Saturday, September 14, 2009 — Mystic Hills.
The sun was scorching and high in the sky.
A blue Jeep drove along the road near the edge of the forest, and its driver cursed his friend every minute.
“Damn it, Scott, why don’t you ever listen to me for once in your damn life?”
Stiles muttered to himself as he anxiously searched for his friend with his eyes.
Scott had been missing since last night, and he had been searching for him all night without finding any trace.
His friend’s mother called him worriedly asking about her child, and of course he lied, saying Scott would spend the night at his place because he wanted help with studying.
Melissa McCall was definitely upset about this sudden sleepover, especially since Scott wasn’t answering his phone, but she trusted Stiles, so she told him to tell Scott to call her when he woke up tomorrow.
But the question was, how would Scott contact her for heaven’s sake when he wasn’t anywhere to be found?.
Stiles groaned in exhaustion when he saw Melissa’s name on his phone, then closed it and continued searching for his friend.
[Meanwhile, at Mystic Hills Central Hospital].
The morning was quiet at Mystic Hills Central Hospital, except for the sound of monitoring machines pulsating steadily, filling the room with a heavy silence that almost pressed on everyone’s chest.
On the hospital bed lay Vicki, her body covered with a white blanket, still pale after the shock she had suffered the night before.
Matt sat in the chair beside her, placing his hands over her cold ones, his eyes fixed on her face.
Every heartbeat was filled with worry, every breath heavy, yet he tried to appear calm, whispering to himself that he was there for her and that he wouldn’t let her collapse again.
Slowly, Vicki opened her eyes, her gaze a mixture of confusion and fear, everything in them screaming disbelief.
She whispered in a weak, broken voice:
“Matt… it… it was a vampire…”
Matt froze for a moment, the shock spreading through his body.
His face went pale, but his eyes remained fixed on Vicki, trying to comprehend what she had said.
He whispered in a low voice, filled with astonishment and fear:
“Vicki… what are you saying…?”
He tried to hold her hand tighter, feeling her weakness under his grip as her shallow breaths rose slowly.
“Hey… don’t try to speak… just keep breathing… I’m here… I won’t let you.”
Vicki gave a faint smile, her eyes shining with a glimmer of realization, as if trying to understand the magnitude of what had happened, before suddenly slipping back into unconsciousness, her body relaxing on the pillow as if withdrawing from the world.
Matt sat there in silence, watching her, gently touching her face, trying to calm his still-racing heart.
Every second in the room was heavy, as if time itself had stopped.
The sound of the monitors, his uneven breathing, and the cold of the room made the scene feel as if the entire world had condensed into this moment, in this small room, with Vicki.
Even in the quiet of the room, anxiety engulfed him; the shock his sister had endured and her saying of the vampire attaking her pressed on his heart as if everything that had happened the previous night was accumulating now in the embrace of this silence.
All he wanted was to protect her, and all he felt was helplessness in the face of the pain she had endured, which still lingered in her body and soul.
[At Mystic Grill].
Sunlight streamed through the windows of Mystic Grill, falling on the wooden tables and playing on the faces of the five girls gathered after a night full of nightmares.
The table was full of coffee cups, some sandwiches, and untouched pastries.
The warm atmosphere was an attempt at calm after last night’s events, but the glances and whispers reflected what remained unsaid.
Allison looked around in astonishment, her eyes still filled with worry:
“I still can’t believe how nice the restaurant looks after everything that happened last night…”
Lydia shook her head slowly, her fingers playing with the edge of her scarf, her eyes full of confusion:
“True… it’s hard to forget what happened to Vicki. Everything was so terrifying…”
Caroline tilted her head slightly forward, her eyes recalling the attack:
“It was a crazy night… I couldn’t believe what I saw… the blood… and how Vicki got hurt…”
Lydia whispered, her voice low and scared:
“Everything was terrifying… I couldn’t sleep after that.”
Elena sighed: “Believe me, you didn’t feel the terror we felt when Jeremy and I found her in the woods.”
Bonnie exhaled: “I left the party shortly before the attack… I don’t know if I should consider myself lucky or not.”
Silence filled the place for a moment, then Lydia said optimistically, ” let’s change the gloomy topic and talk about the comet passing over our town tomorrow”.
Allison tilted her head and said with confusion:
“Comet? What comet?”
Elena smiled:
“You’re new here, Allison. But there’s a comet that passes over our town every 145 years. When it happens, the town holds a celebratory festival, with people going out into the streets and open areas to see the comet, creating a noisy, crowded environment.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. I’ve never seen a comet before,” Allison whispered in amazement and curiosity.
Lydia smiled:
“You have to come, Allison. Everyone in town will celebrate the comet’s passage, which creates a mysterious and romantic atmosphere.”
“Romantic? Why exactly?” Allison raised her eyebrows.
Caroline shrugged:
“Because of the comet’s breathtaking beauty, and people holding candles in the street, lighting each other’s candles.”
“And why do they do that?” she asked again.
Bonnie smiled:
“It’s a ritual for the comet night. That’s why many teenagers boys take advantage of this night to confess their love… or vice versa.”
Lydia smiled mischievously:
“Maybe Scott will surprise you then, Allison.”
Allison rolled her eyes:
“Be realistic, Lydia. I’ve known him for a day and went out with him once… and it ended in disaster.”
Caroline tilted her head on her hand, smiling wearily at Allison:
“He left you alone in the middle of the party, right?”
Allison shrugged, her voice trembling:
“Yeah… he suddenly ran off and left me confused… I couldn’t even understand what was happening…”
Bonnie looked at Elena:
“Elena, Scott is Jeremy’s friend. Do you know why he would do something like that?”
Elena gave a slight embarrassed smile:
“Honestly… I don’t know him well. There wasn’t time to get to know him properly. But… he defended Jeremy against Tyler at the party. He stood up to him to protect him… and that alone makes me think he’s a good guy.”
Bonnie fiddled with the edge of her cup, letting out a light laugh:
“Or maybe he’s just weird… nobody knows him, and everything seems huge because of last night.”
Caroline shook her head, her eyes sparkling with curiosity:
“So… you’re saying he’s not bad? I mean, leaving Allison alone like that?”
Elena sighed, her voice calm and confident:
“I know it seems…. awful. But sometimes people act strangely when they’re stressed, even if it doesn’t make sense. Scott… he didn’t mean to hurt anyone. He just… must have had his reasons.”
Elena looked at Allison :
“he’s a good guy Alison. Just… give him a chance. At least one, for what he did for Jeremy.”
Allison paused, her eyes reflecting the inner conflict between her anger at Scott leaving the party and curiosity to know more, then whispered finally:
“Okay… I’ll give him a chance. At least for that.”
Lydia laughed, moving her finger over her coffee cup:
“Now let’s move on to what happened with Vicki… oh my God! How did Stiles manage to control the chaos? He amazed me completely. His first aid was so professional, like watching a real doctor and to be honest i didn’t know his existence until he did that.”
Elena nodded, impressed:
“Yes… he’s our age, but he appeared remarkable. Since last night, after all the chaos, everyone has been talking about him. Scott too… from unknown to someone who counts, nobody expected all that!”
Alison smiled lightly, brushing her cup:
“It’s strange how two people can go from unknown to heroes in just a few days. Chaos revealed their true side.”
Bonnie muttered, touching the edge of her cup:
“A crazy night… and that’s how Mystic Hills events will continue. But at least some heroes emerged suddenly from the shadows.”
Everyone fell silent for a moment, absorbing it.
Caroline, however, was holding her cup tightly and had a complicated expression on her face.
“Caroline, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”.
” Shut up!
You’re the reason for all this! from today onwards, I don’t know you anymore..!”.
Caroline’s body trembled as she snapped out of her reverie with Stiles, then she looked around with slight concern.
Caroline sighed with relief.
No one noticed her distraction.
Then Bonnie, playing with a napkin thread between her fingers, eyes glinting mischievously said:
“Well… speaking of the comet, I was talking with my grandmother last night. She said the comet is an omen… of course, just a joke. No one’s coming to take our souls tomorrow, right?”
Caroline exhaled, her eyes widening slightly, her voice mixing concern and jest:
“Yes… but you poured your grandmother an extra drink and started telling stories about aliens… and then what?”
Elena looked at Bonnie:
“I hope your grandmother’s stories are just stories. I don’t want to go through a scary experience like last night.”
Lydia nodded firmly:
“The last thing we need is horror vibes at such an event.”
Bonnie raised a finger, trying to lighten the tension:
“At least we all survived… let’s just take the comet joke as… a joke. Nothing horrifying will happen tomorrow’s night”
Then Caroline looked at Elena slyly despite the burning jealousy in her chest, laughing lightly:
“So… Elena, did you talk to Stefan all night? Wasn’t there a first awkward kiss or any kind of physical teasing?”
Elena looked down, voice low, quiet:
“No… we just talked for hours…”
Caroline rolled her eyes toward her, hands clasped together, gaze full of surprise:
“Not even a handshake? Elena… we’re your friends. You’re supposed to share these things.”
Elena raised her head, eyes glimmering with hesitation:
“We just talked for hours…”
Caroline laughed lightly, her tone teasingly tense:
“Okay, what’s with the hesitation? Simple! Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, then… you know sex happens.”
Elena smiled faintly, her voice low:
“Deep…”
Allison scowled and said, ” that sounds… gross.”
Caroline raised an eyebrow and said, “Why?”
Bonnie said sarcastically, “I don’t know… maybe because you sell your body?”
Caroline sighed and said, “No! I won’t sell my body like that, I’m just making sure I get a partner!”
Lydia rolled her eyes and said, “Caroline, take my advice, if you keep thinking like this, you will be exploited a lot in your life.”
“Whatever, I don’t have a boy who’s attracted to me anyway,” Caroline muttered, looking sadly into her cup.
Bonnie’s expression softened, and she reached under the table and took Caroline’s hand to reassure her.
Caroline looked warmly at her friend and said nothing.
Elena sat for a moment, staring at the light coming through the window, thinking of Caroline’s words, then slowly got up.
Bonnie looked at her curiously:
“Where are you going?”
Elena grabbed her bag, sighed calmly:
“Caroline is right… it’s simple. If I sit here long enough, I’ll talk myself out of doing what I started yesterday and what I was going to say.”
Caroline smiled faintly with a bit of jealousy, Allison and Lydia watched her understandingly, and Bonnie caught a hint of happiness in her eyes.
Elena moved her bag to her shoulder, and stepped toward the door, leaving her friends exchanging glances.
Caroline sighed, Bonnie whispered softly, Lydia raised an eyebrow, and Allison started explaining her concern about Scott and Vicki in a low voice.
But Elena disappeared between light and shadows, leaving the table silent except for the faint sound of coffee cups and whispers reflecting emotional chaos and the crazy night before.
Meanwhile, Scott was walking slowly along the side of the road, his steps unsteady, as if his body could barely carry him.
The jeans he was wearing were dirty and torn at the knee, and his upper body was exposed, his skin bearing faint scratches that had barely begun to fade.
His right hand was pressing hard against his left forearm… the place where there was supposed to be a deep wound.
And yet… the pain wasn’t.
His whole body ached intensely, as if he had been run over by a car several times.
There was something deeper than pain.
Something unnatural.
His breathing was uneven, and his eyes were exhausted, as if sleep hadn’t touched him for days.
Inside his head—
Boom!!.
The sound of a gunshot pierced his thoughts.
He stopped suddenly.
Blue eyes… glowing in the darkness.
A shadow running between the walls of a house, jumping toward him.
A coyote.
He clutched his head with his hand, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Stop…” he whispered, as if trying to stop the memories.
The sound of a car approached him quickly, then stopped beside him.
He slowly lifted his head.
Stiles.
He opened the door and got in without a word, his body dropping heavily onto the seat.
The door shut—
And Stiles immediately turned to him.
He looked him up and down, his eyes narrowing, anger clear on his face.
“You’re walking on the road without a shirt?” he said sharply.
“Tell me at least you didn’t sleep in the woods.”
Scott didn’t respond.
He just pulled the jacket Stiles had thrown at him and started putting it on slowly, his fingers trembling slightly.
Stiles kept watching him… then suddenly slammed the steering wheel with his hand.
“I told you not to go to the party!” he said louder this time.
“I told you something was wrong! But no—Scott never listens!”
Scott closed his eyes for a second, as if the sound hurt him.
“You could have died!” Stiles continued, his voice full of anger and worry.
“Or worse—you could have killed someone!”
Scott trembled at his friend’s words, then saw a man screaming at him, raising a gun.
Scott shook his head and said in a very low voice:
“Do you know what worries me more than anything else?”
Stiles exhaled sharply, then replied quickly despite his anger:
“If you say ‘Allison,’ I’m going to hit you in the head.”
Scott blinked slowly.
“Maybe she hate me now.”
Stiles froze for a second.
The anger didn’t disappear… but it wavered.
“Oh. I doubt that.” he said, but he didn’t smile this time.
“But maybe you should prepare a great apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and enjoy being a werewolf.”
Scott turned to him slowly.
A sharp look… but exhausted.
Stiles immediately leaned back, exhaling:
“Okay, bad idea.”
“It’s fine, we’ll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I’ll chain you up myself during full moons and feed you live rats.”
“Rats…?” Scott muttered, distracted.
Stiles smiled lightly, trying to ease things:
“I had a boa once. I can do it.”
Scott looked at his hands and didn’t respond.
He looked at his hand, and opened them… closed them… then clenched them tightly.
BAM!
AAAAAHHH!!
His body trembled.
He shut his eyes, breathing with difficulty.
“Stiles…”
This time, his voice was different.
Weaker.
Stiles looked at him immediately, concern clearly surfacing.
Scott slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with exhaustion… and confession.
“I’m sorry.”
Silence fell.
It wasn’t a normal apology.
It was real… and heavy.
“I… didn’t listen to you.” he continued with difficulty.
“And I… don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
He paused, swallowed, then added in a lower, trembling voice:
“I’m scared.”
Stiles froze.
That word alone… was enough to extinguish all his anger.
He looked at him, this time without any humor.
Scott continued, his voice slightly shaking:
“I need your help, would you help me?.”
Stiles exhaled slowly, looking ahead for a moment as if organizing his thoughts.
Then he turned to him.
A serious look.
Steady.
“Of course I’ll help you.” he said without hesitation.
Something changed in Scott’s expression… as if he had been waiting for those words.
But Stiles wasn’t finished.
He pointed at him, his tone firm:
“But from now on…”
He paused for a second, making sure Scott was looking at him.
“You listen to me.”
Scott swallowed, then nodded slowly.
“You won’t ignore what I say again.”
“I won’t.” Scott said quietly.
Stiles looked at him for a few seconds… evaluating his sincerity.
Then finally nodded.
“Good.”
A short silence passed.
Then he turned the key, and the engine started.
The car began to move.
Scott leaned his head back against the seat, his eyes half-closed…
But inside—
The blue eyes… the gun… the man… the coyote…
They didn’t disappear.
[Meanwhile – with Elena]
Elena stood in front of the Salvatore house’s front door for a moment, then raised her hand and knocked lightly.
She didn’t wait long… as the door opened slowly, as if it hadn’t been closed at all.
She hesitated for a second, then pushed the door and walked in.
The house was remarkably spacious… a high ceiling, a large staircase curving upward, and a massive chandelier casting warm light over the luxurious old furniture.
Everything felt too quiet, as if the place was empty… or watching her.
She took a few steps, the sound of her shoes soft on the floor, then called out while looking around:
“Stefan? Stefan?”
No one answered.
Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings cut through the silence.
A black crow flew into the house, passing quickly near her.
She gasped lightly and turned quickly—
Then froze in place.
Damon was standing there.
She hadn’t heard him approach.
He just… was there.
Elena looked at him with slight concern, stepping back a little before saying hesitantly:
“I… I’m sorry for coming in. The door… was open.”
Damon smiled slightly, a tilted smile, watching her calmly before saying:
“You must be Elena. I’m Damon, Stefan’s brother.”
Her eyes widened slightly in clear surprise, and she said without hiding it:
“He didn’t tell me he had a brother.”
Damon shrugged lightly, as if he didn’t care much, then gestured inside:
“Well, Stefan isn’t the type to brag. Come in. I’m sure Stefan will be here any moment.”
She hesitated, then moved further inside, her eyes wandering around the place in clear admiration.
She stopped in the middle of the room, looking around before saying in amazement:
“Wow. Is this your living room?”
Damon glanced around briefly, as if judging the place coldly, then said with light sarcasm:
“Living room, parlor, Sotheby’s auction. It’s a bit tacky for my taste.”
Then Damon turned to Elena, smirked, and said sarcastically:
“Now I understand why my brother is so fascinated by you. For a while, I didn’t think he’d get over the last one. It almost destroyed him.”
Elena’s expression shifted slightly, curiosity appearing on her face as she turned to him:
“The last one?”
Damon stepped a little closer, his tone softer:
“Yes. Katherine, his girlfriend?”
Elena smiled in confusion.
Damon smirked:
“Oh, haven’t you had the awkward ex-lovers conversation yet?”
She shook her head lightly:
“No.”
He smiled faintly, as if expecting that:
“Oh. Well, I’m sure it’ll come up. Or maybe he didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to think he’s in a rebound phase. We all know how those relationships end.”
Elena lifted her head slightly, looking at him more firmly:
“You say that like every relationship is doomed to fail.”
“I believe in fate.”
Then he paused slightly and said:
“Hello, Stefan.”
Elena turned slowly when she heard Damon.
She saw Stefan standing behind her silently, staring at Damon.
Stefan said while staring at Damon:
“Elena. I didn’t know you were coming.”
She smiled nervously, clasping her hands:
“I know. I should’ve called, I just…”
“Oh, don’t be silly.” Damon said as he moved slowly, his tone light but provoking.
Then he looked at Stefan and added:
“You’re welcome anytime. Isn’t she, Stefan?”
Then he turned to Elena and said:
“You know, I should bring out the family photo albums or some home videos. But… I should warn you. He wasn’t always this good-looking.”
Stefan’s expression tightened slightly, and he looked at him sharply before saying in a controlled tone:
“Thanks for coming, Elena. It was good to see you.”
Elena immediately understood the tension, looked between them, then said calmly:
“Yeah, maybe I should go. It was nice meeting you, Damon.”
Damon nodded slightly, with a faint smile:
“Nice meeting you too, Elena.”
She moved toward the door, but Stefan suddenly stepped forward and blocked her path.
He wasn’t looking at her… but at Damon.
Elena stopped, looking at him in confusion:
“Stefan… Stefan?”
He didn’t respond at first.
Then, as if returning to himself, he stepped aside.
She opened the door and left.
The door closed quietly behind her…
And the tension between the brothers remained hanging in the air.
Stefan stood in his place for a few seconds, his gaze still fixed on Damon.
Damon was standing where he was, leaning lightly against the table, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an entertaining show.
A faint smile still lingered on his face.
Stefan took a step forward, his features tense, his voice low but sharp:
“What are you doing here, Damon?”
Damon didn’t answer immediately.
He simply looked at him, then let out a light breath, as if enjoying the moment.
“Welcoming guests?” he said simply, as if the question were stupid.
Stefan’s jaw tightened slightly as he stepped closer.
“Don’t mess with me.”
Damon raised his eyebrows slightly, then straightened up slowly.
“I’m not messing,” he said calmly, then leaned slightly forward.
“I’m just… getting to know my brother’s life.”
The distance between them stopped at an uncomfortable point.
“Stay away from her,” Stefan said directly, without hesitation.
Damon smiled—this time, more clearly.
“From who?” he asked, even though he knew the answer well.
Stefan didn’t even blink.
“Elena.”
A brief silence passed between them.
Then Damon chuckled lightly, turning his face slightly before looking back at him.
“Oh… that.”
He stepped closer, his voice lower now:
“Don’t worry… I just talked to her.”
“That’s exactly what I don’t want,” Stefan replied immediately, his tone sharper.
Damon tilted his head, watching him as if studying him.
“You’re always like this,” he said calmly.
“You think you can protect everything… everyone.”
Stefan clenched his fist, but didn’t move.
“You don’t know anything about her.”
The corner of Damon’s mouth lifted slightly.
“Don’t I?”
Then he leaned closer, his voice almost a whisper:
“I think I know more than you think.”
Stefan froze for a second.
His eyes narrowed slightly, doubt beginning to show in his expression.
“What do you mean?”
Damon didn’t answer directly.
He stepped back, as if he suddenly lost interest, then looked around the room.
“Nice house,” he said, as if changing the subject.
“You’ve kept it just the same.”
“Damon.” This time, Stefan said his name sharply.
Damon stopped, then turned to him slowly.
The smile disappeared… or maybe it became more dangerous.
“I’m here now, Stefan,” he said calmly.
“Whether you like it or not.”
A heavy silence filled the space.
Then he added, looking directly into his eyes:
“And I’m not going anywhere.”
Stefan remained in place, staring at him.
Anger was clear in his eyes… but behind it, something else.
Worry.
As for Damon… he smiled again.
As if everything was going exactly the way he wanted.
Scott sat on the couch, his back slightly leaning forward, while his right hand rested on his thigh, aching from the previous night.
His whole body trembled from exhaustion, and his brown eyes still shimmered with memories of pain and shock.
Stiles sat on the chair opposite him, touching the edge of his coffee cup, his face slightly tense—worried, but trying to stay calm.
Scott sighed quietly, his words almost breaking between pain and memory:
“Everything was… so fast… Derek… the hunters… the transformation… then… I lost control…”
Stiles raised an eyebrow, gripping the edge of the table with his hands:
“Take your time. Tell me everything step by step.”
Scott closed his eyes for a moment, then began speaking, as if every word was being forced out of his exhausted body:
“The first thing… after I transformed at home and ran to the forest looking for Allison… Derek… he was there in the shadows… he set a trap… I was following Allison’s scent… but it was… just her clothes… then… he attacked me… hit me… my head… my face… the pain… indescribable…”
Stiles turned his face toward Scott, asking with curiosity:
“And you remember everything from your first transformation?”
Scott took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he pointed to his arm:
“Yes… the first transformation… I remember every moment… I was focused on finding Allison and saving her… then they appeared… the hunters… three men… arrows… everything hurt… then Derek… took them down… saved me… and told me… run…”
Stiles breathed out, trying to calm things:
“You were brave… trying to protect Allison… facing the hunters… all that despite the pain…”
Scott pointed to his chest and mouth, trembling:
“Then the second transformation… I felt the power… but it was… hard… my whole body… pulsing… every movement… heavy… then I lost control… I didn’t know what I was doing anymore…”
Stiles said, confused:
“What do you mean?”
Scott trembled:
“I couldn’t control it… everything became… strange… sound… vision… everything fast… all I remember are fragmented memories…”
Stiles hesitated:
“Memories like what?”
Scott’s body shook:
“I remember… I remember a man… holding a gun… shooting at me… I remember blue eyes… and a coyote.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow:
“A coyote? Seriously, Scott? A coyote?”
Scott exhaled shakily:
“It’s not just the coyote, Stiles… I think I fought him… then I ended up torn apart and broken…”
Stiles went silent for a moment, then said:
“That’s impossible, Scott. You’re a werewolf. You can’t lose to just a… coyote.”
Scott grabbed his head, his voice filled with fear:
“I don’t know, Stiles… I don’t know, okay?… it’s just… I think I was trying to kill that man in my memory.”
Scott looked at his friend with tear-filled eyes as he finished speaking.
Stiles exhaled slowly:
“You don’t know that for sure, Scott. Maybe it was just a guy you ran into in the forest and he shot at you because he was scared.”
“What if it wasn’t?… what if… what if I tried to kill him brutally… in cold blood… what if I actually killed him?!” Scott shouted, his voice rising at the end.
Stiles replied quickly, trying to reassure him:
“If you had killed him, there would’ve been dried blood on your hands and mouth, and you would smell like guts. But there wasn’t any blood, and there wasn’t any smell—so you’re safe.”
Scott sighed tiredly:
“What if I lose control next time and try to kill you? Or my mom? Or Allison?”
Stiles moved closer and placed his hand firmly on Scott’s shoulder:
“Don’t worry about control right now… what matters is that you’re okay… and I’ll help you control the transformations from now on.”
Scott looked at him with exhausted eyes, determination in his voice:
“I want to learn… I want control… I don’t want to lose control again… everything was… terrifying…”
Stiles squeezed his shoulder, firm but gentle:
“Okay… but from now on, promise me you won’t go into the forest alone, and you won’t ignore my warnings… got it?”
Scott nodded firmly, breathing heavily:
“Yes… I promise… I won’t do that again.”
They sat in silence, each trying to process what happened.
The dimly lit room reflected the calm after the storm, while Scott’s body still trembled from exhaustion, his hands remembering every pain of the roars and transformations—but for the first time since last night, he felt a slight sense of relief.
Then suddenly Stiles said:
“Scott, your mom has been calling you since yesterday. Call her.”
Scott nodded slightly and took his phone out of his pocket—only to find it broken, with a bullet lodged in the middle.
Scott cursed:
“Oh, damn it.”