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by Amanda O.
What was I supposed to do? It was all so confusing. I looked into Scotts glowing yellow eyes, and that was proof enough. After trying to get my life together as it is, now I have to balance the supernatural world on top of that. We were standing in the Beacon Hills Veterinary Office, where we both work. Our boss, Dr. Deaton, had just left the room and Scott told me news that he looked like he couldn’t hold in any longer.
“Scott… why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked him as his eyes returned to their normal dark brown color that matched his hair, the color I knew as my best friends eyes.
“Stiles was the only other person who knew. When I went back into the woods to retrieve the inhaler that I had lost… I, I don’t really remember much. I just remember being chased by that wolf-like creature…” He replied with his head down. I never would have imagined anything like this happening to my
best friend, and I was slightly hurt that he told our other friend Stiles about it before he told me, but thats beside the big point here. My best friend is a
werewolf.
It all just seemed so distant. Ever since I was a little kid, I have always been intrigued by this whole new world of supernatural creatures, I always enjoyed reading the myths and legends. And even still at age 16, I still got little excited at the mention of wolves. I just can’t picture my best friend out there fighting mythical creatures defending himself… although it is kinda cool…
I hate to admit it, but I might be a little jealous of Scott. In all the 10 years that him, Stiles and I have known each other never once have we ever gotten into big fights or been jealous of one another. It has to happen at some point I mean we all expected it to happen, just not now. Right now is a really, really bad time to have our first fight… but he always gets everything. Good grades, popularity, and now the gift of supernatural. It’s not fair.
“Scott how come everything happens to you? I mean, if anyone, I should be the werewolf here, don’t you think? It’s always been my thing! Its just like everything else!” I said beginning to raise my voice. “For example, I study for hours, you do nothing, yet you get the better grade. I study wolves all my life and you walk into the woods one time and come out a werewolf!” I said, crossing my arms.
“Do you really think I
tried to get
bitten by a
wolf?! Of course not! This is all new and quite concerning if you ask me, and you’re the only person here who can help but you’re too busy pouting. For all I know I was bitten by a rabid canine, and I could
die. The friend I trusted the most—“ He was interrupted by the sound of the heavy metal door swinging open. Dr. Deaton stumbled in and set a whimpering dog on the examining table. I examined the dog, coming to the conclusion that it had either broken a leg or hip, while Scott went looking around the room for something to soothe the dogs pain.
“Wheres all the—“ Scott began.
“Nevermind Scott you come examine the dog tell me what you think I’ll find the pain relievers, I think I saw them over here…” I said frantically searching around the room. The dog was whimpering loudly and constantly, it was pretty ear piercing.
“I think he's going to need surgery, I’m going to go get the numbing shots ready just in case.” Dr. Deaton told us making his way into the surgery room.
I continued looking for our pain relieving medication when all of a sudden the whimpering stopped. I slowly turned around to see Scott standing next to the hurt dog with on hand on its leg and making direct eye contact with glowing yellow eyes.
“What the—“ Dr. Deaton dropped the syringes he held in his hands, shattering them on the floor.
“Doctor, it’s hard to explain—“ Scott began.
“Scott, you just look the dogs pain away with your hands and judging by your golden eyes I can obviously make the assumption that you were bitten by an alpha werewolf, am I right?” Scott and I exchanged a look of disbelief as we heard what the doctor had to say. How did he know what Scott was?
“Yes. How’d you know?” We asked at the same time.
“Scott, I specialize in the supernatural of Beacon Hills. Do you know who bit you?”
“No. I was in the woods looking for my inhaler which I’d lost the day before when I was going for a run. It was dark… the last thing I remember were two bright red eyes.”
“Well Scott, I think you’ve found yourself in a pack, my friend. I think I know where we can find someone who can help you. I should take care of our patient here, but you can find him at the old abandoned house on the top of the hill. His name is Derek Hale, and he is your new leader, the Alpha of the pack.”
Scott just nodded his head and sent me a questioning, ‘are you coming?’ sort of look and I nodded back. He thanked Dr. Deaton and we made our way outside where Scott called Stiles to come pick us up and drive us to the destination of where we would find Derek Hale. As I sat in the back of Stiles’ blue Jeep, I realized that this is our first mission together with a
werewolf, my best friend, Scott McCall, the
werewolf, and certainly not our last.
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