Teen wolf imagines

Liam - Hey Hoststuff {Part 2}

Liam's Perspective
"Where's Y/N?" Scott asked, grinning. I looked down, picking at my sandwich. "She's with Brett." I growled.

"Someone's jealous." Stiles jerked. I put my sandwich down, not really feeling like eating it anymore. "Come on dude, she waited two months for you. If she's not head over heels for you then there's something wrong with her." Scott added.

"What's she doing anyway? I miss that little pep rally." Lydia smiled.
"They've got game practice and she's got her practice. I hate how close they get all the time." I grunted. "They're just friends." Scott added.

I sighed and dragged myself through the rest of the day, then to Dereks loft in hopes of lifting my spirits with the mission at hand. "We gotta head over to Deaton's and get the supplies we need, then we test it out." We made our ways over there, me running. Finally we reached the animal clinic and yanked open the door. The bell, signalling our arrival, jingled. "Hey, How can I help?" Deaton smiled.

We listed the item we needed, going through to the opp room. We gathered the items we needed and he began making the potion. Then the door rang. "Please! Please! I need help! He's dying!" I heard a voice call, we walked outside to see a girl carrying a boy on her shoulder as he stumbled in. "Y/N? Brett?" Derek took him out of her hands and carried him inside. "What happened?" Deaton asked.
"Someone started shooting at him! And then he turned into this thing! And then he got shot and fell! He told me to come here and I just-" She was sobbing now. "I can't lose him."

"It's Nothing we cant fix he'll be fine." He said as he placed the knife to his stomach. "What are you doing!" She shouted, trying to stop him but I held her back. Once he was open, the black blood lizard out and Deaton pulled out a shiny bullet. "Wolfsbane. Amateur hunter and he's not sure what he's doing." He explained. "I'll stitch him up and he'll be fine."

"You just- You just cut him open! How is he Fine!"
"That thing that he turned into, was a werewolf, he can heal himself." Derek explained. "Okay, you people are crazy. My best friend is dying and you cut him open and expect him to magically heal?" She said, in disbelief. "We're not crazy. It's true." Scott added. "Seriously?" She spat. Brett groaned. And began to sit up. "Look." Derek pointed to his stomach, which had almost sealed. "What the-" She began.

"Y/N-"
"How long have you been like this?"
"Three years."
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
"I thought you'd be scared."
"Off you?"
"Yeah."
"Well I am. Slightly. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to help." She was angry now.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
She turned around and started walking away. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. I just need to think."