His Girl ► Teen Wolf / Brett Talbot

Chapter 11. - Rescuing Her

Brett's P.O.V.

My heart skipped a beat. Her question took me off guard. Her eyes held something I couldn't quite describe; she wanted me to answer her question, but I'm sure she already knew my answer.

"I... Umm... Maybe, just maybe, I've been holding in the urges, and I couldn't take it any longer?" My reply wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either. Could this girl make me any more nervous? She's changed my thinking; all I can think of is her.

"I don't know... Did you?" Her confidence was boosted, I could tell. But not getting cocky. Believe me when I informed you that I didn't know what was happening. This not-so-typical situation had turned a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, and I didn't know what it would end in.

"Then why didn't you pull away?" I asked, whipping the smirk from her face. She blushed a beautiful peachy colour, quickly bending down her face. Elle's hair acted as a shield or more like a curtain that prevented me from being her goddess-like face.

"Maybe, because... I-I decided that I wouldn't fight against it anymore," she admitted, slowly raising her head, previously glancing through her eyelashes, watching my reaction to her words.

But I didn't understand what she said, much to my dismay.

"What were you fighting against, Danielle?" I asked curiously, with hope laced in my voice. Could there be a chance? Or was she pitting me?

"I was fighting the need to kiss you..." Danielle said slowly, her voice above a whisper, high enough for a werewolf.

Then she took a few steps closer to me; a hidden smile made it self-present for seconds. It was short-lived but changed everything, though. Danielle positioned her body in a way that allowed her to le...

RING

RING

The damn ringtone of the modern device I call phone, placed beside me, interrupted my moment of joy. Yep, all this had happened in real life. Every single event, moment, glance, everything. It had felt surreal at first, but I couldn't focus on that as my phone kept ringing and hurting my enhanced hearing.

I took the device, realising that it was almost noon. Time does fly.

I see it was an unknown I.D., but I answered it anyway. I had this feeling; I couldn't put my finger on it, but I could tell it wasn't good.

"Who's talking?" I spoke sternly. Next, I heard a sigh at the end of the line and some whimpers, which I heard perfectly, and I started hearing even more instinctively, trying to prove whose calls in pain were those. But I think that I already knew, but I didn't want to embrace the truth. Otherwise, I'd be thinking the worst of it.

"Um, Brett? It's Stiles; we've already met. I don't know if you remember me, but I go with Danielle to Beacon Hills High..." The masculine voice responded. I knew the guy. He's the one who 'tried' to prevent my fight with Liam.

"Yeah, what's with her? Is she alright?" I asked with worry laced in my tone. Danielle was supposed to have done her PSAT by now, yet she hadn't called or anything—not even a mind link.

"Um, I've got good news and bad news. Which one should I tell you first?" The Stiles boy doubted before asking.

"The good first, but what does this have to do with Danielle?"

"That's what I'm about to explain. The good news is that Danielle isn't hurt. Not physically, at least. The thing is that something is wrong with her. Something happened during the exams. Another assassin made a strike. Thankfully, we are alive, but every supernatural creature was affected differently. Danielle, couldn't control her eyes, they flashed red one instant and have been that way since then. Now, she's crying and appears to be in some inner pain. We suggested to take her to the hospital, but she said to call you instead." I was broken; she had experienced another attack, and I wasn't there to protect her. What if she had died? I wouldn't have noticed, which would also lead to my own. I need to get there fast before something else happens. I started breathing slowly; she could be about to kick the bucket; what if she was infected with wolfsbane?