"I...I... did that." All I see is the intricately detailed bark. Then I remember the wolf who was running at me.
"Scott!" Oh my God! "Scott!"
Where did he go? I scream, "Oh, God. I've killed Scott! With a-"
A head pops out from the other side of the trunk. "Nadia, I'm fine!"
I instinctively slap him.
"What was that for?"
"Just double checking." I shrug off my previous fear.
Stalinski wraps his arm around my shoulder and splays his arms like a billboard. "My girlfriend, the freaking awesome wood nymph"
I can hardly believe it myself. My time at Beacon Hills seems like one weird string of never-ending events. That reminds me. "What are we going to do about Deaton?"
"We've just got to keep looking." My jacket doesn't seem enough to fight forest wind. Scott grabs his head suddenly and swears. "We have lacrosse practice!"
Stiles moans. "Coach is going to kill us! "
We run to the jeep, leaving the forest behind us. Scott is there leaning against the car by the time I come panting along. If I'm living in a town with supernatural people that often like to kill, maybe I should start working out. I'll get onto that... next week.
