6
It's been nearly a week since Derek left Beacon Hills with his sister. I heard that omegas don't do well on their own. I try to not let it bother me, but I can't help be anxious sometimes, especially when I think about what could be coming after Allison, Stiles, and Scott powered up the Nemeton.
I couldn't sleep so I just wandered around. That's when they surrounded me. I was too nervous to tell what these six people were. I don't think they were hunters. I'm pretty sure they were something supernatural, but I couldn't tell.
One of them called me an omega.
"Leave him alone," someone said.
It was Scott.
"He might be an omega, but he's under my protection."
"Who are you?"
"I'm the true alpha. As far as I'm concerned, he's a part of my pack." Scott's eyes shone bright red.
They stepped back.
"The rumor's true," I heard one of them whisper.
They all just took off, no looking back. I think I heard one of them apologizing, but don't know to whom.
"Come on," Scott said, ushering me away. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
Derek's gone. Erica is dead. Boyd is dead. My dad is dead. Despite all this, I think I'll be okay. Scott's here with me. I'm going to be okay, at least until Scott finds out how I feel about Allison.