Our Supernatural Adventure

Chapter Thirty-Two: Battlefield

Ares's Pov

A week.

A week has passed since the incident at the Sheriff's station.

So much has happened.

Matt was dead. Good riddance.

Jackson has been acting weirder even though Matt isn't controlling him anymore.

Allison's mom is dead too and, honestly, I'm not sure how to feel about that.

I barely interacted with the woman but whenever I did see her she creeped me out.

However, I do feel bad for Allison since at the end of the day that was her mother and she's gone.

Trust me when I say that it's not easy to lose a parent.

But, lets move on from that.

Scott seems to have it bad now that his mom is aware that werewolves are real and that he's one himself.

For the past week she's been avoiding him, going to work early and locking herself in her room as soon as she gets home.

It breaks Scott's heart because he thinks she's scared of him.

I doubt that.

I honestly think it's because she's trying to process everything that happened.

She's overwhelmed and I don't blame her.

But, there are some good news.

1, Mr. Stilinski got his job back.

2, Em's surgery was a success and she made a good recovery.

Honestly, Em surviving and still being alive is all I cared about.

But, I will say, I'm happy Stiles's dad got his job back and isn't unemployed.

Now Stiles can let go of that guilt he's been carrying since the day he learned his dad was fired.

Stiles, Scott and I were allowed to stay home during the week so we could cool down and try to forget everything.

But once that week was over we had to head back to school.

And that was hard.

Because we had to deal with tons of people staring at us, whispering about us, sending us pity looks.

And we hated it.

But what we hated the most was that we had to take some counselling with Ms. Morrell.

And we had to attend since it was mandatory.

So, once the boys were done it was my turn.

Which is why I was sitting across from Ms. Morrell while fiddling with my fingers.

"How have you been, Ares?" Ms. Morrell asked.

"I've been better" I huffed.

"That's something. I mean, after everything that happened at the station it makes sense that you, your best friend and boyfriend are trying to get over it" Ms. Morrell nodded.

"Key word, trying. But it's hard when that psycho threatened us and would've killed us. Not to mention shooting my sister" I scowled.

That bastard could've killed her.

If he had, I would've killed him with my bare hands.

That would've been so much better than him drowning to death.

"But she survived, she's still alive, she's recovering. That's all that should matter" Ms. Morrell said.

"Yeah, that's all that matters to me. But it's the fact that she could've died. I could've lost my sister that night and would've been left alone" I explained.