Diagnosis / Teen Wolf / Scott Imagine

Chapter 4, Transformation.

After the short drive we arrive at the veterinary clinic. The man I saw last night is standing outside the door, a thick blade in his hand.

Scott jumps out quickly and opens the car door for me, I give him a smile of approval and walk to the man. My hands are tightly holding the baggy material on my sweater, I feel sweat reside over my palms.

"Back so soon?" The man smiles, slipping his blade into his back pocket.

"I'm almost 100 percent sure she is" Scott answers from behind me, he places his hands on my shoulders.

I don't bother to shake him off, his hands are heavy but warm. It's calming to know he's looking after me. Especially since he understands what I'm going through, if I'm even going through anything. That's still to be determine.

The man nods and opens the doors, Stiles follows behind him.

"That's Deaton" Scott removes his hands from my shoulders and moves to stand in front of me "He kinda mentors us on all things supernatural"

"Isn't it easy? Just you and stiles?" I croak, my throat is throbbing "What else would you need to know, apart from that your a wolf thing"

He laughs and walks to the door "It's not just me and Stiles"

I burrow my eyebrows, not just him and Stiles?

I pause before entering the clinic.

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It's exactly as I remembered from the short encounter I had here last. The room is freezing, as if it's never occupied by anyone. Apart from kidnapping sessions I'm guessing.

The room smells strongly of chemicals and dog hair, though I doubt many animals - apart from were wolfs - enter the clinic. Beacon hills is one of the dreariest towns I've ever been in, I can't see towns folks having lots of canine lovers.

Scott enters a small 'operating' room on the right, I follow.

Two other girls are in the room, before I can complain or leave Scott slams the door shut behind me.

I look up at him with a angry frown, which he returns a goofy apologetic smile.

"Who are they?" I yell, I don't bother to look behind me at Scott.

I can already tell he's wincing at my words.

"Cali, meet Lydia and Alison" Stiles scratches the back of his neck.

"Hey" the both say in unison.

I smile quickly, as if I was accepting of these strangers.

Looking around the room I inspect possible escape routes, sadly there's no other doors and windows are out of reach.

The only possible exit plan is through the door Scott's guarding.

I spin around and reach to open the door, Scott immediately reacts and pushes me away.

My hands swoop into my back pocket and snatch the knife I had stored for emergency.

No way in hell was I going to go with strangers unarmed.

"Chill out Cali" Stiles says in a calm voice behind me.

I spin around to face him, only to slice the side of his cheek with my raised knife.

"Cali" Scott growls, he grabs my hands and presses me against the wall.

"Get off me" I scream and try to kick him away, he doesn't flinch.

"CALI" He screams back.

"NO STOP PLEASE STOP-NO I CANT-NO-PLEASE" I scream, scrunching my eyes and covering my face.