Lunar Eclipse {teen wolf}

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Heartbreak and Memories

Hours had passed since they first started reading and it felt as though they had barely made a dent in the book. Her spot next to Theo had earned her an uneasy gaze from Stiles all night.

It was late in the night and none of them had had anything to eat since lunch. Continuously staring at the tinny words was beginning to give Ayla a migraine. Letting the book fall into her lap, Ayla placed her head in her hands with a sigh.

"Anyone feel anything yet?" Scott asked. This earned a tired groan from Ayla.

"Tired," Kira confirmed.

"Hungry," Lydia also voiced.

"I think he meant the book." Theo tried to give Lydia a smile but she didn't return it.

Ayla plopped the book on the chair behind her and joined Stiles in the kitchen. His back was to her as he sat at the counter.

As soon as Ayla passed through the threshold, she felt overwhelming guilt and fear, mixed with a bit of pain in her shoulder that was wafting off the boy. It was the first time she had felt anything from Stiles in a while. It was so abrupt and forceful that it shocked her. He was biting at his nails and bouncing his leg from what Ayla assumed was the anxiety. She tried to play off her noticing but Stiles quickly gave her a concerned look.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked.

Ayla nodded. "Yeah, just uh...It's nothing." She continued into the kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee for the others and a cup of tea for herself.

The atmosphere around the two was awkward. Neither spoke as Ayla got what she needed. She could feel Stiles' eyes watching her every move, bringing in the back of her head.

As Ayla dunked a tea bag into a hot cup of water, Stiles winced, holding his sore shoulder. She couldn't help but ask. "What happened to your shoulder?"

"What?" he was taken aback by her question. Was she really talking to him?

"Your shoulder...what did you do to it?"

"Oh uh... the Jeep died on me again. I went to check the engine, and the hood fell on it."

He was lying. Why would Stiles lie about that? And to Ayla. The person he knew could see right through his lies.

Ayla grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bathroom, closing the door behind them. "Take it off," she demanded, turning to him.

"Sorry?" His face was pale from shock.

"Stiles, take off your shirt."

"This is definitely not how I pictured this going and it definitely wasn't while you're mad at me-"

"Stiles," Ayla interrupted.

He shook his head. "I'm not taking my shirt off."

"You can't lie to me. Now either tell me what really happened to your shoulder or show me." Her eyes were stern and forceful. Waiting impatiently for the boy to continue.

Reluctantly, Stiles began to tug at the hem of his shirt before slowly pulling it over his head and turning so his back was facing Ayla. Covering the wound was a pretty shotty job of a bandage and tape. Slowly, Ayla removed it to see a large round wound that looked to maybe be a bite of some sort. It was red and definitely looked like it hurt too.

"What happened to you?" Her fingers ghosted over his back, not daring to actually touch his skin.

Stiles quickly snapped the shirt over his back again. "Like you care," he muttered, his back still to her.

Ayla was offended by this statement. Of course, she cared. He was hurt. "What does that mean?"

"Well, you haven't really been interested in anything I've had to say lately so, just guessing." He shrugged, adjusting his shirt.