Teen Wolf Imagines.

Not So Delicate / The Pack

You were probably the feistiest, most fiery member of the McCall pack. This wasn't a self-proclaimed title, either, every one could see it. You had a determination to help people, save people, and fight the bad guys along with the rest of your pack. You were kick ass when you wanted to be, and sometimes when you didn't even mean to be. But apparently, being a bit on the petite side, the tiniest pack member despite being the same age as Liam (who wasn't even that tall), meant that you were to be protected and restrained from your intense desire to fight alongside your friends.
That was why you thought they had a tendency to restrict you from coming on potentially dangerous missions, but of course, they had other reasons for keeping you safe besides the fact that you were a "delicate" human. They just didn't care to share those particular motives.
Which was they were so, so, worried when they walked in on you securing a knife to the sheath strapped to your thigh. You had your miniature cross bow poking out of your boot, your arrows most likely hidden in the inside pockets of your jacket.
"Y/N?" Scott entered the room first, lips pressed in a tight line as he took in your appearance. You smiled at him, then waved to the rest of the pack before returning to your cache of weapons spread across the desk behind you. "What are you doing with your knife sheath? I thought you put that away after you scratched your leg with the actual knife..."
You furrowed your eyebrows, placing a small pistol back in the drawer it had been previously locked in. "Well, I know I said that, but I figure I need to be as prepared as possible if we're going to catch these guys in the act, right?" You smiled again, though you were slightly confused by all the grimaces you received in return. "Why? What's wrong? Change of plans?"
Liam stepped in next, standing slightly in front of Scott. "You aren't coming tonight. It's not safe for you, Y/N. I want - I mean, we want to keep you safe." He blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.
"What do you mean I'm not coming?" You searched the faces of all your friends, trying to find some sign of reassurance that you were in fact going along with them, that you were going to finally have the opportunity to prove that you weren't as delicate as they made you out to be. "Of course I am. Right? Lydia, I'm coming, right?" You were the one she had the closest connection to, the one she was supposed to defend.
But this time, she placed her hand on your shoulder, rubbing a thumb across the scratchy fabric of your sweater. "It's for the best, Y/N. Understand that, okay?"
You shrugged off her hand, ignoring the look of hurt that flashed in her green eyes as you did so. "No, it's not okay!" You exclaimed, your voice raised louder than any one of them had heard before. You were usually sweet, if not a little sarcastic, and you barely ever raised your voice. They could see how upset you were, and with good reason, but this wasn't the right mission for you to good on. It was too dangerous "I am sick of this! I don't know what this is about, or why you all shut me out whenever you have to go on some mission, but it's not fair! This is what I've trained for, I'm supposed to help you guys -"
"I promised your sister I would protect you."
It was like the air was suddenly sucked out of the room, and right out of you. There was some simultaneous agreement that no one was to talk about Allison with you, because you would instantly tear up against your will, and you would have to leave the room. It hasn't even been two years yet, and the wounds were still fresh in your heart.
So upon hearing this from Scott, you almost blew up. "So that is what this is about. You think I'm going to die just like Allison, right? Well, she died trying to save her best friends. That's pretty honorable if you ask me. And if I am going to die, then I'd like to go out just like my sister." Your words hung heavy in the air around you all, your arms folded and your eyes narrowed. Lydia was staring at you as if trying not to cry, Stiles looked pretty hurt as well. Scott actually had a few tears glistening in his eyes, and Liam's hands were shaking a little.
"I'm sorry," you said quietly, running a hand through your hair. "I just - I'm not some delicate little porcelain doll that's going to break if I fall down a few times. I want to make Ally proud, and I can do that if you guys just let me help. Please, I don't want to have you guys come home and tell me that someone else was killed, or hurt, or taken, when I could have been there to do something."
Liam was the first to engulf you in a hug, understandable considering he had been harboring the smallest of crushes ever since you tackled him when you thought he was an intruder in Scott's house. He was followed by Scott shortly afterwards, who could see the same fire blazing in your eyes that was oh so similar to the spark that used to gleam in Allison's one eyes. Stiles hesitantly hugged you as well, a small part of himself still full of guilt and blame over the death of your beloved sister. Lydia wrapped her arms around you securely, tears running silently down her cheeks, knowing for a fact that you were already making Allison proud.

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