I sat in Dereks loft. My parents had taken me home after most of the wounds cleared. I sigh and sit curled up on the couch. All I remember from this place was fighting, huge fighting then my mind just went blank. I squeeze my eyes shut in despair and I let out a strangled cry coming from my throat. I grind my teeth together as the loft door swings open. It was Scott and Max, I sigh softly at the men and stand up slowly and hold out my hands, Max chokes back tears and envelopes me first and squeezes like I would disappear if he let go. I tap his shoulder.
"Can't. Breath" I say lightly my face turning red. He pulls away quickly.
"Sorry" He pulls away quickly and looks down, Scott goes next and lifts me slightly off my feet. I hug back, able to move my arms this time. I sigh and he puts me down. I sit back on the couch. I curl up in a ball and Max sits next to me and then Scott on the other side. I lay down and put my feet on Scott's lap and my head in Max's
"Mads. If you want us to leave we can. You seem a little distant." Max rubs my arm and I chew at my chapped lips.
"No. I am fine. Just pretty damn hungry." I admit and Max lets out a soft laugh
"Just like always" He snorts and I glare at him.
"Says the bowling ball!" I laugh and so does Scott as a horrified look crosses Max's face.
"You little-" He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath... "You know what? Nope. Not going to let that get to me" He says and I laugh softly.
"Thank you two for coming over, Scott, Go get the granola bar from your car. I can smell it from here." I say and lift my feet, he raises an eyebrow and stands up, starting to leave. As soon as I can hear that he is out of earshot I scramble to sit up. Max makes a confused face and I get up running to the room I am staying in then running back. I hand Max a small sheet of paper before sitting back down.
"Wh-what is it?" He asks cautiously.
"Don't open it here." I smile softly and my stomach grumbles. "Sorry. I really am very hungry" I chuckle and lay back on his lap as Scott walks in and tosses me the granola bar. I catch it in between my teeth. I move my hands up and tear it open before starting to shove it into my mouth, I let out a moan. It was the first good food I have had in weeks. I chomp it down before burping.
"I am still hungry" I mutter before standing "And all Derek has is expired cans" I sigh softly to myself. I would have thought my mother would have restocked the place. I chew at my raw lip, not noticing it starting to bleed till the sharp metallic taste spreads in my mouth. I bring a finger to my lip and touch it softly before looking at my red stained fingers. I purse my lips and look over at Scott who was still talking to Max like nothing. He must not have his senses on, I am glad I don't want him to smell the blood. I sigh and grab a beer from the fridge. I pop off the cap with very little effort and guzzle the beer down my throat. Scott walks over and takes it from me "Hey, Douche I was drinking that!" He shakes his head no and I snarl, why was I getting so angry I couldn't understand. He frowns.
"Hey Maddie. Calm down" He says softly, putting the beer on the table. My eyes shift from purple back to my greenblue mesh of eyes. I had no clue that my eyes changed colors and blood dripped to the floor from my palms, my claws had dug into my hands. I release them and sigh.
"I'm sorry Scott" I mutter and look down and he forces a smile.
"It's okay Maddie. How about we just go back to the couch and you catch some needed sleep" He hums and I nod and he walks me over to the couch.
Stiles.
I sat with Lydia in my bedroom, on my bed. I had my head in her lap as she played with my hair.
"She seemed so distant. Maybe she hates me for doing this to her. Maybe she came to her senses out there and found out how little I could protect her" I mumble and Lydia yanks on my brown locks, my face contorts in pain "Ow! What the hell?" She shrugs.
"Stop talking like an idiot maybe" She hums and bites at her lip. I look up at her, sighing softly. She reaches down and strokes my hair. I shut my eyes.
"But what if it isn't idiotic. She dodged a kiss. I am so confused. Why am I not spending time with her?" I sigh again, chewing on my lip. She shakes her head.
"Stiles, what she went through was traumatic. Give her time." Lydia hears a faint roar and looks around confused. When she sees I don't do anything she stops, thinking it was strange. I heard no noise. I just continued to complain and rant. Lydia just listens, trying to ignore the faint roar which continues again and again. It finally clicks. Someone is going to die. A werewolf or something similar. She screams, it was bloodcurdling. The lights above us shatter. It was one of the loudest most ear piercing screams ever