Eye of the Hurricane ▸ Scott McCall (2)

xxix. DEMONIC NINJAS

xxix. DEMONIC NINJAS

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It took a total of ten minutes for the couple to get to Scott's home from the school, Foster following him inside before shutting the door behind her. She didn't bother to lock it, knowing that it wouldn't do much. They wouldn't truly be protected until Melissa showed up, seeing that their plan involved mountain ash and the two teenagers currently in the building were supernatural. Meaning that they can use to keep things out, but they can't step past it either.

Foster released a shaky breath, her heart hammering in her chest as she awaited nightfall. Since it was nearing winter, the sun was down much sooner than before, meaning that they could have these demonic ninjas upon them by five in the afternoon. 

She glanced toward the clock, releasing a sigh to see that it was currently a mere four thirty. They didn't have much time.

"When's your mom getting here?" Foster questioned, rubbing her palms together shakily as Scott tossed his back to the floor by the kitchen table before turning to face her.

He could hear how fast her heart was racing inside of her rib cage, each thump of it violent and quick. It sounded like it was bound to implode any second.

"She said she'll be home before five," Scott assured, taking a step toward her while Foster bounded the balls of her feet, unable to keep herself calm or still.

The only thing she could think about was the various ways tonight could play out. Each and every one of them ending with either herself or Scott with a black sword lodged in their chests. She didn't get it, what did these creatures want from them? 

Foster couldn't help but have a feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach that this had something to do with her. With the darkness circling around her at all times, Foster knew that these creatures must have been in pursuit of something dark if their beings were made of pure and absolute darkness. She just couldn't help but feel like that thing was her.

Scott was a mere inch away from her, his warm, brown eyes boring into her blue irises as he reached his hands out, wrapping them around hers. 

Her bopping up and down slowly ceased, a shaky breath escaping her lips as her tightened his grip around her trembling hands. 

She stared back at him, wondering how he was always able to be so calm. She had experienced everything - minus the Peter situation - alongside of him. She was there for the Kanima, she experienced Jennifer Blake's wicked plans, and she was a witness to the alpha pack. Yet when demonic ninjas show up, she's sent into hiding.

"They're not after you," Scott assured, his voice low and soft, trying to calm her down. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she sucked in a deep breath, trying to cease her shaking and lower her heart rate. All she needed to do was calm down. 

She shook her head softly, quick to point out, "They were facing me, Scott."

The true alpha released a soft sigh, pulling one of his hands away from hers before using it to brush a stand of her blonde hair back and out of her face. He let it rest there, allowing it to cup her cheek as he spoke.

"And they faced Aiden right before you," Scott countered, dipping his head so that he was at her height. "He made it out okay."

Foster finally opened her eyes again, shooting him a knowing look. "Aiden also didn't have darkness surrounding him."

Scott was at a loss for words, his eyes scanning across her features. He had no idea what this darkness was or why it was there, but Foster as a person was not bad. Maybe whatever was around her was, but nothing would make her bad. All she had done ever since she came to Beacon Hills was help and his friends, become apart of his pack. She strived to protect all of the people she loved and cared about like himself, Isaac, Stiles, her father, Lydia, Derek, Kira and Allison. She even cared about protecting people like Aiden and Ethan even after everything they did.