"if i
show my
fangs will
you tell
me that
they're cool?"
what is grief, if not love persevering
[book 2 in the Lilac Collins series]
[teen wolf seasons 3a, 3b & 4]
[slow burn🔥 - best friends to lovers ]
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'Now that you win cockblock of the year, what do you want?'
The house was desolate, almost as if nobody had lived here in at least a decade. The wood that littered the building was decayed and the garden that was once filled by children's laughter was empty. Henry Tate, a man who received more pain than any human should. He lost everything, his wife, his children and part of himself the day that crash happened and now he was alone.
Each day he spent the same, staring at the same four walls or watching some stupid hunting tv show. He never got visitors and he liked that, the house was enclosed so that not many people came by but it was peaceful. The quiet allowed him to think, maybe a little too much sometimes as he listened to the trees whistle through the breeze and the birds chirp as they flew from branch to branch.
Which is why, when a knock came at his door he was more than startled. He had no friends, no family so there was nobody who would be at his front doorstep and then it opened to reveal a man who delivered him the dreadful news that day. Sheriff Stilinski. The law enforcer walked into the house, with much reluctance on the mans side but they did.
We snuck around the back of the house where Malias bedroom was and we opened the door that creaked far too loudly but it seemed as if nobody had heard it and me and the boys stepped into the girls bedroom. It was what you would expect from a little girl, teddy bears laid out on the bed, princess dresses laid onto the floor and it looked as if it was the same way since the girl had died.
I felt a tear fall from my eye, there was a word for somebody who lost their parents, an orphan and there was a word for somebody who lost their spouse, a widow but there isn't a name for somebody who loses their child. I felt remorse and overwhelming grief for the man as I wiped my wet eyes before either of the boys saw.
Scott began to walk around the room, the floorboards creaking slightly under his weight but not loud enough to draw attention as he began to sniff items trying to find a scent.
"Anything?" Stiles asked the boy as he brought a teddy bear to his nose and inhaled. I didn't even have to move, the scent had hit me the second I had walked into the room, dog and it wasn't Scott. It overpowered any other scent that was here.
"All I'm getting is some animal smell." Scott replied with a sigh, he wanted to help but this wasn't looking good.
"What kind of animal?" Asked my boyfriend
"A dog." I told them as they turned to see what I saw, there in the doorway was a dog, a rather large one at that.
"Hi puppy." Stiles said in a voice you Wallis talk to a baby as he shoved the toy he was holding under his jacket. "Get rid of it."
"Me?" Asked the alpha and I laughed at his stupidness before slapping a hand over my mouth at the noise.
"Yes you glow your eyes at it or something, be the alpha." The spastic boy whisper yelled as the dog stayed still staring and I bent down to eye level with it.
