Society

Introduction

I am not sure what this book is going to contain, I want it to be about friendship, trust, and a few lil ships here and there. I want this to be a long term thing and I want to keep interest in it. I will update each time even a little spark of motivation enters my mind. Explanation: Yes, this is Teen Wolf related. There's a whole lot of shit I'm going to put into this, drama, death, bisexual this and bisexual that. That's what I'm going for here. It's going to center around mostly Scott focusing on protecting his friends and a lil bit of wondering about his sexuality. Also it won't always be from his point of view. No one is dating each other, for now. So let's start this first chapter off right. A song from a playlist, my dearest friend made for me.

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"The devil ain't on the level same as him
Just someone who rebels in straight masochism"

Footsteps, echoed throughout what seemed to be an endless hallway. Everything slowed down as if it were some James Bond movie and a heavy heart beat echoed throughout his ears. Alive. Anxious. Both feelings combined together as the signal itched upon his ears, the heightened senses were something he had been thankful for. He moved as if his life were on the line, his eyes focused, laced with determination, a shield act of compassion, of care was what it was. The noise became louder and louder with each step he took, each one bringing him closer to satisfaction. He needed to get to where he was headed, the destination clear. The wish came true has he halted, his blood color eyes landing on the strawberry blonde who's eyes held fear and an almost perplexed look.

She was soaked, she hadn't grasped the fact that this was her life now, a long time ago she told herself to accept it. But nothing, absolutely /nothing/, stopped the feeling of coming upon a dead one, another dead one. Her orbs wide like an open door as she took deep breathes. The female spun around, only to be met with a companion, a friend. For a second, silence crept upon the room has they simply stared at each other. They knew something was terribly wrong, to find a dead body in Beacon Hills wasn't new, but it wasn't fantastic either.

All she could hear were the chants in her mind from before.

"Gray as stone. Blue as sky. Black as night. Yellow as sun. White as light. The chosen ones we crucify!"

Tears dripped down her face as she appeared glad, she found the body. She wanted to use who she was for good, accepting it was difficult, but experiencing it was harder. Her eyes met the Alpha and finally, after unspoken behavior but yet tangled thoughts, the female took off towards him.

It looked as if she planned on shoving him to the ground, blaming him for bringing all of them to this sort of thing, dragging them into his problems. It wasn't possible at this point.

Lydia Martin, couldn't possibly hate Scott McCall. He's one of the people she's learned to trust, learned to embarrass as if he were a friend, a friend is what she needed when tragedies seemed to pop up out of no where, when her abilities got the best of her. His eyes laced with care and a warmth that made her feel safe has she collapsed into his grip. He drew back his claws, the sounds of sirens not even snapping them into reality. He rested a hand on her hair, soaked from the rain which shook the hallways of the school and the other on her back. He said not a word as her sobs were louder than anything she could possibly have to say.

"I never expected it to be this difficult before, drawn to every piece of death that happens here. I am supposed to be used to this by now, it's supposed to be an equation and I thought I had solved it! I thought I would be fi—" Lydia Martin, even a warrior had to break had some point. She took deep breathes to calm herself, her head tucked in the alpha's chest.

He shook his head, sometimes regretting that he became a werewolf in the first place. But he remembered the things he had done, the horrible, the beautiful, the reckless and, unplanned. "You don't have to be used to this Lydia. If you can face seeing a dead body twice a week, but manage an A in math class, I know you're capable of doing anything." He whispered, watching as the female pulled away from his grasp, wiping her face.