My Anchor, My Life

Chapter 4

Scott could feeling his heart hammering against his rib cage as he sped down the street. It had begun to rain, fat droplets of water cascaded down from the sky. The rain felt like bullets raining down against his bare skin. Scott slid around the corner, his tires squealed in protest against the slippery road. The bike jolted beneath him but Scott was having trouble paying attention to anything around him because his wolf was clawing at the surface, trying to break free and it was taking all of Scott's will power to try and push it back down. His claws ripped through his handle bars and his canines lengthened into a sharp point.

The dark, foreboding gates of the cemetery came into view. Scott gripped the brakes on the front handle bars. The wheels screeched violently under the force. The back wheel lifted off the ground for a second before slamming back down. The force jolted Scott forward into the handle bars. He jumped off his bike and landed on shaky legs. His wolf was clawing closer to the surface. It was almost free. Could this honestly get any worse?

Scott stumbled along the footpath, his clawed hands gripped his stomach as if he could push the wolf back in but that was only desperation talking. He jolted forward against the iron fence of the cemetery. Scott leaned forward to rest his head against the cold iron. The rain was pelting down around him, despite the cold and the wind Scott was sweating. He felt as though he was standing outside in the middle of summer dressed in thick snow gear. He was burning from the inside out. He pushed himself up and away from the fence, ready to continue on when a familiar scent wafted past him; Isaac. His wolf growled but the sound didn't come from within this time.

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Isaac shivered as he stood under the heavy downpour. The rain was like ice. He could only imagine what it was like for Stiles, he didn't have the extra body heat like he did, he was still human after all. "I don't want to hear it Isaac," Stiles sighed. He was still crouched before his mothers grave. The bouquet of lily's Stiles had brought her now lay in a crumpled heap in front of her grave. The heavy rain had been relentless against the delicate flowers. "Please Stiles," Isaac begged, "just listen. I know Scott's been a jerk theses last couple of months and I know you don't want to talk to him, but there is a lot of stuff going on and if you would just let me explain you would understand-"
"Isaac, just stop!" Stiles screamed. He stood up abruptly and spun around to face Isaac. He hadn't noticed before but Stiles eyes were red like he had been crying for hours, "I don't care. I'm done. I can't keep following after Scott and expecting different results and you shouldn't either." Stiles rubbed his hands through his wet hair. Isaac can't believe he didn't recognize it before but Stiles was pale and not the kind of pale that comes from too many hours inside and not enough outside, but the kind of pale that's usually associated with sick people, and he was unbearably thin too. His collar bones stuck out from the top of his sweater. It was easy to see where his skin hugged his sharp bones, every dip and every sharp ridge was accentuate beneath his sweater. The heavy rain was causing the sweater to stick to his body like a second layer of skin.

"Then don't go back to him, ignore him for the rest of your lives if you want to, but just...hear me out, please?" Isaac begged. He reached out a tentative hand for Stiles. The other teen sighed before storming passed Isaac towards the road where his blue jeep was parked. Isaac followed after him, he tried to stay a few steps, to give Stiles room to think without feeling trapped.

They had nearly reached the car when a low growl ripped through the cemetery. Stiles turned around and glared at Isaac, "dude, was that your stomach?"
"No," he mumbled, "That was Scott,"
"What?"
Another growl roared from behind Isaac, it was too close for comfort. "Get in the car!" Isaac screamed. He ran to Stiles side and shoved him towards the Jeep, he was careful not to use his full strength encase he accidentally hurt his Anchor. Stiles staggered forward, shocked but he continued to move towards the Jeep.