The Weight Of Us → Liam Dunbar

Sour Wolf Has a Vault?

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I turned around in Scott's chair, then continued to spin around, finding enjoyment in it. Stiles gave me a look, and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Shut up!"

He raised his hands in defense. "I never said anything."

"Yeah, but you were about too."

Stiles rolled his eyes.

Just then, Scott walked right back in the room, carrying my suitcase and then putting it in a corner. "Why would you leave this in the middle if the woods?" Scott asked me.

I shrugged. "I couldn't carry it and help you with your beta, could I?"

"Yeah, Scott. You know Mads needed a grand, intense entrance and we can't have that if she has a suitcase next to her. Be realistic." Stiles interjected, sarcastically.

"Okay, before you two start arguing," the alpha said. "I want to know how and why you're here."

I sighed. "First off, don't call my dad just yet. And second of all, you sent him a text saying that Kate is alive. I saw it, and then deleted it, already knowing I would come back to help-"

"Why not just tell him and then the both of you can come?" Stilinski interrupted.

"Because you know he wouldn't let me come."

"Yup." Scott sighed. "Wait, and what about Isaac?"

"Curly top went to a boarding school. He tried to take me with him because I make everything better, but I declined his offer." I braided my hair to the side, getting frustrated with it.

"Okay, Madison, I have to call your father." Scott says, reaching for his phone that was right by me.

Quickly, I grabbed it first, and threw it out the open window. Stiles' eyes widened, and he looked out the window, seeing the phone indeed broken on the concrete.

"Mads!" Scott scowled. "Why would you do that?!"

"I'm trying to prove myself to him, Scotty! These past few months he wouldn't let me do anything! After school I had to come straight back home. I was basically on house arrest! I was lucky enough he left me go on a 'field trip' for a full week!"

"But you know why he's like that!" Scott yelled.

"I know!" I shouted, feeling my eyes burn. "I know." I looked down, playing with my fingers. Mentally, I yelled at myself for wanting to cry. "But I'm trying to give her the life she never got to finish. I'm trying to finish training for her, trying to be like her. He won't let me do that."

Scott seemed to have calmed down. He sat at the edge of his bed. "Madison, I can't let anything happen to you. If you get hurt, I won't he able to forgive myself. I promised her I'd-"

"If I don't do this, I won't be able to forgive myself, Scott."

Scott sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Fine. I won't tell him. Now. And Stiles, please get out the window."

I turn around to see Stilinski indeed halfway out the window, his only body parts inside were his legs and one arm. The other seemed to be reaching down. "I'm trying, to get your phone! Almost got it!"

I roll my eyes. Scott yanks Stiles in, and he falls gently on the bed.

"We need to figure out who killed Demarco."

"Whose that?" I ask in confusion.

As Scott begins to explain to me, his best friend cuts him off. "Can't this wait until tomorrow? I'm tired. Madison's tired-"