{Latin ^ Meaning... Is this what it feels like? } Monday, February 7th 2011 {Day 30}
AU Note 1: Prodigy-Morwen
AU Note: 2 Däer-Greenburg
AU Note 3: Mentioning of the Downworld. Also, possible Shadow Hunter-Grimm Mentioning?
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Stiles, his voice choked with emotion, murmured, "I used to get those after my mother passed away," as he wiped a solitary tear from his eye.
Morwen nodded empathetically and replied, "It's never easy, is it?" with a subtle head nod.
Scott nodded in agreement, his expression filled with a mixture of pain and understanding. "When I looked at her, it felt like someone had struck me in the ribs with a hammer," he admitted softly.
As they stepped away from the wall, Morwen couldn't help but let out a gentle chuckle. They knelt beside Scott, their voice laced with a hint of wistfulness. "Ah, yes, that's what they call heartbreak," they remarked.
Stiles couldn't suppress a small chuckle either. "There must be like two billion songs written about it."
With a playful gesture, Morwen playfully ruffled Scott's hair and commented, "Probably even more, who knows, right?"
With the assistance of his twin, Scott struggled to his feet. He reached for a towel from the clean bin and began wiping himself off. "You're probably right, but I can't seem to stop thinking about her."
Stiles tossed Scott's shirt aside, his voice gentle as he spoke. "Well, consider this... her dad happens to be a werewolf hunter."
Morwen simply shrugged, their hand absentmindedly rubbing their upper right arm. "You being a werewolf, it was bound to become an issue at some point."
Stiles raised an eyebrow and gave them a knowing look. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he replied, "Okay, that wasn't particularly helpful. But yes, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."
Scott shook his head, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and confusion. "It was more than that. It felt like I could sense everyone's emotions in there like I was drowning in them."
A sudden wave of nausea hit Morwen, causing their knees to buckle slightly. "It must be the full moon. What else could explain it?"
Stiles, noticing Morwen's discomfort, moved to comfort them, but they shook their head, silently mouthing that they were fine. "I don't know, but here's what we'll do... Later, as we planned, we'll make sure to lock you in your room. That way, you'll be safe from any unwanted influences."
Morwen's vision blurred as waves of nausea continued to assail them. The flickering lights seemed to pulsate, intensifying their disorientation. They turned to face Stiles, their legs growing weak and a searing heat spreading throughout their body. With great effort, they managed to speak through the discomfort. "That way... In this manner, the Alpha-"
Stiles interrupted with unwavering assurance. "Whoever your boss is, they won't be able to get to you either. We'll make sure of it."
Scott, growing increasingly frustrated, scoffed at the mention. "He's not the Alpha."
Morwen fought to regain control over their body, taking a deep breath and allowing their claws to extend, piercing their palm. They hoped the pain would serve as a distraction and initiate the healing process. Offering a hesitant smile, they spoke. "And besides, I think we need to do more than just lock me in my room."
