Soulmate Of A True Alpha
Scene 19

Pdv Hannah

I jump to my feet and look at Stiles and Scott for a long time before I can speak.

Me: Can I ask what’s going on?

They look at each other for a moment to see who will speak first.

Stiles: You… What do you remember?

Me: That you left and that I really thought I was going to die. What’s next?

Scott puts his head down. Ever since I woke up, he hasn’t looked me in the eye for a second, but this seems worse.

Me: Is something wrong?

Stiles: Actually, um…

They’re making the same face as when I didn’t know about the supernatural and I’m getting angry.

Me: Are you going to speak or are you going to stay silent?!!?

I get up, determined to leave the room. I want to leave. The b***d boils inside me but I can’t leave these four walls because I need claws. I growl in anger and a hand comes to rest on my shoulder and I turn around.

Stiles: What’s wrong with you?

I don’t move. When did I start getting so angry? It’s so weird.

Me: I… I don’t know.

He looks at me for a moment and then turns to Scott.

Scott: I… For… You were going to die then ….

He gestures sadly to Stiles that he can’t do it. Stiles turns to me.

Stiles: Scott had to bite you to save you…

I hold still and stop breathing. I’m… I’m…. What?!!?

Stiles: Are you… Are you okay?

Me: I… I’m…

I wobble and fall and then black hole…

A few minutes later

I wake up in Scott’s arms. I peel myself off and sit Indian-style in front of him.

Me: So you’ve…

Scott: Yeah.

Me: And I’m…

Stiles: Yeah ….

Me: Wow…

Scott and Stiles: Yeah

I smile in spite of myself and my eyes land on the bandage covering Liam’s claw marks. I pull at it and grimace as I imagine my wound but it’s gone. My eyes widen and become round like marbles. How can that be? I run my finger over my skin a dozen times to find a mark or a trace of my wound but it’s smooth. I hold onto my arm until I’m startled when Stiles puts his hand on my shoulder.

Stiles: Are you okay?

Me: Yes, I’m…

Scott: Hannah, you’re crying.

I’m… Crying? I touch my wet cheeks to see that he’s right. I suddenly feel really bad. The air is getting less and less into my lungs. I want to get out of here. I want to get out. Without question, Stiles takes me by the arm and leads me out while Scott opens the door. We run towards the exit and I’m dazzled by the sun and the air enters me again. Two arms surround me and I take a deep breath before I realise who it is and, against all the odds, I smile.

Me: Dad