Without you

Wolf Moon: 2

Walking through the river I grab Stiles' hand, thanking him quietly as Scott explains. "I don't - I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott rambles filling me in on how his tryouts went, and unusually it went very successful. "And that's not the only weird thing." He continues. "I - I can - hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." The other boy looks confused as to what his friend is trying to say. "Smell things?" He asks.

"Yea Scott what do you mean smell things? Like what?" I wonder, I hope what I think might have happened hasn't happened, I hope this teenage boy hasn't been bitten. "Like the mint - mojito gum in your pocket." The boy points at Stiles, he looks at me stunned when he pulls out the gum he thought he didn't have.

"So you said all this started with a bite? Scott I might be wrong but it sounds like you're just being dramatic." I tell him, there's no werewolves in Beacon Hills anymore, he couldn't of been bit. "What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" The McCall boy stresses walking backwards, the boy walking next me speeds up with a slight smirk on his face.

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this - It's a specific kind of infection." The McCall boy now starts to panic obviously believing his best friend.  "Are you serious?" He looks at Stiles with shock. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called - lycanthropy." I roll my eyes and throw my head downwards shaking my head.

"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott looks at me, as I go to tell him not to worry about it, Stiles continues. "Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." I shake my head with a slight smile, seeing Stiles wiggle his eyebrows at me and then I look at the panic on Scott's face.  "Once a month?" Stiles responds with a hum. "On the night of the full moon." He howls. Scott scoffs and pushes the joking boy.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles laughs. "Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me."

Scott says defeatedly, not wanting to joke around, I approach the boy and place my hand on his shoulder. "I know! You're a werewolf! Rrr! Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."

"Stilinski drop it bro, your not funny."  I glare at the boy, his smile drops. The McCall boy starts to spin around. "No, I - I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." My phone starts ringing.

Mother 🩷

"Hey guys I'll be back in a minute." I apologise and answer the call as I walk away from the boys. "Hello?" I say into my phone. "Hey, Honey. I'm on my flight, we take off in about 15 minutes so I'll be home tomorrow." My mum says. "Okay I'll see you soon then." I tell her excited that I get to see my Mum. "Hang on. While I'm waiting you may as well tell me about your day. What happened with tryouts?" I start to tell my mother about my day.

3rd Person

Meanwhile with the boys. "Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggests shrugging his shoulders. "If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks." Scott says sadly, knowing that the inhaler is too expensive for him to replace. Stiles notices a figure and taps Scott's shoulder in a blind panic. "What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property." The scary older demands for an answer.

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles says but the stranger is too busy looking at the back of a figure in the near distance, catching a familiar scent, his eyebrows furrow. "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but - Uh, forget it." Scott says but as he goes to walk away the man throws an object his way, he catches it easily and opens his palm. It's his inhaler, when he looks back up the stranger is gone.

"Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work." Scott's voice is wavering, maybe fear, maybe confusion. "Dude, that was Derek Hale." Stiles slaps Scott's arm. "You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us." "Remember what?" Scott furrows his eyebrows. "His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago." Stiles reminds his friend. "I wonder what he's doing back." He says subconsciously. Stiles taps Scott's shoulder. "Come on. We can get Georgia and I'll take you to work."

1st Person

"I love you too Mum. See you soon have a safe flight." I hang up the phone call and turn around to go look for the boys but to my delight they're already walking towards me. "Come on Georgia we need to get Scott to work." Stiles says. "Uh- Actually I'm going to walk through the trails to get home. It's quicker and I need to take time to relax after work." I smile. "Are you sure? It's kinda cold today." Scott asks jumping into the jeep. "Positive, I'll see you later?" The two boys nod as they reverse away.

I make my way along the trails, enjoying the walk. My phone pings again.

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Erica Reyessss ;)

Hey Girl we still on for tomorrow?

Of course! Its a start of term tradition.

6?

Sounds perfect!
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I slide my phone back into my pocket, I must be about half way home when I look to my left and see a familiar building. A burnt down building. I wonder what it looks like inside. My curiosity gets the best of me and I decide to make my way over. I take my time up the steps at the front.

I slowly push the door open, making my way into the house my eyes begin to water, I look around sniffling at the difference between the house now and how beautiful used to be. My favourite place on earth destroyed.

I go up the stairs turning right almost automatically to a room I spent almost every day in. The places where the foors should be on hinges completely burned away. I can still remember rushing Derek around telling him he was making me late and him running around shouting at me to shut up the morning of the fire.

I can still see slight blue speckles of the old paint on the walls. I run my fingertips along a semi-burnt chest of drawers, making my way over to the window. I place both of my hands on the windowsill, leaning forward and peering at the woods in front. I look down noticing a piece of paper leaning against the window. A picture. A picture of me, Derek, Cora, Peter, Laura, Talia and my Mother. We are smiling, my mother and Talia next to each other as always, Peter in front of them with Laura cuddling into his side. Cora on the other side and Derek and I smiling as we wrap our arms around each other.

I smile, wipe my tears and set the picture back down, I hear a creak. Confused I stay still listening, I hear another. My heart beats faster and faster until I can feel someone staring at my back.

A nickname I have heard in over 6 years is called and in that moment I can feel my heart stop.

"Georgie?"