Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

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Derek flashed his eyes red as Stiles and I stood next to him. "Yeah, I see it." He told Scott. "It's two bands, right?"

"Yeah." Scott muttered. They were talking about the tattoo that healed almost as soon as Scott got it yesterday. "What does it mean?" I asked curiously.

He paused, thinking. "I don't know." He replied. "Uh, it's just something I traced with my fingers." He traced the shape onto the dust covered floor.

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek questioned.

"Do you know what the word 'Tattoo' means?" Scott asked him. "To mark something." Stiles answered, proud of himself.

"That's in taheeshan." Scott continued. "In Samoan, it means 'open wound.' I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?"

"For not calling or texting Allison all Summer. Even when I really wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to giver her the space she wants." He sighed. "Going four months later , it still hurts. It still feels like a, um...." He trailed off.

"Like an open wound." Stiles finished for his best friend.

"Yeah." Scott muttered. I looked down. All this talk about relationships and leaving wounds... it reminded me of Roman and what he did. I know I forgave him because he was technically being brainwashed by his mother but it still hurts. And why wouldn't it? My Mom is dead because I trusted him and because I couldn't leave things the way they were.

"The pains gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek said.

"Oh, that's great." Stiles said sarcastically.

"Do it." Scott nodded. Derek turned on the torch. "Oh, wow. That's uh, that's a lot for me. So, I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside." He started walking out but Derek grabbed him. "Nope."

Stiles groaned in pain. "You can help hold him down."

"What?! Why can't Hope do it? She's the one with wolf strength?" He exclaimed as Derek pushed him back over. "Because Hope will probably tear him apart if he makes the wrong move." I waved with a fake, innocent smile. Stiles sighed as he walked over behind Scott and pressed his hands firmly down into his shoulders. "Also, I'm still pissed at you for punching me in the face." I added.

"It was last year, let it go."

Derek moved the flame from the torch onto Scotts arm, the boy yelling in agony and pain. "Hold him." Derek snapped at Stiles as Scott winced violently. His eyes glowed yellow and fangs came out of his mouth as the heat was reapplied. After a while he passed out and Derek finished the job.

About twenty minutes later, Stiles, Derek, and I stood and watched as Scott woke up. His eyes immediately looked towards his arm where the tattoo was still looking as good as new. "It worked." He said.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles commented as he and Scott started walking away.

"Yeah." Scott agreed.

I walked over to Isaac with Derek. "Is he gonna be okay?" I asked.

"He'll be fine, Hope." Derek assured me as he went to work.

"You painted the door." Scott said, drawing both mine and Derek's attention. "Why'd you paint the door?"

"Go home, Scott." Was all Derek said. I furrowed my brows as I looked between the two. "And why only one side?" Scott continued. I heard him scratching his claws against the door. "Scott." Derek snapped and moved quickly towards the two boys, me following behind. Scott continued scratching faster and faster at the paint and when he was done, a symbol was visible against the wood.