ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

∇ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ∇

🔻Melody🔻

I stand in front of my apartment building listening to Stiles driving away. Everything is different now. My connection to the sea and who I am is gone. Replaced by something I don't even recognize. My enhanced hearing keeps fading in and out due to my lack of control.

My sense of smell was also a thousand times stronger. I could smell the anxiety rolling off Stiles in waves. As well as the blood staining Malia's shirt from a wound she'd received. I stare up at the building, my head filling with random scents that were threatening to overwhelm me.

I couldn't face my mother. How could I? I'm a monster now. A werewolf. How can I look her in the eyes and tell her that the daughter she knew is gone. Replaced by a stranger. Yes, I love her and all the memories are there, but everything is different now. I look and see my Jeep parked out front.

I don't know what happened to my main pair of keys but I know where the spare is. I walk over and get in. I'm leaning forward and I feel my necklace swing before settling back down on my skin. I adjust the rearview mirror and look at my reflection. I focus and eventually my eyes glow, I gasp when I see the purple color of my Naiad self.

My loss in concentration made my eyes go back to brown. Just another reminder of what I used to be. I wrap my fingers around my necklace and instead of making me feel calm it makes me angry. I hear myself growl as I rip the necklace off and chuck it into the backseat.

I find the spare key and push it into the ignition. I go to a place where I thought I'd be alone. The last place I was before I lost my mind. Derek's loft. I drive in angry silence, humming to try and keep myself in control. I grip the steering wheel tightly as I pull up to Derek's loft.

I get out and close my door. I should be okay here for awhile at least. I enter the building and slowly make my way up. I reach the door and pull it open with ease. I close it behind me and step inside, inhaling deeply. My nose picks up on a heavy scent that could only be Derek as it's seeped into the very walls.

I smell the scent of the Calaveras and someone else. Also a smell that is familiar but not at the same time. I come to the conclusion that it's me. I wrap my arms around myself and move farther inside. I walk over to the couch spotting a few drops of scarlett, my blood, I think.

I ignore it and lay down, Derek's scent envelops me and I conclude that he must spend a lot of time on this couch. I curl up and breathe in his scent. Is it strange that I find the scent of another wolf comforting? I shrug and lay my head down on the armrest, closing my eyes, slipping into a deep sleep.

The sound of gunfire is what brought me out of my sleep, but another sound is what made me jump up. It sounded like a grunt of pain. I growl and open my eyes I sit up and see a bunch of men holding guns. My eyes find Derek with blood on his chin. 

I roar loudly and the men turn on me. Except something is thrown in and it explodes releasing smoke. "Melody!" Derek shouts as we both hear a gun cock. Rounds start being fired, one grazes my arm and I growl.

Screaming begins and that's when the smoke starts to clear. A woman turns to me with a shotgun in her hand. Before I can react she fires and pain explodes in my abdomen. I fall to my knees as she turns to Derek. I fall face down, blood seeping from the wound on my torso.

"Hey! Hey! You're having a nightmare. Wake up!" I jolt upright growling as a face comes into focus, someone I've never seen before. His eyes widen as he looks into my eyes and he gets up off the couch. "That's a color I've never seen on a werewolf before. Calm down, young lady. I'm not going to hurt you."

I let my growl die in my throat and set my feet down on the floor. "I see Derek has taken in another stray." I growl warningly at him and he chuckles. "I've only been a werewolf for a few months. And I haven't been conscious for most of it."