Licking Our Wounds
Allison's body was placed on the stretcher and then lifted into the ambulance as the Pack watched.
Most of the Pack anyways.
Scott, in a fit of rage, shifted and went wild shortly before the medic team arrived. Derek the Alpha ordered Scott to leave before anyone saw him. Scott fled deep into the woods, but still close enough to hear the sound of the ambulance doors close.
The remaining Pack members stood and watched as the ambulance pulled away and heard a deep howl from the forest.
It had been about an hour before anybody dared move.
Nobody had the power to do so. They all froze on the spot as Allison- no, Allison's body- was placed in the ambulance.
Allison was no longer with them.
No longer one of them.
No longer alive.
She was gone.
Derek's shirt was stained with her blood. He could smell what remained of her life on him. He wished to remove the clothes as soon as he could, but he didn't want to say goodbye to her scent.
To her.
She may not have been his mate, but she was Scott's. Either way, she was just as much a Pack member as Scott or Jackson. Same went with Stiles and Lydia, who remained immobile even after Derek had moved to go inside.
Derek went up to his bedroom and began to undress.
He tossed his clothes on the floor and went to the bathroom to shower off the blood that remained on his body.
Lydia and Stiles remained on the porch after Jackson wandered into the forest in search of Scott. He was fully alert for a rampaging werewolf. He needed to be if he was going to approach him.
He wasn't used to controlling his werewolf senses at will like Scott and Derek were, but he had to try if he was going to track down his Pack brother.
Jackson closed his eyes and listened. Listened to the sound of the wind blowing in his ears. The sound of leaves rustling. The sound of the deer about one hundred yards to his left. The sound of the chipmunk scurrying just beyond that. Beyond that, he heard the sound of an enraged Scott, panting.
He took of in Scott's direction. Jackson met him sooner than he thought as Scott was headed his way as well.
The wolf had taken over and didn't care whether or not Jackson was a Pack brother or the hunter who shot Allison. Killed Allison.
The wolf wanted revenge.
"Whoa, dude!" Jackson yelled. "I'm here to help you."
The voice Scott heard didn't belong to Jackson. It was distorted and raw. And the words coming from Jackson's mouth didn't translate the way he said it. The wolf didn't understand. It was as if Jackson was speaking a foreign language.
Jackson shifted as fast as he could and continued to attempt communication with Scott. His previous attempts had failed, so he figured the wolf in him may have better luck.
The wolf had completely taken over Scott in his rage.
It wanted to kill.
It wanted revenge.
Scott swung his claws at the man in front of him. He wanted to hurt him.
The man before him shifted and revealed his electric blue eyes to Scott's amber eyes.
He was a wolf.
"Scott, I know you're in there."
What was this? Some kind of trick? How did he know Scott?
"You gotta come back to us."
Scott swung at him.
Jackson knew it wasn't going to take more than conversation to stop Scott in this mood.
Jackson faked going to the left and then to the right. He ran to the left and wrapped his arms around Scott in order to subdue him.
"Calm down, Scott."
The wolf tried wrestling free from Jackson's grip.
A voice rang through the forest.
"ENOUGH!"
The sound echoed through the forest.
Stiles and Lydia jumped at it.
They didn't know what to make of the noise, but fled inside in case it was a hunter looking to spill more blood.
Lydia, always dressed to impress, walked to the stairs, click-clacking along in her new shoes.
"You're awful quiet today."
"Right back at you." Stiles said.
Stiles sat next to Lydia on the stairs. They sat in silence until Lydia heard Stiles sniff.
"What?"
Stiles could speak.
For the first time in his life, he was speechless.
"Did you two even talk much? She never really mentioned you unless it was in regards to Scott."
Lydia always had a way of coming off rude when she spoke.
"Not really." Stiles choked on his words. "But she did help me with quite a bit when it came time for me to take care of stuff."
"Like coming out?"
"Yeah." he responded with hears in his eyes. "She was the only one who… The only."
Stiles reached his limit.
Lydia reached into her purse and pulled out a couple tissues. One for him and one for her.
"You're crying?"
She slapped him.
"Yes, Stiles. I am crying." she said pointedly. "You may think I'm a heartless bitch because that's how I come off to everyone but I do have a heart!" Stiles always had bad timing.
"You're like the Tin Man."
Lydia stormed off. Stiles knew what he had said was wrong. It was inappropriate to joke so soon after watching a Pack member, and a friend die. But that's how Stiles coped. He didn't know any better.
The wrestling werewolves froze on point at the voice.
"You two will stop right now." the voice belonged to the Alpha.
He stood in the forest wearing nothing but the bloodstained jeans he had on when they took Allison away.
His eyes glowed pure crimson. It was the Alpha speaking. Not Derek.
The wolves backed off each other and shifted back to normal.
"There are hunters out here and you two choose to do this?"
Jackson looked at the ground, ashamed of himself.
Scott looked Derek dead on, straight into his red eyes.
"I get it." Derek's eyes turned back to their normal green. "You loved her. You lost her. We all did. It wasn't just you Scott. And if you would have continued on like you were, you could have been found and shot, too."
"I don't care." Scott said, his eyes turning amber. "I'll go down fighting if I have to, but nobody else is going to die."
"You will do as you're told or else, Beta."
This was the first time Derek had referred to him as 'Beta' rather than by his name.
"Get back to the house. We've got to go to the hospital."