ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʀꜱ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴ'.
in which the sarcastic and emotional girl falls for the true alpha and everyone realizes it but them.
"i vant to suck your blood."
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
"I told you, we just- we walked in, and saw the Jeep on top of the guy. That's it." Stiles tells his father as him and I sit in the back of the ambulance. I haven't said anything. I'm too busy trying to figure out what the hell that thing was.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Sheriff Stilinski asks Stiles, frowning.
"Nothing, dad. Can we just get out of here, now?" He asks.
"Look, if there's something you guys don't think you can tell me-" Sheriff says, before I interject.
"You think we're lying?"
"No, of course not sweetie. I'm just worried about you kids. If you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they'll come back and make sure you didn't say anything about it-"
Stiles looks over and takes notice of the look on my face.
"We didn't see anything—at all. Can we go now, please?"
Stilinski tells him that we're free to go, but Stiles can't take his Jeep, because they need it for evidence.
I asked him if he wanted me to drive him home.
"No, it's okay, I'm gonna have Scott come get me. I need to tell him about this thing anyways. Drive safe."
I surprise him as I lean in for a hug, holding onto him tightly. "We're gonna be okay."
He nods and waves as I pull out of the shop.
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As soon as I make it home, I can't help the tears that fall, for once, I'm glad my dad isn't home. I don't think I'm strong enough to be a part of this world. I wish I left the police station that day.
Whatever that thing was at Tucker's Garage, I have a feeling it's just getting started. I just learned about werewolves, and I could barely take that, now there's other creatures roaming around? What if it killed me and Stiles today... It was the scariest thing I've ever experienced, and I really hope Stiles is doing okay.
I try not to think about it so much as I make my way to the couch, I don't bother going downstairs. I don't think I'd want to be alone down there right now anyways.
I wrap a throw blanket around myself and lay down. It takes me around an hour to fall asleep, not necessarily because I was scared, but because I couldn't stop thinking about everything.
I wake up to the sound of the door opening, I let out a breath when I see my dad walk in. I run up and hug him, "I missed you."
"Aw, I missed you too sweetie." He says as he rubs my back. "Is everything okay?"
