All That We're Living For

Chapter VII

Dreamcatchers

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"They're coming. They're coming for all of us."

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There was a Pack meeting before the beginning of school and first period - and this time, Mason was included.

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping," Lydia was saying. "It was a real disorder. It was night terrors."

"Well, now she's the night terror," Stiles commented. "Especially since no one can find her."

"Okay," Scott began, taking the lead from Lydia. "I know we're all tired and miserable . . . Except for you."

Mason had this look of glee and happiness on his face. He was ecstatic to have been finally let in in the know. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is all just . . . mind-blowing. You're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

"I'm still learning," Kira told him.

"Liam, we said you could tell him," Stiles said, giving Liam a pointed look. "Not invite him into the inner circle."

"Whoa. I'm in the inner circle?"

"No," Liam and Stiles replied simultaneously, almost immediately.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy," Scott interrupted. Confidence crept into his voice. "She's just one lone wolf. We find her."

"One lone serial-killing wolf," Malia reminded them.

"Uh, she only killed one person, you know," Stiles corrected. "The other two were mauled."

"All right, what do we do when we catch her?"

"I say we put her down," Malia offered. The others and Liam himself did not look pleased at the thought.

Mason glanced back and forth between everyone, as if he were watching a very interesting tennis game. "Intense," he spoke.

"Guys, let's concentrate on finding Tracy. We're figure out the rest later."

The Pack began to go their separate ways: Scott, Lydia, and Kira to AP Biology while Liam and Mason went to History 103.

The bell rang in as students began to file in to their respective seats. Hayden wasn't sitting where she had been yesterday, but instead chose to sit in the back row. Liam was glad and was about to take his seat when he noticed the girl sitting next to her.

She was breathing heavily, hair unkempt and unbrushed hanging in front of her face, hands - her claws, more specifically - gripping the sides of the desk, bare feet pressed hard against the floor underneath her chair. He looked closer and saw that it was Tracy, the lone wolf who everyone had been talking about earlier. Lydia had shown him a picture of her.

He got up and walked out of class without another word. The tardy bell hadn't rung yet so Liam figured that he was still good to go. He just had to find Scott and the others. He realized he didn't know where Scott's classroom was, he listened and followed when he heard what he was looking for.

Liam knew he probably could've been wrong and that it could've been another Scott the teacher was talking to, but he followed his instincts, smelling Scott's scent as he edged closer and closer.

" . . . Nice to see where your priorities are, Scott. Since you have such a good grasp of the subject, how about you lead us in a review of last night's reading," Mrs. Ramsey told him.

"Uh... Sure," Scott replied uncertainty. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, catching sight of Liam. He frowned and Liam made a gesture that read 'Come here now.'

"Scott?"

"Sorry, just looking for the page."

Liam waved and gestured wildly to get Scott's attention, jerking his thumb behind him.

"Scott?" Mrs. Ramsey repeated.

"Yeah, one sec. Sorry," Scott motioned to his ear in a way that wasn't so secretive.

Liam pressed his back against the wall and whispered, "She's here. She's in History class right now. Tracy. She's here."

Liam walked down the hall as swiftly as he could. He had to get everyone out, away from Tracy's harm.

Hayden's voice echoed in his ears distantly.

"Hey, are you all right? Are you even supposed to be in this class?"

Liam found the nearest fire alarm and pulled the lever down, causing the fire alarm to ring loudly. He had always wanted to do that.

"No rushing, please. I'm sure it's just a drill," Mr. Yukimura was telling everyone.

Liam walked back to the classroom as fast as he could, stopping at the door, letting the other students file out past him. Hayden's voice rang in his ears.

"Hey, we need to go. Are you all right?"

When everyone finally disappeared, he had a clearer view of what was happening in front of him. He saw Tracey grab Hayden's forearm and stepped forward, ready to help but Scott gave him a look and shook his head.

"Tracy," Scott spoke quietly, trying to rouse the sleeping girl's attention.

Tracy's eyes whirled around wildly, eyes unfocused and full of fear.

"Tracy," Scott tried again, taking a step forward.

Whatever she was seeing must've scared her a lot. The poor girl was breathing heavily as if her heart was ready to burst any second and quit from the panic that was surging through her veins. Liam couldn't blame her for that but he wanted her to let Hayden go and hopefully Scott and the others would be able to figure out that rest. That they would be able to help her be a werewolf.

"Tracy. Tracy, let go. Tracy."

"Hey, you're hurting me," Hayden whimpered. Liam watched in horror as blood began to seep out as Tracy's grip tightened. As much as he wanted to hate his arch-nemesis, he couldn't stand to see her in pain.

"Tracy, let her go."

Tracy slid slowly out from her chair, still clutching Hayden's wrist, taking a small step forward. "They're coming," the girl warned in a wavering voice. "They're coming for all of us."

Then suddenly, she fell to the floor, letting go of Hayden's arm, silver liquid pooling out from her mouth, dark brown eyes open and glazed before they fluttered shut.

They're coming. They're coming for all of us. The question was, who were 'they?'

Scott and Stiles immediately jolted into action, both of them picking the unconscious girl up, scurrying out the classroom, out into the hallway and the main entrance, presumingly heading to Deaton's clinic.

Hayden, still holding her arm, looked at Liam in confusion, probably searching for an answer to whatever had happened just moments ago. "She wasn't even supposed to be in our class. Where are they taking her?"

Liam ducked his head, immediately trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "Uh... The hospital, I guess," he told her. He thought for a second, letting his eyes drift around. "Do you need help getting to the Nurse's Office?"

Suddenly the gentle voice from her was gone and was replaced by a hardness. "I think I'll make it." She gave him a steely glare before she turned on her heels and strutted down the hallway until she disappeared from sight.

Well. So much for making amends.

Liam began thinking. There had to be someone else that he could talk to. Someone else that could know Tracy. A thought came to him. He didn't like it but it was better than nothing.

"Come on," he told Mason. He led him outside on the lacrosse field, where players were practicing for the spring. In the center, they watched as Brett Talbot scored a goal in the net while shirtless.

"So, he's a werewolf too?"

"Yup," Liam answered disdainfully.

"This just gets better and better."

Well, good for you, Mason! Good for you!

Brett, upon seeing them, threw his lacrosse stick over his shoulders, resting against the back of his neck.

"Brett, can we show you something? Have you seen her?"

"Cute," Brett replied with a look toward Liam. Liam wanted to tell him that Tracy wasn't his girlfriend. "But never seen her."

"Could Satomi have turned her without you knowing?"

"After the dead pool, Satomi's not exactly doing much recruiting."

"That's how it works? Alpha werewolves just go around biting people?" Mason asked.

"Or you can be born, like me and my sister. Satomi took us in after our family died in a fire."

Liam stared at Tracy's picture, trying to determine what he was missing. His eyes lingered on the silver leaf necklace around her neck and zoomed in on the photo with his fingers.

Silver . . .

He remembered the hole he had fell in, the one where he had thought he had saw something silver in it before Stiles had distracted him. "Guys, I think I just found something."

They agreed to meet Brett by the woods after school, when it was dark enough to go exploring. When nobody would ask questions. Mason trailed behind Liam and Brett while they searched for the hole Liam had told them about.

"Sure you know where you're going?"

"I know where I am," Liam said with a hint of frustration in his voice.

"So do I," quipped Brett. "Middle of nowhere."

A loud thud caught their attention and the two werewolves turned to find Mason no longer behind them.

Mason's voice floated from the hole. "Guys? I think I found it," he called.

Liam and Brett peered down into the hole Mason had fell in.

"See the necklace?" Liam asked.

Mason dug with his fingers through the mud, hands wandering over the hole, searching. "No, I don't see it," he stammered finally. Brett offered his hand and pulled Mason out of the hole and onto his feet.

"Liam, I . . . I thought you said this was a sinkhole."

Liam gave Brett a look.

"It's a hole. What's the difference?" he said, wondering where Brett was going with this.

"I mean, look at all these handprints and look at all this dirt. She didn't fall in here," Brett continued, the paused. "She was buried."

"Intense."

Liam looked around, glancing at the hole, then let his eyes wander around, trying to make sense of his bearings. This was the right place, wasn't it? He was sure. Unless . . . it wasn't.

Liam let out an exhale. "I don't think this is the one."

"What do you mean?"

"It was closer to the bridge," he prodded on, remembering the wooden bridge Stiles and him had watched Theo from. He searched for the cluster of bushes finding them nowhere near him. "Much closer. This is a different hole."

Brett looked around, then met Liam's eyes. He asked the question no one else was daring to ask. "Then who crawled out of this one?"

"Okay," Liam swallowed. "Um, I'm gonna find Scott. Mason, you go home. And uh, Brett?"

Brett turned.

"Thanks," Liam said finally.

Liam made his way to the clinic to where he found Deaton, Stiles, Scott, and Theo.

"It doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack. Or like you've accepted me or anything like that," Theo was in the middle of saying. He currently was helping Stiles from the floor, while Stiles' body language screamed Don't touch me! "It just means I can help catch this girl. Scott. I can help you."

Scott looked past Theo's shoulder and noticed Liam standing there. "Liam."

He glanced at the floor, at the blood scattered everywhere, confusion arching his brow. "What happened here?"

"Kanima," Stiles coughed. Liam remembered them telling him something about that. Something about one of their friends turning into one. Someone named . . . Jackson?

"Doesn't matter right now," Scott hurried, struggling to stay on balance. "We need to get to the station. Liam, can you meet us there? Okay. C'mon, let's go."


I apologize for this chapter being a little shorter than usual. Hope you enjoyed! I know I did when Mason finally found out about Liam!

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