Teen Wolf Imagines

He is my anchor.

Scott
"Duck!" Y/n screamed. I did, instantly
regretting it. Y/n took the punch. She was now sprawled on the ground coughing as The Twins beat her up. She wasn't a werewolf like I was. She couldn't heal on her own.

"What do you want from us!" I scream, grabbing their attention. "Scott..." Y/n tries to say but continues coughing. Without saying anything they just disappear. I run over to her. She's dying and I can't help.

"Scott?..." She whispers. "Yeah?..." I say leaning in to hear her more clearly. "Wake up..."
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I wake up panting and sweating as my mum runs into my room. "Scott?" She says sleepily. "Mum she- she took the hit for- for me." My voice cracking. She sits on my bed giving me a hug.

"It was just a dream Scott. Y/n is fine." She assured me. Yeah, and if she isn't I'm gonna hurt something. I thought. She broke the hug and pushed me back into a laying position.

"Go back to sleep Scott. You still have." She says looking at my alarm clock. "Three hours until you need to get up." I nod and close my eyes. "Thanks mum." I say before drifting back to sleep.
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I wake up and rub my eyes. My mum walks into my room. "Wake up S- Oh you're awake." She corrects herself walking out. I grab my phone and text Y/n.
'How you doing?' I type.

I put my phone down and get dressed. Once I get fresh clothes on I look at me phone. No response. Maybe her phone just went flat. I assured myself.
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I get to school and immediately see Stiles and Lydia talking about... Y/n. "Her dad called me. She didn't go home last night." Lydia says. I know this is eavesdropping but I need to know.

"What if-" Stiles starts before setting his eyes on the door with shock. A few seconds later Lydia does the same thing causing me to look over too. My eyes set on a girl. Y/n.

She pulls her hoodie over her head, trying to cover her face. She speed walks over to her locker, grabbing out some books. Stiles, Lydia and I walk over to her.

She turns around and drops her books. "Sorry..." She mumbles picking them up. She stands up and looks at all of us. "What?" "What?! You've been missing! Where were you?!" Stiles yells. "We have to tell your father, and the police." Lydia says calmly. "I knew it was a bad idea to come." Y/n says through clenched teeth.
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Y/N's POV
I got bit. I am in so much pain. I thank my father for taking me to acting lessons as a child. "What? Why?" Scott says putting a hand on my shoulder. I push past Stiles and Lydia and break into a run.

Down the hallways and out the doors. I find myself at the lacrosse field. I hear people running and talking. I don't hear what they're saying but i hear three voices.

Most likely Lydia, Scott and Stiles. My nails are growing into claws as I try to find my anchor. Pack. It isn't working. I scream out and push my claws into my palms.

"What are you doing?!" Stiles yells coming over to me. "Stay... Stay back." I say holding up my clenched, bleeding, fists. "You're-" I cut him off (Stiles) "I'm sorry..." I clench my fists harder, making me scream and show my fangs.

They slowly go away and I fall off the seat and onto the grass. "I'm sorry." I repeat curling into a ball, staring at my bleeding palms. Scott picks me up bridal style and takes me to the nurses office where I bandage up my hands.

"I'm sorry." I finally say after a long silence. "For what?" Scott says. Stiles and Lydia were told to go to class but Scott could stay until I felt okay to go. "I should have just told you. I knew I needed an anchor. I tried to make it the pack but... It didn't work." I say looking at my bandaged hands.

He smiles and kisses my forehead, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. "Where were you last night? You didn't go home." He says after a little while.

"Let's see. I had been bitten by a werewolf and was gonna bleed out until Derek came." I say in a sarcastic tone, sending him a 'really?' look. "Oh." He replies looking at the ground.

I playfully punch his shoulder. He looks up, confused, and I take my chance. I grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. He happily obliges and puts his hands to my cheeks.

I pull away and giggle. "We need to get to class McCall." I wink. He rolls his eyes and we go to class.

He is my anchor.
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