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Chapter 2

"I need you to stay with Liam. I'm going to find Sean."

Stiles had gone back to his house, having promised Malia that he would help her study and try to decipher Lydia's notes, leaving Scott and I with Liam, who had been wheeled away in a wheelchair just moments after we had arrived. We both stood outside his hospital room and the doctor (who happened to also be his step-father) had left a few minutes ago, declaring that Liam should wait for an X-ray before he made the assumption of having a broken leg.

I turned back to Scott, confusion etched across my pale features. "Sean? Who's Sean?"

Scott sighed. "You know the family that was murdered? There was only one person who got away?" I nodded. "That's Sean. Sean Walcott." He started down the hall, but I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. 

"Why do you need to find him? Is he in trouble?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. I let him go and turned back to hesitantly creep into Liam's room. 

The boy was sitting on the hospital bed, staring at his foot dejectedly. His fingers picked absentmindedly at a piece of string from the hem of his shirt. I cleared my throat, and his head snapped up, startled. I grinned sheepishly with a slow wave. "Hey..." I said, drawing out the word awkwardly. "How's the leg?"

"Broken. Probably. They told me to wait for the X-ray." He shrugged, lowering his blue eyes once again. "It could be worse."

"Yeah, Scott's really, really sorry about that." I muttered, scratching the back of my head. "Stiles too." 

"It's alright, I guess." Liam shrugged again. I lowered myself into one of the chairs by his bedside slowly. "It's my fault anyways."

I sighed, rested the back of my head against the wall. I stared up boredly at the ceiling, Liam watching me curiously. "Look, dude." I mentally cringed. "It's seriously not your fault. Scott and Stiles thought you were going to steal his spot as captain-which you probably were-and they got defensive and angry. They didn't want some freshman coming and stealing what they had worked for."

"It seems like you didn't want me to either." I heard him mumble. I chuckled softly. 

"Yeah, sorry, I guess." I shrugged. "They're my best friends and I'll defend them until the day I'll die. Even if I'm still some puny freshman." 

It wasn't exactly a lie. 

I had been able to start training to be a hunter only a few weeks after Allison had, but I didn't pick it up as well as my older sister, so I had quit for a while when it had gotten too frustrating. I started back up again during the Darach incident, when Allison had offered to help me. I still had trouble with some of the weapons (crossbow, guns, etc.), but I had gained a fair amount of skill in knives and other pointy objects. 

So technically, I could get by just fine. 

Liam didn't say anything else, so I didn't bother to start up another conversation, settling for humming a random song. He didn't seem to mind and laid down on his back, closing his eyes. I did the same. 

 A deafening roar broke the calming silence. 

Scott.

My eyes snapped open and Liam shot up. I stood, holding my hand out to stop him from getting out of the bed. "Stay here," I murmured. He nodded hesitantly. 

I crept out into the eerily quiet hallway, hearing the dull sounds of a fight from another area in the hospital. Another lower, more feral snarl assaulted my ears as I rounded the corner. I broke into a sprint.