"It's too dangerous" Scott huffs, his face drooping in discontent. " I appreciate your concern, but Derek has been training me all year, I'm ready"
"I understand, I just can't lose you." His arms engulf you in a warm, bone shattering hug.
The pack gathers, reciting every detail of the mission before getting into position. The air is stale with silence, each member of the pack preparing for whatever horror lies in the moments ahead. The silence is broken by a fleet of bullets whirring past your head. You have little time to react, fear clouds your mind and your training lies deep in the back of your mind as images of death flood the foreground. You stand paralyzed, your brain screaming for you to move while your body disobeys. A figure passes you slowly and you snap back into reality. Only seconds have passed, your instincts take over and you duck behind a wall. Cocking your gun, you turn to face evil. Shadow like figures drop to the floor around you, as your pack attacks with more force than you thought possible.
You carry yourself around the room with precision, calculating every move you make, every move your enemy makes. A feeling of dismay washes over your body as a dark mass appears in front of you. A bullet charges toward you, the time to react slips from your grasp as it hits your body. You feel yourself fall backward. You travel to a happy place in your mind as time slows around you. Voices become distorted, slowly your vision blurs. Scott's muffled voice is the last thing you hear before you travel back to forgotten memories.
You feel warm sunlight on your skin and your mother's harmonious laughter fills the air. A field of grass and wildflowers lays beneath you, you turn to see your mother's beautiful smile. "Darling, it's not your time. We will meet again soon, my dear" She lies a gently hand on your cheek and presses a sweet kiss against your forehead.
The warm sunlight is slowly replaced with stale, harsh air. A steady beeping guides you back. Your throat feels dry and stiff as you try to speak. "Did we win?" A small, strained chuckle comes from your bedside. Scott's voice rings in your ears, "Yeah, we did." You force your heavy eyes open to see your pack, your family, anxiously waiting for you. "Why does everyone look so worried, you won't get rid of me that easily."
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Teen wolf imagines
Fanfictionim.ag.i.na.tion iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. "she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination"
