Scott
All eyes were on me. The charity seemed nonexistent to the eyes of the audience because they were too concerned with watching me.
Allison was with the kids, all smiles and sing song octaves, but it didn't seem to matter. The kids were terrified of me, the scary werewolf that stood behind the frail girl.
Everyone could see the collar that restrained my neck and that's all that seemed to matter. No one cared about who I was, only what I was.
Allison stepped back and entwined her fingers with mine, causing any stress I felt to disappear.
I had to be happy with what I had. I had someone who cared about me and didn't beat me on the daily. That's a lot more than other were's could say. But when every smile you offered was returned with a glare it was extremely difficult to appreciate anything.
Lydia
The world was changing. I could feel it, I could see it. More people were becoming aware of what was going on and they were upset. They were scared and without a face to lead them, they were lost. I don't know what happened to Stiles or why he dropped off the face of the earth, but we need him. I haven't heard anything from him and the news say that 'The Black Wolf' is no more, but I refuse to believe that. The wolves are tired of this oppression and the people are rallying behind them. So weather Stiles comes back or not, this tension is going to explode. I just hope we all don't suffer from the shrapnel.
Breaden
What do I do now? Staring at the guns lined up along the table, contemplating my next move. I could go into every pound, guns blazing, but what would that do? Get me arrested and make the struggle that much harder. So it was better to lay low for right now.
Everything was moving smoothly, the people were stepping with the cause, and then the black wolf had to disappear.
I remember meeting Stiles for the first time. I really had thought that he was going to be different, that he was brave. Clearly I was wrong. The first hint of a rocky struggle he high tails it to the hills. So if he wants to cower out then I guess I'll take over the cause.
Derek
The room was dark, moonlight glinting off the mirror on the wall. The face I saw was not mine. It was a man who was afraid to be brave, afraid to fight for what's right. A wolf afraid of monsters under the bed.
I still had lingering nightmares when I slept. I still flinched when someone grabbed me too hard. Things still sent me back to that night, but I had someone who was willing to risk everything for me. Someone who protected and cared for me no matter what. That was so much more than many were's could say.
I reached up and let my fingers graze over the leather that hung tightly around my neck. It's power was lingering, shocks a distant memory in my mind. I could still feel the electricity when I moved a certain way, the leather reminding me of the constant pain I used to feel every single day.
That's the reason I couldn't sit back in the comfort of my home. There were were's that felt this daily, just as I had, and I couldn't allow that.
The sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. I knew who it was. The safe scent and the fast heartbeat gave it away. That didn't stop me from looking up though. Through the mirror my eyes connected with Stiles'.
He was concerned, I could see it written all over his face. "You okay?"
I nodded slowly, my gaze dropping from the mirror. I let my fingers stall over the leather for a few more seconds before I dropped my hand. I could feel Stiles approach slowly before two arms wrapped around me. I could feel his body flush against my back.
"You don't seem okay."
I sighed deeply. "I feel...helpless."
Stiles nodded and pressed his forehead into my back. "Me too," he mumbled against the fabric of my shirt.
"We can change that."
Stiles' hands removed from around me and he stepped back.
I turned toward him, eyeing his defensive stance. "Stiles, we aren't helpless. We can do something."
His eyes dropped to the ground as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't put you in danger anymore. I'm supposed to protect you."
"Yes and you have. You saved me Stiles...and now we need to save everyone else," I stated and placed my hands on both sides of his arms.
His caramel eyes rose and met mine. "Why? We're content here."
"Don't lie to yourself Stiles. Your fire may have been shrouded, but it can never be extinguished. No matter where we go, no matter where we live, we will always be in danger and there will always be werewolves suffering at the hands of others. I can't sit on the sidelines and neither can you."
His eyes stayed on mine for a few seconds, searching through them before he spoke. "You're right."
A smirk broke out on my face. I could see the determination return back to Stiles' face, the gleam in his eye shining bright once more. "The Black Wolf is back?"
His smile mirrored mine as his body seemed to shake with pent up energy. "The Black Wolf is back."