Transformed (Incomplete)

Wolf Moon, Part VI

Scott flips the sign on the animal clinic door to "CLOSED" and I sweep up the animal hair in the examination room. My brother disappears into the bathroom, telling me he's going to go clean his wound. I sigh and look around the empty clinic. It always feels weird when Scott and I have to close. There's usually not that many people during the day, but without Deaton's constant presence, it feels too vacant. I start sweeping again. Scott reemerges just as I'm sweeping all the hair into the dustpan.
"You okay?" I ask, looking at him. He seems on edge and freaked out. "Is it getting worse? Because you should tell Mom. She's a nurse, she could -"
"It's gone," Scott swallows thickly.
"Gone?" I ask, leaning the broom against the counter without taking my eyes off my brother. My brain whirls. "What do you mean gone?"
"It's gone, Emerson," Scott says quickly. He's getting himself all worked up. "Gone! Gone-gone. Like disappeared. It's not there anymore!"
"It healed?" I ask, walking over to him. Scott lifts his shirt and all I see is smooth, toned skin. I reach out to touch it. There's no trace of the bite wound. "It healed that fast?"
"I - I don't know, okay?" Scott tells me, walking off. I decide to leave him alone and ponder the disappearing bite mark myself. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it had seemed. Maybe Scott hadn't cleaned it completely. I've seen his room. He sucks at cleaning.
I'm dropping the contents of the dustpan into the trash when I hear the cats yowling. I set the dustpan on the table and go to check it out. I tell myself that it's probably just another loose dog going to scare the cats. As I get closer, I hear hissing and cages clattering. What the hell is going on in there?
Just as I'm working up the nerve to peek in the room, Scott backs out, looking freaked out for the second time tonight.
"What did you do to them?" I ask. They stopped yowling and hissing as soon as Scott was in the hallway.
"Nothing," Scott shakes his head. "Noth- I was just going to feed them and - and -"
"I'll do it," I say, walking into the room. The cats just stare at me expectantly, just like they do every time I go in to feed them. As I begin feeding them all, I think about how much I dislike cats. They don't do anything other than bathe themselves and hack up hairballs. Dogs are much more fun. At least they'll roll around on the floor with you.
When I come back into the examination room, I find a soaking wet Allison standing next to an equally wet Scott. All at once, I feel that same rush of emotion I felt the first time I saw her. I stop, put off for a minute. There's a dog laying on the table, whimpering as Scott looks at him.
"I can do it myself and then give her a painkiller for now," my brother says. Allison looks up and sees me.
"Oh, hi," she greets me with a weak smile. "Emerson, right?"
"Hi," I say, nodding once. I assume the dog on the table is hers.
"Uh, Emerson, could you feed the dogs, too?" Scott asks me, his eyes begging me to say "yes."
"Sure," I respond. I like feeding the dogs anyways. They're always so excited for their food. Some of them get so excited their entire bodies wriggle and it's so adorable. I drag the big bag of dog food down the hallway and into the dog clinic. I take my time feeding them because I figure Scott wanted some "alone time" with his new obsession, Allison, and her dog.
After we get home, I go straight to bed. Between the first early morning in a while, our little hike in the woods, the run-in with Derek Hale, and a full shift at the animal clinic, I am exhausted. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.