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My world had shut down to the basic necessities of breathing, heart beating and blinking. I was still in shock from what I had found out. I couldn't believe that Derek wouldn't be there. That he had trusted Scott to make sure I didn't kill someone. That he'd broken his promise. That I cared so much that he was there.
What was wrong with me?
But that wasn't my biggest problem right now. Oh no. My problem was that I would end up killing someone tonight. I was freaking out; all those horrid thoughts would come true.
I didn't realise I was crying until Scott was nudging me in the ribs and hissing at me if I was ok. Of course I wasn't ok! Why the hell else would I be crying? I quickly wiped away the tears and tried to stop the others from falling down my face but couldn't do it. Grabbing my notebook off the table in front of me, I hurried out of the classroom I hadn't even remembered walking into and ran out, not feeling the stares of the whole class.
I ran further down the hall, not really knowing where I was going. As I turned down a random hall I sank to the ground, the tears streaming down silently.
Why was I crying?
I had no idea and to be honest didn't really care to know.
I was too busy freaking out about what was going to happen, so busy I didn't realise that Scott had followed me out of the classroom and was now crouching in front of me, saying something that I couldn't hear.
"..You crying?" I heard,
"Because I'm going to kill someone tonight!" I managed to whisper between the tears, I heard a small sigh and Scott sat down next to me.
"You're not going to kill someone" he said,
"But how do you know?"
"Because I'll make sure that you don't"
I nodded silently, Derek had said the same thing, but for some reason I didn't quite believe him. I wondered why and then realised the tears had stopped rolling down my cheeks; I drew my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.
"You can trust me Kayla. It's going to be fine" Scott said watching me closely, I didn't respond but just hugged myself tighter.
I just hoped that he was right.
The rest of the day passed without me moving from my shocked state and I dreaded the moment when the end of the school day bell rang. I was hoping that the tears wouldn't start pouring from my eyes again and I was glad when they didn't but was terrified as well because that meant that it was the end of the day.
Which meant that it was closer to night. Which meant it was closer to the moon rising. Which meant it was closer till I killed someone.
I was shaking as Scott lead me to where ever it was he was leading me to and I barely noticed my surroundings until we stopped at wherever it was we were at.
I shuddered as I saw the chair with manacles attached to it. As long as it kept me from killing someone, I guess it didn't really matter. We were early, it wouldn't be dark for a few more hours, but I wanted to make sure that there was no chance that I'd ever be able to get out of here.
Sitting down in the chair Scott snapped the manacles together over my wrists and chained my feet to the floor. I closed my eyes and sent a silent prayer that I would make it through this without anything going wrong, but knowing my luck that would definitely happen.
I barely listened as Scott started telling me all sorts of different things about full moons and stuff that might help me, I briefly heard the word 'anchor' somewhere in there along with 'pain', 'hardest' and 'love'.
What a weird combination of words.
And then the transformation began.
I lost track of time as I struggled to get free of my bonds Scott's words of encouragement I assumed had no meaning to me as I snarled at him and felt like ripping him apart.
The thought horrified me, yet pleased me at the same time and I felt like crying but breaking something at the same time. I had no idea how I looked but assumed that it was bad. Really bad. I reckon my wrists would have hurt if I hadn't been so intent of getting free of the bonds that held me to the damned chair.
I briefly heard the word 'anchor' again and some sane part of me scrambled to remember what the word even meant. As the tiny bit of me puzzled over the word, the rest of me was attempting to claw Scott's face off with my new taloned hands.
Derek's face suddenly filled my vision and then words washed over me, 'Anchor','pain','really well' and even 'surprised'. That sane bit of me puzzled over the words, noticing the same word of 'anchor'.
"—Happy place—" I heard and that little sane bit of me scrambled to go back to that place, but all it could dredge up was the apartment I'd lived in with him. As the wolf part of me scrambled to get to Derek now, the sane part hurried to find that special, safe place.
A memory of crashing into Derek in the woods filled my mind, then standing at the table with him and then waking up after sleeping on his shoulder.
And then suddenly the urge to rip Derek's throat out was gone.
"YOU FOUND YOUR ANCHOR!" Scott exclaimed, his face appearing beside Derek's.
I stared at the black haired, silver eyed guy suddenly realising what the hell had happened.
I really had found my anchor.
And I couldn't believe who it was
The person I'd hated the most since I'd met them. The person who was constantly annoying me.
Derek. Derek was my anchor.