Appetite for Destruction

Red Sky At Morning

"I'm going to be up and walking in no time, you worry too much."

I rolled my eyes. Boyd was lying on the couch in the loft, bandages wrapped around his middle where Derek's claws had impaled him. I leaned closer to inspect the bandages where the red had soaked through, still not quite healed. "Yeah, well... don't do it again." 

Boyd snorted. "Yeah, because letting Derek stab me was totally part of the plan."

"Might as well have been, the way our plans always work out." I handed him a glass of water. Boyd snorted and we passed several silent moments simply sharing each others space. "I was scared." I admitted quietly. "Were you?"

Boyd met my eyes. "I'm still scared."

"Of what?"

"Of everything. The Alphas are gonna come back, the Darach's still out there, and our plans keep going to shit." I thought about telling him just how much all those things terrified me, but didn't. "How's Derek's girlfriend?"

Boyd laughed at the disgust that came over my face. "She almost cost us everything." I said, the words bitter. "If she hadn't -"

I cut myself off. It wasn't fair, what I was saying, not at all. It wasn't Jennifer's fault the Alphas found out about her relationship with Derek, but it still made me angry thinking about what could have happened just because she got involved. I took a deep breath, relishing the fresh air the open window provided. "What are you going to do now I'm gone?" Boyd asked, and it was the tone of his voice that made me frown.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Nothing." He said, looking away from me. He looked... sad.

"...Alright."

We spent the rest of the day with little to no conversation. It was peaceful. 

Boyd continued to recuperate with no issues, and we had to figure out where to go from there. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of death and hope and everything in between. A race to keep ourselves alive, to somehow survive this.

Days went by, plans were made, each day more tense than the last. "What are you going to do now I'm gone?" Boyd asked one day, the two of us standing at the desk in the loft looking over half-made plans and nonsense writing, and he didn't elaborate when I asked.

It was Peter who came up with the plan and, unsurprisingly, it was brutal. We didn't let Scott in on it because he'd try to stop us but in the end we didn't need him. It was all too easy to lure the Alphas into the vault where they'd imprisoned Boyd and I, and once they were trapped in the circle of Mountain Ash we let Chris and his Hunters do their job.

Over the gunfire and dying roars of the Alpha Pack Boyd caught my eye, mouthing "What are you doing to do -"

With the Alpha Pack dealt with we still had the Darach problem. We caught the dark druid in the middle of sacrificing the first guardian and it was Derek who did the deed with his own claws. The threat was over, Beacon Hills was safe, and we'd survived against all odds.

Things settled down after that. When the school year ended we took a trip to the beach, having to drag Derek along with the threat of violence if he didn't come, and I lay on the sand watching my pack. Derek was buying everyone ice cream and Scott and Isaac were wrestling in the water with Stiles as their referee, but Boyd remained at my side.

"I didn't think we'd do it." I admitted, watching the two Betas turn on Stiles, trying to dunk him in the water, their laughter drifting over to us in the breeze. "Actually, I didn't think we'd do it with the help of Peter. Who the hell saw that coming?"