Take A Bow (Teen Wolf)

01. Your Mission

My social existence is a love-hate relationship. Sure, I'm not nerdy enough to be bullied or pretty enough to be a threat but there are a lot of black holes in between that seem to pull me down on a regular basis.

To put into perspective, Shiloh and I have been in Beacon Hills for three solid weeks now. One would think we would have made at least one new friend between the two of us, and whoever was ignorant enough to think that would be readily proved wrong.

Now in contrast to my virtual invisibility and plainness, Shiloh is an exotic desert flower and boy did she know how to flaunt it when she wanted to. Sometimes I severely doubt her sanity for sinking to the likes of me, then I remember she has little sanity to begin with so it's best not to test it.

The point being, Shiloh could totally be a popular chick without my shadow of a presence weighing her down, if she had an ounce of enthusiasm for anything outside of her weapons collection and expensive taste for a penniless girl.

It's ironic, calling her the broke one when we are both technically sleeping in a foreclosed house a few blocks from school and sneaking in early to use the locker room showers, an experience I would not recommend. Now before the pity party starts, let me just say Shiloh followed me by choice and that my lack of living situation was mostly my own decision. Given my options of hijacking an innocent family or making do without plumbing or electricity, I took the weaklings road.

Better a weakling than a monster. I muttered inside my mind before fixing my gaze once more on the worn textbook page in front of me. I scrawl some more notes inside my notebook as I block out the difficulties of being a social outcast long enough to read about the Civil War.

I exhale heavily, my head beginning to throb from the constant noises being thrown my way. The tapping of a pencil, the ticking clock on the wall, the click of heels in the hallway, the loud slurping of coffee as my teacher tried to nurse off a hangover and make it through five more classes. You and me both, I internally grumble and wince as the girl next to me popped her gum for the eight time in the past ten minutes. Classy.

Finally after a few more elongated moments the bell rings and I am hurriedly packing my bag when a scent is blown in through the now open door that causes the hairs along my neck to rise. "What do you need now, jerk?" I snapped, not bothering to look over my shoulder or lower my tone as my teacher had bolted from the room almost faster than the students.

A sudden grip on my arm and the sharp sting of claws biting into my wrist cut the next insult from my lips. "We shouldn't have to have this reminder as frequently as we do, Blake." The low threat hung in his words as he drew back and I pressed my thumb over my wrist knowing it would close in a few moments.

My scowl remained as I waited for his proclamation. Instead I was greeted with a shiver rippling down my spine as the familiar whirring and heavy thump of boots on cheap linoleum met my eardrums and I glanced to the doorway.

In a whirl of leather and crude masks, they moved stealthily into the classroom, all but invisible to the surrounding student population as their optics found mine and held my gaze. I could never go as far as to save the Doctors were family or even remotely friends of mine, but they were nearly all I had known for the past six years so that had to count for something.

"Stop squabbling." The hissing clacks were a near discernable language I had caught onto quickly and know understood as easily as a middle finger. "Blake." At being directly addressed I blinked and stared at it's chest, waiting for it to continue. "You will be joining Theo in entering the pack, however your role will differ for obvious purposes." I felt my jaw clench tighter, fighting the urge to cringe away as the speaker leaned closer and lowered it's frequency slightly.