Thiam - The War Is Over

Chapter 13

Luckily, Scott hadn't questioned him at all about school. Perhaps he'd thought it'd be best Liam didn't go right after being attacked by hunters. Whatever the reason, Liam was glad he could be away from there, even if it might just be for one day. His day, however, was beginning to get worse and worse. After hearing about the hunter attack with the best explanation Liam could give, Scott had insisted on training to practice listening for hunters and enemies in general. They were currently out in the woods, a few hours later. Liam was sore and tired from all the training: it felt, dare he say, more vigorous than lacrosse practice with Nolan and Gabe always harassing him.

“Are…. Are we done yet?” Liam panted, leaning over his knees as he came to a stop from running. Scott has said if it ever came to it, he'd need to be able to outrun anyone or anything, which wasn't that comforting to know. Scott came up beside him, looking far less tired - he was probably used to this sort of stuff, Liam figured - and glanced around. The sun was setting quickly and the wind was picking up.

“Yeah, I think that'd be a pretty good idea,” Scott said. He smiled at Liam who was still catching his breath. “You did great.” Liam gave a thumbs up of thanks as he stretched to crack his achy back. “Do you want me to walk you home just in case?”

Liam thought over Scott's offer, then shook his head. “No thanks, I think I'll be fine.” Liam nodded to show that he was relatively sure of his response. “I don't think the hunters would try to strike again on the same day, right?”

“They don't exactly have a cooldown,” Scott chuckled. “Maybe it's best I come with you.”

“I'll be fine.” Liam waved his hand dismissively. “I'll see ya later!” In all truth, Liam was still feeling paranoid that Scott would ask about school. He didn't even know why he'd even left. He just... didn't want to be there…? Whatever. It didn't matter if no one asked.

He gave Scott a wave of goodbye and backed away, then turned to face forward and headed in the direction of his house. The walk wasn't too far, but with the sun quickly disappearing overhead, he knew it would get dark soon. It's not like he was scared, though. He was fine. He knew these woods. Except for that time he fell in a hole. Buth  that was forever ago! Not really… Oh, well!

He decided to take his time since he wasn't that concerned about being attacked. Walking alone was soothing, finally a break from his stress. His mind began to wander and his pace slackened. This was nice. Well, except for the disturbing memories of almost dying earlier, but, hey, that was in the past. That was also one of the reasons why he was absolutely terrified of Chris; he was a hunter of werewolves in the past, who knew if he would turn on them all of a sudden and try to kill them all. Like Gerard did before… Ugh, just the thought of the old guy creeped Liam out to the point where he felt like he was being followed by him in that moment.

He peered over his shoulder to check.

Just in case.

**Mason’s POV**

Maybe he shouldn’t have been so bitter towards Liam.

Mason and Corey were at Mason’s house, sitting in his room, aimlessly looking through old things from past school years. Nothing really interesting except for the pictures where Mason kept complaining that he had such a baby face and still did. Corey had made some slick comment that he found Mason’s face adorable and, of course, Mason being Mason, had gotten that goofy grin of his on and the two had shared a kiss, one that led to many more.

Now, however, they were sitting in silence. Mason had brought up Liam’s name and neither knew what to say. They both knew LIam had said something rather unforgivable, but… Liam was their friend. They hadn’t seen him for what felt like forever (even though it had just been not even a full day), but Mason was actually missing his anger infused best friend. They were usually together, and although Mason enjoyed spending time with Corey, it was a strange feeling to not be on good terms with Liam. Normally Mason would text Liam, asking him what to do if both him and Corey were quiet and didn’t have anything to do; Liam always had good ideas.