" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 . 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞
An hour passed. Then two. Then three. Finally four. They never woke up. Their eyes remained closed, chest remained flat, and bodies stayed cold. Deaton, seeing my panic within the first hour, assured me that they would wake up, it may just take some time. I paced, I chewed my nails off, I fidgeted until I'd walked every square inch of the room two dozen times. I finally curled myself up on a chair in the corner of the room and wrapped my arms around my legs; my finger nails digging into my jeans as I stared at the dead bodies of my friends. I closed my eyes a few times; only to open them back up to still see the nightmare I was living in. Isaac finally asked if I was okay and I replied with the lamest excuse to leave my mouth—'I need some air'. So I got up out of the chair I felt oh so comfortable in and numbly walked into the waiting room. I proceeded to do every action I did in the back room, I was crossing the line between sanity and a full-blown panic attack. I ran my hands through my hair as my head began spinning out of control. My heart rate shot up as if I was having a heart attack and I felt like there was a rock lodged in my throat. I couldn't breath. Unable to hold up my weight any longer, I threw myself in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs. I buried my head into the palms of my hands. I wanted to let out a scream, but only quiet breathing left my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget all this was happening. Just maybe, maybe it would work. But really, who was I kidding, life was a living hell right now. I sighed and took my head out of my hands only to gasp at the sight in front of me.
"What's that groan for?" Stiles laughed as I unburied myself from my hands. I was in the passenger seat of his car and we were driving on a pitch-black street surrounded by forest on either side of us. I wanted to ask what the hell was going on, but my mouth moved for me. I protested, but my body seemed numb. So I went with it.
"I'm tried you idiot! I'm supposed to be sleeping right now." I groaned. This was all too familiar...like it had happened before.
"You can sleep when you're dead." Stiles smirked.
"How comforting." I rolled my eyes. Wait, this had happened before.
"Stiles, maybe Kat's right. We should just go back home. We've got school tomorrow!"
"Scott, we're talking about a dead body here! One that's been cut in half! Would you rather be sleeping or go play Sherlock Holmes." This was the night Scott got bit. This was before we knew everything. This was before it all started. I should have been frozen in fear, but instead I turned my head around to Scott in the backseat and we eyed each other before glaring at Stiles. I should have been freaking out, but every piece of me relaxed and seemed to forget about my current predicament.
