Howling to the Heart || Isaac Lahey

79.

Despite last night's events, the world still carried on and the tense night turned into a calm morning where the sun shone bright through the window of Neriah's room.

The girl softly groaned, her eyes slowly opening as she blinked a few times, adjusting to the sight around her. Isaac was peacefully asleep beside her, a pillow between them to stop himself from cuddling her during the night and accidentally hurting her. Scott was asleep on the small couch under her window, his neck at an awkward angle with his blanket on the floor. And Stiles...He was nowhere in sight.

Neriah looked down at her body, noticing she was dressed in her emerald green pj set with the wounds on her arms healed, but she could still feel the deep wounds on her stomach healing. They had school today, and she truly didn't want to go, but she would rather be with her friends than home alone all day.

With a soft wince, trying not to wake up the boys, she sat up slowly, a hand placed on her stomach. Seems her stomach was always getting wounded one way or another.

Unknown to the girl, Scott had heard the wince straight away, pulling him out of his sleep to see her carefully move her legs over to the edge of the bed where she sat, taking in deep breaths. He wanted to announce himself, but he was worried she might get scared and hurt herself more, so he decided to pretend he was asleep.

"Fucking hybrids," Neriah muttered to herself with a roll of her eyes.

Isaac stirred beside her, and she cringed, widening her eyes. And then Scott decided to take the opportunity, starting to move around.

Neriah raised a brow at his sleeping state with a faint smile. "I know you're awake," she told him with a small laugh.

Scott opened one eye, wondering how she knew before he sat up properly with a laugh. "How did you know?"

"I've got good hearing," she deadpanned, shaking her head. "Any chance you can help me stand up without waking him up?"

Scott nodded, quickly getting to his feet and rushing over to her. With the vervain still leaving her blood, her hands shook in his, worrying him further.

"Ready?" he quietly asked her, watching uncertainty flicker in her eyes.

Neriah nodded, taking in a deep breath before Scott carefully pulled her up, his face dropping at the painful groan slipping past her lips.

"Should you sit back down? Do I get mom? Maybe I should wake Isaac up," Scott rambled, squeezing her hands tighter.

"I'm okay," she said breathlessly, barely calming his worry. "I just gotta walk it off."

"That is the dumbest idea," he mumbled, slowly letting go of her hands anyway.

Neriah smiled up at him, tilting her head. "That's rich coming from you."

Scott rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to respond but quickly closing it as Isaac suddenly sat up with wide eyes full of concern set on Neriah.

"Are you okay? Do you need something? There's a cup of blood next to your bed and I can go downstairs and get you food or turn the shower on—"

"Isaac," she laughed, facing her boyfriend with a smile. "I'm fine, but if you can get me an outfit then that would be great."

Isaac threw the blanket off himself, rushing to their closet as Scott laughed at his obedient behavior. Even Neriah was amused by it.

"I'm surprised neither of you have asked about what I said last night," Neriah said, limping toward the bedroom door with Scott close behind her, ready to catch her if she fell.