It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 5 - The Tell

I start to head to him but he puts up his hands again and shakes his head vehemently no, sending a glare to keep me in place as he's groaning with the pain that shelf is obviously causing shockingly chivalrous

Hiding behind the ladder as my only barrier I hear and see a definite animal outline in the shadow come up on Jackson, it's claw coming up to his neck.

I look around me trying to find anything to defend us with when it lets out a growl, connects it's red fucking eyes with me, and in a flash takes off running. Next thing I hear is it crashing through the front window and taking off into the night.

Phone already to my ear connecting to 911 I get up and run over to Jackson. Using my tiny arm muscle, I am able to lift it long enough for Jackson to scoot out from under the shelf. He goes to get up but I push his shoulder back down "No stay laying down until the paramedics get here"

He scoffs and attempts to push up onto his hands "What– no I'm fine."

I increases my hold on his shoulder, going for a more gentle tone "You don't know that, shut up and lay there please– adrenaline is a bitch."

He huffs but surprisingly listens as I fill in the dispatcher on the dead body and Jackson's condition. I end the call and we wait for the ambulance to get here.

Turning his head slightly he interrupts the silence "What was that thing, did you see anything?"

I flick my eyes from the front window and down to his face, shaking my head as I grumble "Other than a terrifying animal decide neither of us looked appetizing? No– nothing." Terrifying what I'm guessing was the fucking Alpha is what the fuck I saw, but you don't need to know that

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Sitting with Lydia on the back of the ambulance, the paramedics are finishing checking me over when the Sheriff's car pulls up next to us. I let out a breath of relief when I see a familiar buzzcut boy sitting in the front seat.

Jackson is getting increasingly angrier by the second because they won't let him leave. I close my eyes, shaking my head before I open them and they immediately connect with honey orbs that widen upon seeing me sup bestie

"Why the hell can't I just go home?! I'm fine." Jackson is shouting to anyone who will listen.

Sheriff walks up and addresses the douche canoe "I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just want to make sure you don't have a concussion."

Turning to me, Mr. S silently asks if I'm ok to which I respond with a small smile and nod of my head just before Jackson interrupts my second dad's concern "What part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home."

Mr. S turns back to him and lifts his arm like he's trying to calm down the potential threat "And I understand that–"

Jackson grits his teeth before he exclaims "No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you!"

"Hey!" I shout completely done with his fucking attitude as I sit up straighter I'm so ready to kick him in his shin