Death was painless, simple and quick, watching it was slow and tortures, the ambulance had arrived quickly, she wasn't dead but critical. Scott hadn't gone with her he stayed staring at the blood in the kitchen the solid reminder it was no accident. He hadn't shed a tear, but sat still and silent picturing it happen, and how it may have ended different if he had been there. He couldn't leave he clung to the floor with his fingers, a dead heavy weight. Too still for anything humanly possible. His breaths were slow and steady, his eyes hard and dry ,un-blinking still staring at the blood, the hand print smear across the fridge as she must have fell to the floor. Scott's mind was only clouded by one thought.

He wasn't there.

The police had to pry him away from the house when the time came he had no choice but to go to the hospital. The red and blue lights burned through him like a laser. His eyes remained dry though. The police man had Scott upright walking him slowly to the car, his hands grasped tightly around his shoulders. The street was busy many cars cramped into the width of the road

The air was cold and still, almost peaceful, as if trying to forget what had happened earlier. Scott wanted to change back into a wolf. He wanted to run away into the woods which had welcomed him peacefully. The human world was stone cold, an enigma always having to be solved but never understood. A wolf's world was one of survival and instinct no complication, at one with nature not wanted to change it. Humans made problems; a wolf just had to accept it.

The hospital was shocked, the attack on her came as another tragic case, which seemed less unusual for beacon Hills. The cause once again was unknown, for the attack didn't appear human so they said. Scott didn't want to look but an urge of curiosity forced him too. He felt the guilt sting him with every step; he could have stopped it he thought even though he knew he couldn't. His mother lay there still peaceful, her pale skin unhealthy she could have been dead, she looked dead but the monitor still beeped the only thing to say she was alive. The deep wounds still reeked of so death narrowly escaped. Her hair was neatly tucked behind her, the white hospital clothing made her skin look ghostly, for there was barley any difference between her and the scrubs. With the room so pallor against the many Flowers that lay around her, yellow bold and pretty, brought a warm kind sense to the room. From where those flowers had come from Scott did not know. He felt terrible, as if been stung hard, her son the one who had just abandoned her, not called once, couldn't remember her name the day before, hadn't bothered for flowers, and hadn't had the courage to even face her. Scott just stood there staring at her, he had no words to say, he wanted to tell her he was sorry for leaving but the words lay muddled in the back of his throat. He reached out holding her hand, it was warm, reminding him of summer, the summer he spent alone. He didn't want to be alone.

The worst part of everything was the police; he had stayed at stile's house for real this time, while his house was a crime scene, the police digging up any shred of evidence. But the attacker was good, nothing came up. They treated Scott as a suspect from his disappearance and terrible alibi, of that he'd stayed with his dad whilst being ill of course no-one could confirm it. For the first time in his life though he'd lied straight faced, for he couldn't amount to any emotion. The interviews hadn't stopped much to Scott's anger. Even though he stayed at Stiles dinner was painful his father not speaking to him just a cold suspicious stare, that made everything much colder even Stiles jokes didn't lighten the mood.

School was pitiful, he wasn't ready to return. Before he couldn't wait to shred away from the woods, ready to see Allison, and even do some homework but at night he found himself pleading with that invisible force, maybe God he didn't know, pleading to turn back into a wolf. The school felt empty, a ghost house. Scott stepped slowly into the hall breathing in slowly to regain his courage. He caught sight of Allison. Her hand held over her mouth in state of shock, he heard a gasp. He had to smile the first smile in a while, he couldn't stop himself. He didn't run nor did she but walked towards each other cherishing each step with pride. As they got closer Scott saw the tear streaking down her cheek the slight black smudge at the edge of her eye. He paused and stared into her eye's "Hi" he said. She laughed then kissed him, unexpected but most memorable and he kissed back as if he died and returned to save her. The silence around them returned, a low hum but they stayed frozen smiling into each other's eyes. Scott stoked her chin and suddenly the world of the wolf was one he was happy to leave behind.

"I heard what happened" she stated there was no need for sympathy or any other words, Allison was never fond of saying much but her message came across clear and loud, she was practically screaming it for all Scott knew.

"Yea... I wish I had stopped it"

"There was nothing you could have done, Stiles told me he picked you up from Charlton, you couldn't have known really don't blame yourself!" she said. Her words drifted into nothing as the world droned out around him, he replayed the blood again in his mind, of course he couldn't be blamed and if only everyone else could also see that to. The hunters, the police, the doctors. He needed Derek, thinking perhaps he could be somehow behind everything that had happened, was he a wolf? Maybe that's why he hadn't shown it could make sense but if he was a wolf another dark force was at play, he almost hoped Derek was behind it all. Killing him would be easy. Allison clicked her fingers the world began to move. "What are you thinking?"

"Everything, it's all connected I'm sure" he shook his head "why attack my mum?"

"Maybe they were looking for you"

"Yes but I'd been gone all week surely they would check if I was there first"

"They're naive!" her voice raised, naive, no it couldn't be perhaps they had known he was human planning on waiting for him at the house, thought Scott but then as a wolf he was far more vulnerable, scared of humans in fact! A simple shot-gun would have probably killed him off easily unless he could heal like normal!

"They waited for me and she got in the way!"It fitted "they knew I was human so they must... I don't know but that fits right."

"Yes but why? Why not carry on waiting for you after hurting your mum, why leave and leave her still alive when she gets better she could recall what they did who they were!" that was indeed odd and didn't add up at all, no hunter would attack like that either, no gun a pure struggle. It was obvious they hadn't intended hurting her, if they had she'd be dead. They used a knife which was odd for a werewolf would never do that, a hunter a gun, someone who panicked maybe, was a knife missing? He hadn't considered that. The world hated him thought Scott unless this was all some crazy karma for some past life he didn't think so but it made him wonder. Out of everything not all was bad Allison he had her now and all it took was his mothers attack and him becoming a wolf! It would be worth it when everything was back to normal. Normal a word that never quite fits in anything, if there was such thing as normal Scott knew he wasn't the world of werewolves had never concerned him before when he was young, a myth, or a great horror story. Someone who ever created lycanthropy must have been one the facts were so close but they never wrote about becoming an actual wolf, maybe Scott was sick, love sick, mentally sick and now physically which carried the burden of a tail and four legs.

"So you think they didn't know what they were doing?" said Scott.

"Yea... well think about it, like you said a hunter or werewolf wouldn't leave her alive... they realized what they did and fled, they are probably wetting themselves right now, that doesn't sound like Derek or a trained hunter!"

"Then they would be covered in blood!" he replied "no-one could leave that house clean, you should have seen it!"

"No I don't think I could really see that kind of thing again watching Kate die was traumatizing enough" Although Kate had no respect for werewolves, well she must of at one point; she loved Derek unless it was a good act. Doubting his thoughts Scott crumpled his brow, a thinking face. He hadn't really wanted Kate to die.

"If they didn't know what they were doing and let's go with that they wanted me dead... Do you think they could have killed me, be honest!"

"No" she said. "They obviously had a struggle with your mum I don't think they could take on you considering how they left her!" she sighed turning away towards they window "and they didn't steal anything?"

"Not that I know of! You think burglary was their motive!"

"Well it makes some sense, they begin to steal then she walks in" I don't know how she did it a crooked smile that applauded against his theory she'd never thought they were going after him. The fact that their motif was still unclear took their theories to different levels of confusion; he wanted to know what the police had found out. Turning away from Allison he began to pace back to class. A twist in his gut made him jolt grabbing a stomach as the pain spiralled up his back. He felt his eyes turn yellow then fade back to brown. "Scott, what's wrong"

He stared blankly into space. As if looking into an existence that only he could see. Allison moved forward tugging at his shirt a concerned look came across her when Scott didn't respond. The pain had subsided but Scott knew what happened wouldn't be forgotten. The wolf was still there, just letting Scott know. He abruptly turned to look at her, a pleasing smile across his face. It had never happened. "I'm fine let's go to class" he strolled towards the door the smile quickly fading. Allison waited behind shortly considering his actions; he wasn't telling her something she just knew it.

(i would really apreciate so feedback on my writing on how I can improve the story and writing Ive thought about writing in first person, and i would like some opinons on this, let me know what you think as this would make my job a whole lot easier!XXXXX)