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Scott, where the hell are you? Answer your damn phone!"
Sighing deeply, Scott turned on his side in bed, his eyes sliding from his ceiling and landing on the wall. This was how he spent his mornings now—ignoring the world outside while keeping himself locked inside.
Ever since that day, he hadn't been the same. His mother took notice of it and steered away from him, giving him to grieve. Scott refused to acknowledge anyone's existence—especially his best friend. Normally, Scott wasn't the one to put blame on others, but looking at everything he couldn't help but analyze things deeperd.
Stiles ordered the Oni's to strike. The cruel twisted smirked he wore that night lingered in forefront of his Scott's mind. How can Stiles—his nerdy best friend do such things? Hurt so much people without blinking?
Knock, knock!
He didn't have to turn around to know who at the door, the lavender detergent gave it away.
"Are you going to get out of bed?" Melissa asked, keen on standing next to the door. After their latest encounter the mother was somewhat afraid to cross into his room.
"I'm not going." Scott dug his head further into the pillow, clutching it. "...It's too painful." Everything—every corner, room, hallway reminded him of her. Walking back inside that school would be a slap to his face, and Scott knew he wasn't prepared for that.
A disappointed sigh escaped her lips. Melissa was doing all she could with her son. She took a few days off for work to watch over him, afraid of what he might do in his state of depression. "Scott-"
Already having a clear idea where the conversation was heading, he cut her off, "mom—I just need a little more time." He shifted his head, peeking at her. "I promise." It was a small white-lie.
And she knew it. "Fine, but you can't keep doing this."
Scott blew out a short sigh in return. His mother was right, he couldn't keep hiding from the world, sometime—possible soon—he would have to face reality; Scott just hoped he'd be able to handle it.
Probably not, he thought to himself as a wave of grief struck him. Just as his mother began to dive into one of her many speeches, Scott's phone had began to vibrate.
Beep, beep!
It was another message, most likely Stiles calling him. On one hand he wished to talk to his goofy partner-in-crime which fell in contrast to wanting to rip his head off. Lately he was leaning towards the latter...
"All I'm saying is that I want-" Melissa narrowed her eyes, realizing the blank look in his eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" She said, her voice dripping with disdain. He slowly slid his eyes back to hers making her pause slightly. His eyes were cold, and emotionless dull brown she hadn't seen since—Melissa didn't go far with that thought. She herself was having trouble with the death of Allison. "Look, get dressed, go—go out and talk a walk. You've been in this room for nearly a month, Scott."
"I'm safe in here."
She had to stifle a scoff. "This whole word is dangerous, Scott. Nothing is safe." If she remembered correctly they even got attacked here in this house!
Scott licked his chapped lips, playing with the tips of his fingers. "Chris is gone—and no one has planned a funeral yet," he grumbled softly.
Melissa frowned. "Gone—like in-"
"Gone." Scott rolled onto his back. "He left a few nights after-" he paused, unable to say the words. "He's lost everyone now." Scott looked up at her, a softness now appearing. "Maybe we should do the same. How long is it before we lose each other?" A crazed look appeared in his eyes as he sat up in bed, flinging the covers off him. "Mom, we should leave—protect ourselves before we-"
"Hey, don't say that." She said sternly, stopping him from continuing on with his sentence. She never liked him talking like that, assuming the worst—which in his case was a good thing to do, but someone had to have hope for them, they survived long enough. She entered his room, pausing before sighing. It still freaked her out to be in here—however, Melissa sucked it up, taking a seat besides him on the bed. "We've been through this—many times, Scott. We're not leaving, everything is here—how would we start over? It takes a lot to do that."
It pained him to know that they were going broke. His job wasn't paying as much and with the damages at the hospital things weren't looking so great. His mother was drowning in bills—another things to add to his list.
Scott closed his eyes, no longer in the mood to speak further. Luckily, his mother took notice of his moods and got the message, lightly giving him a motherly kiss on the forehead before standing to her feet and walking out his room.
"I'll be around if you need me." She called out, dragging her hands along his door on her way out.
Frankly, Scott didn't want anyone—the only thing that seemed to be on his mind was running—running until he couldn't feel his legs and wake up with no memory of where he was. A sudden thought occurred to him. He climbed out the bed, ignoring the cool sensation it gave his feet, before striding to his window.
Determined to make himself try and forget, Scott grabbed the strings to the blinds, tugging them and letting the light inside of his room—blinding himself in the process. It had been a long time since he saw the woods. It looked surreal to him, the sunlight made it seem..magical, the trees were blowing, swaying in the wind, it made the wolf inside of him twitch. The sudden urge to jump out his window like old time rushing back to him, leaving him with one choice.
He opened the window, poking his head out. It felt good, not too hot—not too windy, just the right temperature. Scott climbed onto the window pane, carefully holding onto the sides before pushing himself out the two story window. His insides tingled and dropped as he fell downwards, landing with a thud—red eyes, fangs, and hairy features, Scott was wolfed out and ready to numb his pain with the only way he seemed fit: running.
Before Scott even knew it he was deep into the heart of nature. Giant fifty-foot trees towered up into the sky. "What a beautiful sight," He thought to himself as he walked up to the steep cliff side of the mountain. What a natural beauty you could see for miles. The busy bus light town of Beacon Hills. The clear as water blue sky seemed to catch Scott's eyes the most. He couldn't help but stare. The emptiness of the sky was how he felt with Allison in his life now. He cursed himself because he was in that moment that he remembered he had forgot her.
Scott felt his eyes water as he fought against the wind, pushing his legs further as he ran on all fours through the forest. The brown fifty-foot trees pointing towards the sky soothed him somewhat—the smell of pine relaxing his mind. Suddenly, he skidded to a stop, wanting to analyze the scenery. Hastily, he pushed himself off the leafy ground. He head jolted up along with his hands as he blocked the bright sun from his face.
He didn't know how long he had been running, but from the bright clear sky, Scott could tell hadn't been too long. The sun light soaked the area, making it seem peaceful—the tall tree's towered above him, peeking into the perfect puff of clouds in the sky. It was beautiful-
Just like Alison, he thought, once again brooding. He sighed, shaking his head as if it would erase his bitter thoughts.
The sharp sound of snapping twigs broke Scott's trances with the clear day's sky. He corked his head to the side catching a glimpse of a figure.
Scott's body jerked forward as he dug his feet into the ground, running with all he could muster on all fours—his alpha red eyes already glowing.
"Stop!" Scott shouted.]. [He could taste the moist musty smell coming off him. It was the same l Scott smelled when he was around other wolves. He pushed himself further, determined to catch up with this person. "Stop!" He yelled again.
Scott channeled all his energy to catch up with the now clear figure. It was a person, male by the taller stature. Scott pounced with the force of a mighty lion taking down a gazelle. The two tumbling down the dirt hill, Scott gaining the upper hand as he pinned down the boy. His crystal blue eyes locked with Scott's fiery boy struggled his against him, failing. Groaning, he glared at Scott, clearly taken back by the way his eyes widened in terror. "Y-your and alpha.."
"Who the hell are you." Scott clenched his jaw, pushing him down with a stern force. Was he watching him?
The boy below Scott, sighed deeply, his blue eyes fading to glowing yellow—eyes of a beta. Surprised, Scott loosened his grip, giving the werewolf enough time to push him off and scramble to his feet—but Scott was faster and was already crouched into a fighting stance before the yellow-eyed wolf even managed to stand in the right position.
"Look, I don't want to fight." He said earnestly.
Scott's eyebrows furrowed together, listening to the mellow heart-beat coming from the guy. Once he was sure the boy wasn't lying did he stand straighter. It wasn't common to see Omegas here anymore—not after knowing hunters lived in town.
"Who are you?" Scott asked again.
He stuck out his hand, offering a strained smile. "Brett." Before Scott could give out his name, Brett spoke for him. "Let me guess, Scott McCall?"
Scott tucked his hands in his pocket, the scowl returning. "How do you know who I am?" The last thing he needed was some random werewolf knowing everything about his life. Who knows what this kid had planned up his sleeve or what pack he was apart of?
Brett dropped his hands, rolling his eyes. "You're the only other known alpha left in Beacon Hills I've ever heard about," he paused, giving Scott a once over. "I always thought you'd be bigger...and taller." He shrugged before looking back at the short alpha.
Scott didn't laugh, nor did his face leave it's expressionless scowl.
Brett inhaled, clapping his hands together. "Actually, I was coming to find you—I imagined you being taller and nicer , but I'm okay playing ruff when needed," he said, laughing at his own joke.
Scott still didn't laugh—if anything his scowl only deepened. "Find me?" Scott folded his arms across his chest, taking a step forward as raised an eyebrow. "For what exactly?"
"What did you need?" Scott asked nowe out of curiosity. The thought of his ran and Allison seemed to have faded into the back of his mind.
His smile left his face in a hurry. "My packs is dead and you're my only hope."
Scott was speechless, unable to form a reply. The all too familiar pain and longing in for all he's suffered.
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