This Might Hurt

Chapter Three: Unleashed

HEY FELLOW WOLFIES!

five days.

Once again, I apoligize for my punctuality.

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Scott's POV

Dr. Deaton and I were almost done with the day, only having to give a shot to a small dog named Bullet. I looked at the owner as I got ready to hold Bullet down, but Bullet just laid down right in front of me, showing his belly, and everyone knew, this was a symbol for submission.

"Huh, looks like he knows who the Alpha is." the owner, a boy not much older than me chuckled. I just stared at him, because I didn't know what to think; and Deaton tensing up wasn't helping. I shook my head, and held Bullet firmly in place. The owner explained why his small dog was named Bullet, (He came from a military family and every dog has gun-related names) as if to calm his nerves. I couldn't help but smile to myself seeing the owner fidget uncomfortably and tap his foot. Deaton noticed this and smiled.

"You know, it's often the owners that feel more pain than the dogs." The owner smiled at this, and relaxed. Not even a minute later, we were done, and the owner felt relieved to go home as he picked up the dog.

"Thank you, Doctor." Owner grinned, petting Bullet.

"No problem. I'll call you once we find out why Bullet here wasn't feeling well." The owner nodded, waving goodbye as he exited the clinic.

"Okay, Scott, our work here is almost done. I just need you to examine this feces sample to see if you can find anything." Deaton said as he placed a small tray in front of me. I nodded, trying to ignore the smell as I put on gloves. I grabbed the water and the tool where they pick up stuff (Deaton would be mad since I have no idea what it was called) and began searching. It didn't take long to find this pale looking berry. I rinsed it off, and called over Deaton.

"Do you know what it is?" I asked, looking at the berry.

"Yes, it's poisonous for dogs. As well as you."

"Wolfsbane?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. Deaton shook his head.

"Mistletoe."

I was about to ask Deaton more about this, but I could hear barking outside, so I looked over at Deaton who just nodded. I went outside, and the barking was becoming more urgent. I followed the sound to the side of the clinic. It was dark, but I could make out the tiny figure a few feet in front of me.

"Bullet?" I called out, and before I knew it, the small dog came up to me and scratched at my leg. I was confused, where was the guy?

"Hello? I have Bullet. Hello?" There was no response. I looked over at his car. It was still running and the car door was wide open. But the owner, there was no sign of him.

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Luna's POV

"Get up." a rough voice tells me. I shift my sleeping position, cuddling into the mattress and clutching the gray comforter. I mumbled words that I didn't even understand.

"Luna, come on." I could now tell the voice was Derek. He started to pull the blanket off of me, but I tried yanking them back.

"Fuck off, Hale." I grumbled.

"That's it." I thought he would leave, but no, the opposite actually. The blanket was torn away from me, and I was yanked off the bed. I was on alert immediately.

"Derek, put me down!" I yelled out, wriggling in his arms. He was taking me to what I was guessing was the bathroom.

"What are you doing? Let me sleep!" I protested. Derek ignored me and just held me tighter until we reached the bathroom door.