*WAS CRUEL SUMMER*
"The pain of it slashed through my body in nauseating waves before settling heavily in the pit of my belly. I tried to hold it together, to hold it down, but I couldn't."
{ scott mccall x fem!oc }
{ season three - six }
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more bad then good
Darkness filled the preserve, nothing but a cold breeze brushing past a girl who hadn't dressed for the occasion. She found herself trudging through the familiar dark woods at the back of her childhood home, this time she was sure it wasn't a dream, hallucination, or even a reenactment of a night she'd lived through before. Scott and Stiles were here this time, reminding her that it was real. Scott's hand was intertwined with hers as he guided her with the flashlight, Stiles was close behind them, the blonde looked down at her phone, following a map, or at least trying to. Though she had been here before, it wasn't exactly a simple path to the wreckage, still, the two boys had recruited her hoping she would be able to guide them back to it, after she'd explained her experience during her sacrifice, the two had put together all of the pieces that it was Malia's car crash that she and Cole visited on that night. They hoped that if she was able to trace those footsteps, she would be able to help them find Malia Tate's body.
The only part of the story that the boys didn't know about was her exchange with the coyote, the coyote whose eyes glowed a cold steel blue when she looked back at her before she had backed away, frankly, she hadn't told them because she didn't know what it meant. Of course, she knew that werewolves were a thing, but coyotes, were-coyotes perhaps, that she'd never heard of.
"And here I thought I had missed out on the two of you dragging me out into the woods to find a dead body." The blonde joked as she tried to step over every ditch, every raised root of the trees, though with her less than appropriate footwear it was clear why Scott had made sure to keep his hand intertwined with hers, she had slipped more times than she could count.
Scott and Stiles laughed at her comment, if they had it their way, she would've been there that night with them, getting muddy on the night before winter break ended during sophomore year, she would have gone through it all with them, finding out Scott was a werewolf, helping him to find control. Maybe it would have been easier if she was there, already somewhat experienced in supernatural beings, but they knew if she had been there, nothing would be the way it was now. There wasn't a single thing about their lives that would be the same. She would have been there for Scott falling in love with Allison, or maybe the two of them would have never happened at all if the two of them had just had a little more time to confess their feelings. Lydia might still be the girl she was in freshman and sophomore year, paying no attention to them, maybe Peter would have never bitten her, she wouldn't be a banshee. Jackson might not have become the Kanima. Maybe they missed the blonde in all of the big moments in their life, but part of them was glad it had worked out this way, it didn't matter what things she had missed, they were able to create a million more memories with her now that she was back. Birthdays. Graduation. Senior scribe. All the things that the three of them had talked about since they were little kids.
"You know, if my dad's right that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet." Stiles sighed as he followed the two of them, he couldn't deal with another werewolf that he knew nothing about, he remembered how stressful Peter running around town had been for all of them, that was a part of his life he would rather not relive.
