Stiles
My head pounded, and the wailing coming from an unknown source wasn't helping. "Scott! Don't hold her like that!"
"How am I supposed to hold her?"
"Why won't she just stop?!"
"Be quiet!"
I opened my eyes and let out a deep breath as I saw the pack. They all looked annoyed, worried and tired. Scott, who was slightly rocking back and forth on his heels, held baby Thalia. I chuckled and shook my head, making everyone's eyes snap towards me. "What happened and give me her," I told them. Scott happily obliged and put Thalia in my arms. I smiled and looked down at her. Less than a minute later she had stopped crying and was playing with my hand. She really liked doing that.
"It wasn't anything big. Your tattoo, the tribal one, just healed. Like Scotts did. But since it was there before you were a werewolf it took a while to heal," Lucas explained. I nodded.
"Can I have some alone time with Thalia please? I'm just tired and I'm sure she is too." The pack nodded and began to shuffle out of the room. Once Derek had left I looked down at my baby. Her eyes were a deep crystal blue, and her skin was pale. No doubt she would have blonde hair. She started to whine again, making me laugh. I laid back down and Derek and I's bed and laid her next to me. "She was sittin' cross legged on the hood of her ford, filin' down her nails with an emery bored. Talkin' to her friends about people they knew, and all the things that young girls do." I softly sang the lullaby my own mom sang to me. I didn't even hit the chorus and Thalia was already asleep. I smiled, closed my eyes, and kept on singing, pretending like I didn't notice the pack all climbing onto the bed. The fight was tomorrow, and all of us were scared. Lydia and I were gonna stay here with Allison and Thalia while the rest of the pack went and fought.
