Pack Pandemonium

CHAPTER 8

"A panic attack?" Malia asked from behind.
"How do we stop it?" Scott asked Stiles anxiously.
"I... Uh... Try talking to him. Try pulling him out of him..." Stiles answered unsure of what he could do.
Lydia ran up to sit next to Stiles. And studied Luke's movements.
Scott started calling Luke's name to try and bring him out of his panic but it wasn't working.
"Stiles. It's not working do you have any other ideas?" Scott asked, helplessly.
"It's not a normal panic attack. Somehow it's worse, not emotionally but physically" Lydia cut in.
"How do we help him?" Stiles asked.
"Well... How do werewolves trigger healing?" Lydia said, almost regretfully.
Scott looked down at his beta convulsing out of control on the hard floor, regretting what he was about to do.
Isaac held Luke's legs down on the floor, and Malia held him down on the other side.
Scott gripped Luke's arm with both hands and twisted hard until he heard a crack.
Luke inhaled a huge breath, and sat up, the panic attack apparently over. They all jumped back as he sat up but then crowded around him again to see if he was okay.
Luke didn't speak or make any other movements, he only sat up and continued breathing heavily trying to regain it.
Scott placed his hand on Luke's back but he didn't respond. Then Scott placed his hand on Luke's arm and pushed the bone back into place.
Luke placed his other hand on the recently broken arm. But still remained silent.
Most of the pack that were surrounding him, started to move away and give Luke some space. They left the loft and left Scott and Stiles alone with Luke. Whom had still said nothing.
"Luke?" Scott said.

He didn't answer.

Stiles knelt down in front of Luke.

"Luke? Are you okay?"

Luke mumbled something, very quietly so it was hardly audible.

"What? What did you say?" Stiles asked.

"I failed her. It's all my fault. She could have died... I failed her."

"Luke. Trust me it's not your fault." Scott comforted him.

Scott expected him to be angry, but he only sounded more depressed as he said it.

"You don't know everything that happened" he said. "And honestly neither do I"

"Luke. What are you talking about?" Stiles asked.

"I think she was bashed" Luke answered, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

Scott and Stiles looked at each in shock and Luke brought his legs into his chest and sobbed into the fabric of his jeans.

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At school the next day, Scott and the Pack each kept an eye on Luke wherever he went. Checking up on him in every period of the day, and watching from afar during lunchtimes.

During the second lunchtime, Scott noticed Jackson staring at him, sitting directly opposite to Luke.
Scott didn't want to face Jackson again, his previous experiences with him were enough reason to despise and avoid him forever. Even though he had obviously changed, all he could remember was Jackson's sly smile and his mind wandered imagining the things Jackson was planning secretly in his mind.
"Scott. Scott?"
Stiles' voice echoed through the images in his mind of gory bodies and severed...
"Scott!"
Snapping back to reality, Scott looked up to see a worried pair of eyes staring back at him.

"Worried about Jackson?" Stiles asked.

"More than I can say" Isaac put in, looking up from his phone.

"I don't think I can ever trust him" Stiles agreed, which was surprising because they seemed to disagree on everything.
Scott shook his head in frustration.

"I don't think Luke should be anywhere near him" Isaac suggested.

Scott looked back to Luke's table and noticed Jackson's head drop sadly, the expression on his face something Scott hadn't seen before.

He was hurt...

"I think he may of heard us" Scott said.