Brett talbot imagines

Bite part two

When you wake up, it takes a few moments for you to remember where you are. The room is not your own, the blankets are unfamiliar, and around you are sounds that, although vaguely normal, are just slightly different enough from your usual morning routine that it shatters your usual sense of morning calm. Then, it all comes back- the late night, the werewolf bite, you calling Brett in a moment of desperation.

You groan, rubbing your forehead as you start to get up. You have a pounding headache from all of the noise- it feels like everything is 20% louder than usual, and it’s already starting to frustrate you. You remember Liam once told you what it was like to turn into a werewolf, how he relied on Scott and Stiles to stop himself from turning in the middle of school. You don’t have any of them now, so what are you supposed to do?

Well, it’s not like you’re alone. There is still one werewolf at Devenford Prep, one werewolf you know well. However, the thought of relying on Brett Talbot, the boy who days before had made it his life goal to bother you as much as possible, to make it through the school day sounds as unappealing as possible. Maybe he was kind to you last night, but you have no doubt that it was just a one time thing, something to get into Scott and Liam’s good graces. You probably won’t be able to rely on it again.

So, you stretch, and begin to walk quietly out of the room. Your feet make no noise against the floors, and your hand is just reaching for the knob of the front door when you hear a voice behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You freeze, silently running through a list of choice words you could call Brett in your head, then turn back around as casually as you can.

“Leaving. I thought it was obvious.”

Brett is leaning against the far wall, looking impeccable despite the early hours of the morning. You almost hate him for it, what with the way you feel.

“Leaving? Aren’t you the one who called me last night, desperate for help?”

It appears that you were right- you’ve barely been awake ten minutes, and Brett is already holding last night against you.

You square your shoulders, and try to fight the twinge in your chest. “Then I suppose it’s best I go before I ruin any more of your nights, right?”

You go to leave again, but Brett walks forward, sighing slightly. “Alright, alright. No need to get angry. I didn’t mean it like that. Point is, for the next few days you’re going to be completely volatile until you figure out how to live like, well, this.”

He flicks out his claws for emphasis.

“All I’m saying is that you might want some help before you try to head back to school like everything’s normal.”

You don’t trust him, the way he’s looking at you. It’s not a look he’s ever given you before, or at least not when you were looking. Right now, he’s looking at you like a friend, like someone who might genuinely care about what happens to you. It’s such a strange look on him that you almost don’t believe it.

Then again, thanks to your new werewolf abilities, you can hear the beat of his heart, and it’s even. If any of this were an act, if he were lying about wanting to help you, you would be able to tell. Seeing as Brett is telling the truth, you can trust him on this. Right?

It’s not like you have any better options, though, so you nod. “Okay. So, when’s the first ‘how not to kill people as a werewolf’ lesson?”

Brett jerks his head towards the door. “Fifteen minutes, when we leave for school.”

You furrow your brow. “I thought you said that I should be careful and not rush into social settings.”

Brett grins. “I said you shouldn’t do it alone. That’s why I’m there.”