Fight Till We Die

Weight of Anger

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren't always comfortable, but they're never weakness.

-Brené Brown

Libby's smile was lethal. She'd been waiting for a hunt since arriving in Beacon Hills. It was the predator in her. It was dark, and she was dressed in a pair of leggings and a tank with Derek's old bomber jacket he had in high school. Her old, worn pair of tennis shoes were stamped into the concrete, waiting for a chase. 

With her wolf eyes, she watched her prey move, confused and completely unaware of her sharp teeth mere feet away. Libby prowled around in the dark, never letting her eyes leave him. She needed a chase, and she knew this one could offer it. Plus, she was tired of being angry all the time. 

This could be her outlet.

Scott dropped a milk bottle and cursed as it rolled under a car. He bent low to pick it up when it rolled back. Libby snarled, a true smile on her face as he jumped. Milk spurt from the bottle and he stared only a moment.

Then, he ran.

Libby took off after him, letting her growl echo in the parking lot. Scott had pissed her off one too many times. Surely, a little fear would be good for him. Her feet pounded after him-a little harder than usual-and she could hear his panting breaths and racing heart from there.

Scott darted around a corner and Libby came to a stop, letting Derek draw up next to her. They darted behind cars, prowling the side of the garage as they came closer. Scott's heartbeat was like a rabbit's, racing a mile a minute. Like prey.

Derek and Libby turned the corner when they heard a large number of cars honking. Scott ran from car to car atop the hoods of each vehicle before he hopped off a big SUV and stopped. She could barely hear him trying to calm his heart over the honking of cars. To slow his breaths. He was almost successful, but then his phone started ringing and she pounced. 

Libby grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him high before slamming him hard on the concrete below them, claws puncturing holes in his shirt. Libby roared in his face, and she felt Derek come up behind her.

He leaned over her shoulder, looking Scott in the face.

"You're dead."

Libby lifted off of him with a smile and strode down the incline of the garage, slowly leaving the honking cars behind. Derek's soft tread was following close behind, as well as Scott's heavier one.

"What the hell was that?"

Libby cut in before Derek could speak, "A bit of fun."

"Fun?" He was pissed.

Derek came up next to Libby, surpassing her in speed, "I said I was going to teach you. I didn't say when." Libby raised her brows at the claim-Derek hadn't mentioned anything to her-but didn't refute it. 

Scott huffed, "You scared the crap out of me."

Under her breath, she murmured, "Deserved." Then Derek spoke paused, turned, and sniffed the air.

He shrugged, "Not yet." Libby laughed freely at the childish joke and met Derek's amusement with a smirk. They continued walking, letting Scott follow close behind.

"Well... I was fast right?"

Libby scoffed, "Not nearly fast enough."

He sounded a bit like a whinging kid, and some masochistic part of her liked it, "But the car alarms. That was smart, right?"