Rising Moon: Scavenge | Teen Wolf ( 4 )

Conditional Terminal Part One

My pulse pounded in my ears furiously as I raced into the sheriff's station, the only thing I could hear was the 'whoosh, whoosh' of blood sloshing through my veins. I barely recognised the sound of footsteps thundering behind me as Scott, Stiles, Theo and Deaton followed me into the main office area of the station. The scent of blood invaded my senses, sending a fresh wave of panic through me as I immediately changed direction towards the rustic smell. The heels of my boots echoed throughout the near silent building until I froze in the doorway to the sheriff's office with a horrified gasp escaping me when saw what awaited inside.

Strawberry blonde hair splayed across the ground as Lydia's pretty face twisted in a pain filled grimace, her already pale skin drained of colour as she writhed in agony. Bright red blood drenched her lower abdomen, saturating her shirt in the process and her light green eyes locked onto my own dark brown orbs as she whispered weakly, "Sophie..."

The relief in her voice as she spoke name knocked me out of my shocked state and I immediately rushed over to kneel by her side, barely noticing Kira was in the same position next to me. My body was incredibly tense as I tried to gather thoughts, knowing that I had to be at the top of my game if I wanted to help my best friend. My hands were shaking slightly as I gently plied the sticky fabric of her shirt back so that I had a clear view of the wound on her abdomen where I assumed the blood was coming from. A sharp exhale escaped my parted lips as I took in the deep cut across her porcelain skin and I lifted my head to look around, trying to find something that work as a tourniquet.

"Theo! I need your belt. Now!" I ordered sternly in a quivering voice as I held out my hand expectantly and he immediately rushed to my side as he removed his belt in the process. He crouched next to me as I accepted the accessory from him and tied it around Lydia's torso in an effort to stop the bleeding. My breath was coming out in short pants as I pressed down on her side, keeping pressure on the wound. I blinked rapidly as I roughly brushed away a stray tear that had escaped my eye, smearing my cheek with my best friend's blood in the process but I had more important things to worry about.

The sound of heels fast approaching caught my attention momentarily and I lifted my head so fast my neck nearly snapped to see Natalie Martin standing horrified in the doorway with tears in her eyes, one of her hands covering her mouth in dismay as she stared at her daughter. A muffled gasp escaped her lips before she hurry over to kneel on the opposite side of Lydia, capturing her outstretched hand in between both of hers.

"Stiles. Stiles. Stiles, come on." Scott urged gently from the doorway, trying not to break the melancholy atmosphere of the room and my gaze flickered towards the human boy standing frozen where he stood staring at the strawberry blonde with tears in his eyes.

"Stiles, I'm fine. Help Tracy. Find Tracy." Lydia insisted weakly as she attempted to smile reassuring but it came off more like a grimace as tears streamed down her cheeks and he made no move to leave as his eyes flickered to her face. "Go."

It was in that moment that I realised how much Lydia Martin had grown in the last few years, how much she had changed for the better since becoming a banshee. She now wore her skin as though it was armour. We were made of flesh but we must live as though we were iron. She wasn't born brave, she wasn't born strong, but the universe had decided that she would have grit and fire and steel in her blood. She would face trial after trail, be broken and damaged in countless ways, but she was born to fight.

"It's okay. She's all right." I breathed out, more to reassure myself than Stiles as I forced myself to smile slightly when he glanced over at me and I nodded my head marginally in promise that she would be safe with me.

"Come on, Stiles." Scott urged him softly as he placed a hand on his best friends arm, his dark brown eyes understanding the need to protect the ones you cared about. Stiles lingered for a moment longer before allowing my brother to lead him down to the basement of the sheriff's station.