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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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓
That night, at the police station, Stiles had gotten all feeling back just before our fathers woke up. I didn't say a word, I just jumped into his arms.
It took everything in me to hold back my tears, hugging my dad right after, holding onto him like he was about to disappear.
My dad drove the truck home, with me in the passenger seat. We didn't dare say a word, not until we got home.
He asked me what happened to my head, to which I told him the truth. I didn't want him to worry, but I wasn't planning on lying any more than I already had to.
It's now been almost a week since then, and I haven't talked to Scott or even Lydia. Stiles and I would sometimes send each other texts, checking up on one another.
I understand why Scott hasn't talked to me or Stiles much these past few days, his own mother can't even look at him.
I went to school the first few days after that night, but I didn't go yesterday, or today.
I walk to my bathroom and look in the mirror, lifting up my oversized t-shirt and looking at my claw marks.
I run my fingers across it, thinking to myself how ugly the scar is going to be.
Staring in the mirror, I take notice of my eyebags and chapped lips. Deciding I should probably get in the shower. I turn the water on as hot as I can, hoping to feel something.
I haven't smiled or cried in a while. I feel the water burning my skin as I wash my hair and body.
Stepping out of the tub, I throw on a black tank top and baggy jeans. I do yearly checkups for Milo, and today was one of those days.
Heading upstairs I notice that my dad was gone, but the truck was here thankfully.
I make sure to grab Milo's fabric crate and set it by the door, slipping on my shoes and putting on my dad's brown jacket.
I walk over to his cat tree and grab him off from it, allowing him to stretch before I put him in the crate, zipping it up and heading out the door.
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I step inside the animal clinic, the bell chiming, to let Deaton know I was here.
I walk into the room and see Scott here as well, giving him a weak smile.
"Ah, Margaret, it's good to see you. You too little guy." Deaton says as he pets Milo, after I let him climb onto the metal table.
