𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ~ 𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘙𝘈

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕

*Kira's pov*

*in text*

stoner li🫶🏼- he never stops talking

me- why did he call the meeting again

stoner li🫶🏼- malia got kidnapped by her mom😭

stoner li🫶🏼- remember?🤨

me- well no duh but i thought we moved on from this😭

*out of text*

"Off the phones."

I hear Liam sigh.

Scott walks up behind him and smacks the back of his head.

"If you want to keep the phones," he leans closer to Liam and me.

"Put them away."

Even though it was an empty threat and he'd been pacing and was nervous to the point that he started punishing us like schoolchildren.

Malia and Theo still leaned over and grabbed the phones from our hands.

Scott backed up and continued to blab on.

He was pacing and biting on his thumb.

But I didn't have time to ask him what was going on.

All I could think about was Malia.

And at this moment I wished I wasn't in a room full of werewolves.

So I could lean over and spill my guts to my best friend.

About how she woke up.

About how she locked herself in the bathroom.

How she sounded so surprised when I asked her how she was feeling.

But I had to wait.

Not something I was good at.

All the words wanted to spill out.

I wanted to know what she's hiding from me.

I want to know why Aiden had his hand wrapped tightly in hers.

Why Theo looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin?

Why the three of them all looked so scared?

Like there was this big secret that they were hiding.

That they could only ever cry in front of the other two.

That it wasn't safe to talk about their feelings with anyone but each other.

Like they all shared this one traumatic experience.

Or multiple traumatic experiences.

Aiden's eyes were cloudy.

Lydia was sitting next to him.

Her hand laced his in his free hand.

Maybe I had missed a lot.

But Malia waking up the way she did and then the conversation in the bathroom.

So many things felt wrong.

I wanted just to grab her face and explain that she was going to be ok.

That we would be ok.

But I don't really know if that's true.

And the way her friends look at her makes me doubt it.

The way Liam's fingers ghost over my hand.

I can tell that he wants to say something.