Teen Wolf (Patty & Scott)

At Scott's house with Scott's pack

A soft rustling came from the bush near my car. I whipped my head back and saw nothing. I shrugged and crossed to the wooden door and opened it. Inside, the group was seated at couches and their voices bounced around, and yet, there was something wrong. I could almost hear frustration. I hadn't been seen yet when I overheard the gist of their argument.

"How could you invite her over?!" Malia's voice demanded.

"She could put us all in danger. We're supposed to do some hunting around to see if anything else came back!" Liam sounded frustrated.

"But she was there when the creature attacked! What if the creature came back? It would attack her. Her safety is our priority," Scott said.

"Your priority," Liam mumbled.

"And her safety wouldn't even need to be prioritised if she isn't part of this!" Malia added.

"I have to agree with Scott," Lydia said, "She is already in danger. We need to keep her in our supervision."

"I agree too," Kira chimed in.

Heat rose in my cheeks and anger unfurled in my chest. I should have known I wouldn't be accepted here. I wasn't accepted anywhere. Not at my old school, and certainly not here. I'm so stupid, I thought.

The voices abruptly quietened down as they realised I was in the room. I turned around to leave.

"Patty! Wait!" Scott shouted as Stiles glared at Malia and Liam who seemed very interested in the floor and their shoes.

"Patty! Come back!" Stiles protested.

I shook my head as tears rolled down my face. I opened the door and a gust of wind swirled at my feet. I screamed as the rest gathered and stared in shock horror. Clicking sounds came from behind me as I turned around. Three figures in black coats and gruesome metal masks looked at me. There was a certain way they moved that made it look like I was an experiment of theirs; their calculative looks as if they were thinking a hundred things about me at once.

"The Dread Doctors!" Scott shouted. His eyes turned blood red and fangs appeared from his mouth. Werewolf.

"Help!" I shrieked and tried to run but one of the figures grabbed my shirt and pulled me back. Their picture distorted for a moment as if on a lagging screen and then returned to normal (well not normal, but their kind of normal).

Lydia screamed and I could almost see the sound waves...perks of a banshee. I expected the strange figures to fall back like in the movies it they just swept their hands as if it were nothing but a pesky fly. I gasped as the room swirled around me and screams echoed in my head. Suddenly, there was only blackness.