledge, finally smiling, though it was faint. "I try to."
Simone nodded knowingly, stopping when they reached Liam's room. Scott went quietly, running his hand along the railing against the wall as he stopped outside of his room. She realized why when she could her Liam talking to who she was guessing was Liam's dad.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" He asked.
"I was up against two juniors." Liam told his father, a small hint of anger coming through. "One of them was captain of the team."
She heard Scott sigh from behind her, the guilty and worry showing true, again.
"Well, you know what we always say," His father paused, "Play smart. Not hard."
"You mad at me?" Liam asked, his voice falling.
"No." His father responded instantly. "Of course not. Well, your mom might be mad at me for getting you into lacrosse, but we'll both wait for the x-ray before we panic—and trust me, I have more reason to panic than you."
She heard Liam laugh, but it was quiet.
"It's not over yet. Wait for the x-ray."
Simone and Scott both turned away as Liam's dad exited the room.
"You wan—" Simone was interrupted by Scott's phone ringing.
Scott sent her a look of apology before he pulled out his phone to answer it. His express changed immediately, hearing the urgent voice on the other line.
"I'm at the hospital too." He told whoever was on the other line of the phone before hanging up.
"Hey," Simone grabbed a hold of Scott's arm, "Scott?"
He turned suddenly, "You should head home. For your own safety."
That was all she got before he was running down the hall towards the elevator. Why would she need to leave? Simone shook her head before running after him, stopping short at a room near the end of the hall. The pungent smell of blood and human flesh filled her senses and put Simone on high alert. She reached for doorknob, pushing the door open.
"Hello?" She called out, the door swinging open completely.
Simone covered her hand over her mouth, watching as this person continued to maw at the intestines that had been pulled from the body lying beside them.
"I couldn't help it." The voice mumbled, suddenly turning his head up towards her. "I'm so hungry."
"I'm just so hungry!" He practically yelled through the multiple rows of sharp teeth replacing his normally human ones.
Simone stumbled backwards into the door, suddenly colliding with another person.
"Oh my god." It was Scott's mother, the nurse that had helped Liam.
They both were still as the person, or whatever the hell this guy was, stood up.
"Run." Simone warned before pushing her out of the way and outside into the hall, but that didn't seem to help when he grabbed for her foot, slamming her to the ground.
Simone took a step back, seething with anger as she stared him down. She growled lowly, feeling her body change as she transformed. Suddenly, there was growl, much louder than her own from down the hall. Scott. It was Scott, fully transformed. Simone didn't hesitate as she lunged for the boy, knocking him straight to the ground. He threw her easily, slamming her back into a while. Simone groaned in pain as she struggled for air, but Scott was on him in seconds. Though, no luck. He had thrown him just as easily, like there had been no struggle. As soon as Simone could catch her bearings, he was running off. Simone immediately turned to Scott and his mother, wanting to know if she was okay.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." Scott's mother insisted as she pulled herself up.
"Are you sure?" Scott asked.
"Just get the son of a bitch.
Simone and Scott hadn't spoken a word as they raced towards the roof. But, that was probably for the better. Scott easily jumped over a flight of stairs and slammed the door open. Simone stopped short as soon as she saw Liam, immediately feeling the need to rip the kid that was holding him to shreds.
"Stay back." He threatened, tightening his arm around Liam's neck.
"You don't need to do this." Scott warned him as he walked closer, "Whatever you are, we can help you."
"No you can't." The kid choked out.
"Let me help you." Scott insisted, sounding calmer than Simone was feeling.
"Wendigos don't need help. We need food."
There was a second where everything fell into slow motion, it was calm. No one moved or said a word, but seconds later Liam was being thrown from the roof and Scott was racing towards the attacker, pushing him out of the way before racing towards Liam, grabbing him just before he would've slipped and fallen. Simone grabbed at the kid as he latched onto Scott, trying to shake him from Liam, slamming him into the ground by his throat.
"I suggest you get the hell of out her before we both rip you in half." Simone was nearly inches from his face, ready to rip into him. He kicked her off, sending her flying into the concrete wall. She looked up, finding him lying on the ground a few feet away, a pool of blood surrounding his now lifeless body, it seemed. She pushed herself up from the ground, watching as someone slipped past her. The man seemed to have no mouth, but held a small axe in his hand. He raised a finger where his mouth should've been, before walking off. Both Scott and Simone looked at each other in confusion, but spoke no words.
Simone allowed herself to shift back as she stood up, immediately running towards both Liam and Scott as she heard him scream out in pain.
"You bit him." Simone spoke quietly, knowing only Scott could hear her.
"I did." He sounded like he didn't even believe himself, like he hadn't actually done it. Or, more like regret.
It shocked Simone, because even as an alpha, she had never turned a human. She had always thought about it of course, but she wouldn't wish that life on anyone who had the choice. But, whether Liam was okay with it or not, he would probably be dead if Scott hadn't.
"You might've just ruined this kid's life."
"I know." Scott sighed, looking truly reluctant. "I know."
This story is still so on the rocks, at the moment. I haven't written another chapter yet, just because I want to see how much everyone reacts to this one. It would be cool if you guys could lend some feedback on whether or not I should keep on with this story. It's an idea that I've had for a good while and it's pretty developed plot wise, but I want to know how most of the readers feel. So, feedback is so welcome. Thanks for reading/enjoying, guys.