My True Pack.

Chapter 16

Third Person's Point of View.

When Thomas woke up, he remembered everything that had happened the last night. And how he lost one of his friend. But he made himself forget that. He would mourn his loss when it was all over. It wasn't a nice thing to say but how could he mourn if he was right next to him.

Thomas checked his watch. 6:45 am. Wasn't that bad. The sun was starting to be visible, the heat was starting to burn your lungs. It was the perfect moment. But first, they need to eat. And Thomas still hadn't figure out how.

"Guys, wake up." He said loud enough for everyone to hear him.

Minho was the first to shift and woke up. Jorge and Brenda followed. But Scott's pack wasn't used to be woken up so early. It took about ten minutes for everyone to wake up but it was a start.

Scott's anger was lashed out yesterday. After getting into a fight with Minho, he finally let it go. If Stiles had a pack, it would hurt him. And it did. And Scott saw that.

"How are you?" He tried to make conversation.

Thomas looked at everyone and then, he realized that Scott was talking to him. "Oh, me?"

Scott nodded. "Yes. How are you?"

Thomas shrugged. "Fine, I guess. I'm still in one piece and I'm not dying. I actually own all of that to Liam." He looked at the youngest werewolf. "Thank you."

Liam smiled shyly. "It was nothing. I own Mark my life. He saved me from that lighting. I should had been on his place."

Thomas chuckled. "He never saved anyone. I guess, he wanted to try to see how it felt to be the hero."

Nobody made another comment about Mark. Mostly, because the only on that truly knew him was Thomas and he wasn't feeling like pouring all the things Mark did on his lifetime. He wasn't feeling like saying something nice so everyone could have a nice memory of him. He was feeling like running.

Scott's pack was exhausted from the exercise from the last day. All of their muscles and joints ached and they hurt in places it wasn't even possible. But Scott agreed with Stiles's decision of starting early. It wasn't because he wanted to get Stiles as his friend again. But because he saw that the Scorch was a dangerous place where if you weren't careful, you would end like Mark. Or worse.

"Are we going to run again?" Liam asked. With frustration, of course.

"No, we're not." He answered. "There's an abandoned city around here. We'll pass it."

He turned to get his stuff. And once he did that, he looked at Scott. "I want you to promise me something."

Scott gave a nod of understanding.

"Whatever you see. Don't save someone."

Scott nodded again but this time, he was confused. But he didn't had enough time to think of it. Because he caught the scent of a dangerous thing. And couldn't help but growl.

And all the supernatural creatures that were with him, showed his fangs and claws. Ready to kill the dangerous thing. And as the footsteps came closer, the worse the scent was. And everything led to a human figure.

Mark.

"Don't think of it, wolfies. I'm in your side, don't you remember?" His deep and scratchy voice said.

Everyone stopped. And Thomas furrowed his eyebrows.

"I-I saw you--they bit you--how?" Was his sentance.

Mark looked at Thomas as if he was the one with the Flare. "Bit me? Those Cranks? My friend, you most had been blinded by the lighting. They did circled around me but never bit me."