*Cassidy's POV*
I scream until my throat is raw. When I finally take a break to breathe, I look over at Lydia, who is also breathing heavily from screaming as well. The faint rustle of wind in the background of the late night breezes a cool drift towards us. Scott, hearing our screams, comes running up.
"What's going on?" He asks, sort of panting from running so fast. Stiles pulls up in his jeep and gets out, turning of the headlights before he does. I look over at Lydia, breath steady now. She looks at me back, the same stare.
I didn't want to tell them what was happening. I didn't have the heart to, it was too terrifying. Neither did Lydia, so we just sat there, staring at the two boys, pale faced and raw throats burning.
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*Grace's POV*
As I wait outside of the locked school, checking my phone for the time and any responding texts from the pack, I shiver from the breeze. I had texted everyone asking them to meet me here, eleven o' clock sharp. As my teeth chatter, the jacket sticking to my clothes as the cool wind blows it to my body, I wait.
Liam is the first to show up. I knew he would. He tells me Scott and Stiles are dealing with something. Cassidy and Lydia's banshee abilities were kicking in. Paige comes next, mad for waking her up so late at night. She's still in her pajama's. Malia then comes, a angry look on her face. Is she angry at me?
Sometime afterwards, Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Cassidy show up. I stand facing all of them, and the creepy familiarity of me standing in front of them this way when I was void plays like an old film in my head. I shake it away, not letting it bother me right now.
As they all stand in front of me, I cant help but think about how much I miss them. Laughing, smiling, protecting with them. I miss being in the pack. I want to be standing beside them, facing the bad guy. But now, it looks as if I'm the bad guy.
I re-shift my weight, pulling my arms down to my side. I hold my head up high, the breeze nipping my nose and biting at my finger tips. The all stare into me, half mad and half happy. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I clear my voice, looking into each one of their sets of eyes,
"I came here to apologize."
