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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

Last night, I waited for over an hour for Scott to show up and help me believe that I would be okay, but he never did.

Stiles told me that when he got off the phone with him, he said he was too busy to come to Derek's. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt however, and I waited.

I thought to myself that if Scott knew I needed him, he would show, no matter what. But I guess I was wrong, I was thinking too highly of him.

I know he has a lot going on, he always does, and I can't imagine how stressed he is every day.

Deep down, I knew that if I just let Stiles tell him what happened, he would come. But I made him promise not to tell Scott, same thing with Isaac. I didn't have to worry about Derek, considering he's been M.I.A. for two days now.

The lunar eclipse was in ten days, and I really hope either Scott or Isaac, or even Stiles was there to help me. I wasn't sure what the eclipse did to Werewolves, I just assumed it was like the full moon, but stronger.

At first, I was thinking that maybe I'd just die instead of turning, so Stiles made me stay the night at his house, so he could keep a close eye on me.

I can't tell if I was happy or upset about the fact that I woke up the next morning, and the bite was gone.

It was Sunday now, and I tried messaging Scott, I figured today would be a good day to tell him. But he informed me that he was busy with Allison. They went to visit Gerard, to hear about Derek's past.

I scoffed, throwing my phone back on my bed, I already knew Stiles was busy at Derek's. To make matters even worse, my father was at work. I wasn't sure what Isaac was up to, he wasn't answering my calls.

I needed to do something...I had to get my mind off of the fact that I'm now a fucking Werewolf.

I laid in my bed for what felt like hours, just staring at the ceiling. I jump up as I hear a car drive by, but it feels like it's coming from right next to me.

I rub my forehead and groan; I'm already not enjoying this.

My dad took the truck to work today, so I decided just to head to the coffee shop, it was within walking distance, which I was thankful for.

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The whole walk there, all I could think about was how damn frustrated I was. At myself, at Scott, at Derek for leaving, I was just seething with anger.

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