Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

2:14 It's Concrete, Not Wood

Warning: panic attacks, transformation, deliberate vagueness, mentions of demons, transformations, injuries

She stood in the forest. She didn't know which forest, or where exactly the forest was. She brushed aside a branch and walked through the trees. 

She could hear the sounds of animals nearby. Foxes, birds, squirrels, coyotes, otters. But they were all faded. It sounded like they were a thousand miles away. 

She walked into a glade with green grass that was knee high. The trees were less, allowed her to see the clear blue sky. 

All around in the clearing, there were bears. Some stood on back legs, others on all fours. One laid beneath a pine tree. Another was sat on a tree stump. 

They were all of different sizes, with different coloured fur. One was barely older then a cub. There was a bigger one in the corner with more muscels then nescessary. There was an older bear with a frame so thin, she could see every bone in their body. 

But the thing that stood out most to her were the eyes. All of the bears eyes were different colours. Forest green, mud brown, slate gray, ocean blue, even gold and fiery red. 

They all stood in the clearing, formed a giant circle. The only incomplete part, was where she stood. 

The bear across from her, on the opposite side of the clearing, walked forward. 

She could tell without even thinking that this one was the oldest, the first. She could also tell he was a he. His fur was dark brown, his eyes were a swirl of colours, creating a rainbow in his irises. He was bigger then a normal bear by about a foot, and she had no doubt he could squash her like a bug if he wanted to. But his eyes were intelligent and kind. They watched her, advised her at the same time. 

He stopped in front of her. Every single bear in the glade was watching them. She felt them watching her. 

He opened his mouth. Vic wasn't scared. Despite his canines, she had no reason to be. 

"You must claim your place with us, makwa," he told her. 

Despite him using another language, she understood him perfectly. He called her bear. "How?" she asked. 

"Follow the trail. Find your path." 

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The sign on the door read 'Open.' The door to the animal clinic opened, the bell rang slightly as the door moved. Deaton walked out of the examination room. He froze when he saw her in the waiting room. "Vic." 

"Hey, Doc," she said. She had her hands shoved in her pockets, to keep them still. But she wanted to move them everywhere suddenly. Touch her necklace, run them through her hair, crack her knuckles. 

"Scott's not here, if you're wondering," he told her. 

"I didn't come here for Scott," she said.

He nodded in realization. "Well then how about we go into the other room?" He opened the divider, let her past the mountain ash barrier. She walked with him into the exam room, having a sense of deja vu. 

"So, what can I help you with?" Deaton asked. 

Vic took a breath and traced her fingers along her necklace. "Something the nogitsune said," she explained. "It just keeps coming back to me. 'Someone with your heritage.' Like it knew something about my ancestors. And last night, I had this dream. I don't remember most of it. But I know that there were a lot of... not exactly people watching me, but someone watching me. It was in the middle of a forest, it was very green. And one of the... things said, 'Follow the trail. Find your path.'"