Perfect Heterochromia ≫ S. Stilinski [ON HOLD]

II

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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Scotland, still

The downside to time differences is that Stiles would try and call me at times that would be fine for him, but for me it would be 4am and I'd be woken up by a loud obnoxious ringing, like just now.

I groaned and checked the time as I let the phone ring up, eventually putting it on silent so that it would just buzz, but even then - the buzzing was loud. It was 1:54am Stiles. Unlike the first couple times he phoned me, this time I didn't have the urge to pick up instead it was a feeling a guilt because all I was doing was sitting and waiting - watching as I ignored him, again.

Once the ringing stopped and it went to voicemail I just lay in the dark and waited for the voice of the one, the only; Stiles Stilinski, to echo throughout my room. I was staring at the roof when I finally heard it start.

"Oryn, hi. So straight to the point of this whole update call thing - something's attacking people again, but I doubt it's an alpha, we thought it could be Lydia, oh- we found Lydia she's fine by the way..." there was a pause, "She misses you. I miss you, I miss you helping us." I let a shaky breath at the sound of his voice. He sounded tired, like mentally and physically tired which I guess would make sense for him since he was the only human out of a predominantly supernatural centred world.

"Jackson is a massive asshole still, so nothing changed there but now he's a bigger asshole and I'm not sure why. I got caught by coach with two meters worth of long chain and I swear I wanted to melt away on the spot." I bit back a loud snort at his words there, it seemed like something onto Stiles could do and get away with it.

"There's another werewolf by the way, we think der- the alpha is collecting a pack. I'll keep you updated, or you could just call back or pick up to tell me to stop. Your choi-" my heart sank, not just because of what he said but also because I truly did miss him, and the rest of them. It had been a couple days since the last voicemail and as much as I loved getting filled in, these voicemails were just reminding me of what hurt the most, me leaving them but my fear of hurting them while trying to find myself kept me away.

I turned off my phone and rolled over, falling back asleep to my sound of my own thoughts, my overthinking and my worrying - something that wasn't uncommon for me lately; especially since starting training with Analyn.

I had a lesson each day so you can bet I was tired and overwhelmed but also my mind was constantly fixated on my friends, the people that keep me stable but also in pain. The very people I couldn't see right now.

When I woke up the next day, it was training first thing, according to Analyn I was getting better, I was able to control myself for longer and considering that I had to basically restart as a werewolf; it was going better than expected. I wasn't always allowed to shift, most of the time it was all about focusing while staying in control of my body; not allowing my eyes to glow when angry or my teeth to sharpen when I felt the urge to let them.