Awaken

We have A Problem

                Scott sat on his bed, in his room as the moonlight seemed to make his tears sparkle as they fell. He had lost Allison, she didn’t know who she was, and she didn’t who he was. She had forgotten the battles they have faced together, she has forgotten the kisses they shared, and she has forgotten it all. And Lydia, poor Lydia had gone through all this trouble, only for Allison to not remember her. He looked at the moon and growled. His inner Alpha was threatening to come out, and Scott knew if it did he would have trouble coming back. Just then Stiles walked in.

                “Hey man…” Stiles said leaning on the doorway. Scott cleared his throat and wiped away his tears.

                “Hey,” he croaked out.

                “How you holding up Scott?” Stiles question, concern is his eyes.

                “Well,” Scott sighed. “How’s Lydia?” Scott said instead.

                “I wouldn’t know. Jackson and Derek had been with her since we all scrambled from the graveyard.” Stiles said.

                “And you’re okay with that?” Scott questioned, trying to get his mind off Allison. Stiles shifted his weight to his left foot and leaned against the other side of the doorway.

                “I don’t know, I mean we had a special connection and as soon as Jackson showed up again she forgot about me.” Stiles said.

                “Stiles, you forgot about her first.” Scott said, and growled and squeezed his eyes shut trying to keep the Alpha inside. Scott tried to think of Allison, to calm him down but it seemed like it made things worse. 

                “Whoa, Scott are you okay?” Stiles asked. Scott shook his head and clenched his hands into fist and his fangs and claws started to come out.

                “Leave!” Scott exclaimed as he knew he was losing to the Alpha inside him and looked at Stiles with his red eyes. Stiles jumped back and as he was about to try to talk Scott down, he shifted, but not into his usual form, no, he was looking at a full four legged werewolf.

                “Scott,” Stiles said in shock as he stared into those red eyes that belonged into a glistening black haired werewolf. Scott growled and began to move towards him, but turned and ran out the door into the streets. Stiles pulled out his phone frantically and called Derek.

                “Hello?” Derek responded.

                “We have a problem.” Stiles said staring into the night after Scott.