You and Theo exit the truck. He picks you up and your lips meet his as he walks carefully to your side door. Miraculously, you make it inside without bumping into anything or letting your grip of him slip one bit. Theo puts you down, but the two of you continue to kiss, his hands moving down your sides and around your hips while yours tug at his shirt, wanting more with the kissing becoming more aggressive and messier. As you go to enter the hallway, a light turns on and Scott is sitting on the couch that faces the hallway. His head is cocked while his eyebrows are raised like he's your dad catching you coming home after sneaking out.
"This is just got awkward." Theo whispers in your ear, just breaking his mouth from yours.
"Uh, hey, Scott." You nod with wide eyes, chuckling with embarrassment.
"You couldn't wait one night before sneaking out?"
"Are you my dad?" You retort.
"Well, actually, kind of."
You take that in because he is your alpha which does make him kind of a weird parental figure. "Well, guess it's just my job to sneak out then." You shrug.
Scott sighs but he soon looks amused. "Can I talk to you, alone?" Scott's eyes move between you and Theo.
"You're not really asking him to leave, are you?" Your brows scrunch with increasing annoyance.
"No." Scott shakes his head only once, catching you and Theo off guard. "Just somewhere that isn't this room."
"My room's down the hall to the right." You eye Scott with suspicion before looking to Theo who just shrugs with wide eyes.
"Continue later?" A sly smirk graces his face as he whispers before walking away. You shake your head, holding the same smirk he did.
"What?" You ask Scott once Theo is completely out of view.
"You're playing with fire, y/n." He warns as you move to sit beside him.
"Yeah, but I'm a werewolf so I'll heal."
Scott lets out a loud laugh as his head in thrown back. "Alright."
"Alright?" You look to him with a hopeful smile.
"You really like him."
You cheeks burn red. "Yeahhhh."
"It's still a bad idea but," Scott's eyes move to the floor and gloss over. "wow."
"Is it that obvious?" Your voice comes down.
"When you're around Lydia and Stiles next time, tell me how much Stiles like her."
"Werewolf thing, huh?"
"Yeah, you'll figure it out."
You ponder for a second as you question how much you like Theo or if it's just because this all new to you and he's dangerous. "So, because I like him, you're not gonna like hold me, hostage, away from him?"
Scott's eyes move to the floor as the mood in the room starts to shift. It's heavy with memories and sadness. "No." Scott's head shakes once as he meets your eyes again.
"Why not?" You furrow eyebrows. "I mean, there has to be a reason."
"Tomorrow's the full moon. You'll see then, if I'm right."
"What's the full moon have to do with anything?" Scott's eyes turn with disapproval. "I know what the full moon is, I mean about Theo. Jeez. "
"You'll find out. Just make sure Theo is around." Scott rolls his eyes, not liking that he has to have Theo around at all.
"What about Liam?"
"I'll talk to him. I don't want you two killing each other."
"Alrighty, then." You shake your head, not bothering to ask any more questions. "I'm gonna go to bed then." You sidestep towards the hall to your room but are stopped by Scott's voice.
"Y/n, bad news."
"His eyes are still yellow." Your voice is quiet as you stop to stare at Scott.
Silence fills the room before you start walking all the way to your room, not being stopped by Scott this time. Theo is standing in your room, looking around at your walls that accurately display all of your hobbies and passions. You stand in your doorway and just watch him, interested in what's going through his head but not wanting to interrupt.
He picks up a picture frame you have on your dresser. Your heart plummets into your stomach as he examines it. It's on display but you don't like when people touch it or ask about it. It's yours. But, you find yourself unable to stop him, mostly because if you do, he'll question why you're so irrationally upset over a small picture.
"Oh, hey." He turns around, frame still in hand. "Everything okay?" He places the frame down and your blood cools immediately.
"Yeah." You nod and walk in the room. "Just watching."
"Come on, what's wrong? Scott giving you shit?" The corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk with the soft-hearted joke.
Your eyes glance to the frame, just a nanosecond, like a reflex before you look back to Theo. "Actually, you have to be around for the full moon tomorrow."
"Why am I starting to think it's a setup?"
"If it is, it's a setup for us both because Scott isn't telling me anything."
"No idea what he has planned?"
"Well, I assume he's chaining me to a tree." You nod and Theo lets out a chuckle. "That's what he did to Liam so probably gonna happen to me, too."
Theo lets out a laugh so loud you thought he was going to wake your parents. "Scott chained him to a tree?" Theo says between laughs. "I'm sorry. Not funny." He stops laughing but his lips curl into each other, ready to burst with more laughter.
"Liam has anger issues!" You yell, doubling over in laughter. "It was hilarious."
"Now you get to endure the same thing."
"Or not and that's why you have to be there."
"Maybe they're hoping you try and kill me."
"Probably." Your laughing subsides and turns into a soft smile.
"Well, you're gonna be for in for a great night tomorrow." Theo's eyes widen with sarcasm. "So, sleep?" Theo asks, the mood from just minutes prior completely killed.
"Sleep." You nod, glancing over to your frame one last time before climbing into bed.
Theo climbs in with you, laying on his back and allowing you to curl into his chest with his arm around you. You fixed your eyes on the frame that shines with the occasional lights of passing cars as you focus on Theo's heartbeat, careful not to let yourself slip. You didn't think so many normal things would be triggers. Sounds, your friends, pictures. It seems everything and anything can just trigger the movement of your blood, begging you to shift.
You never thought being a werewolf would be easy. You've watched Liam and you even watch Scott. He makes it look easy sometimes but other times, you know he's struggling. Not necessarily with the actual shifting but with just not being human, having the responsibilities and instinct.
"Hey," Theo says as his shoulder twitches up to get your attention. "What's going on?" His eyebrows are furrowed when you look to him.
"Nothing." You groan and move your head back down.
"Something wrong. What is it?"
"Stop doing that."
"I can't help it." Theo's eyes roll as he sits up, moving you off of him. "I can't help it and I think you're getting that right about now."
"Why can everyone else control it but you can't? Stiles said you could control your heartbeat when you were lying so Scott couldn't see through it. If you can control that, you can control picking up on my shit." You sit up, face to face with the green-eyed boy.
"It's not like that." Theo's teeth grit together as he starts becoming more and more annoyed. "I mean, I really can't help it around you. I can't shut it off like that. You don't get it, but you will. There's something wrong so stop trying act like you're fine."
"I'm just tired." You shake your head and rub your eyes.
"Bullshit." He shakes his head. "I know tired and you're not it." He bites back.
"You touched my picture." The words fall from your mouth as your eyes dart to your desk. You purse your lips, knowing he's going to think it's the most ridiculous thing in the world. Who gets upset over a picture?
"That's it? What's-" Theo starts, turning to look back at the picture. His face quickly softens as he looks back to you. "What happened?"
"Hit and run. Seven years ago." The inside of your cheek grows sore as you bite down, trying to prevent yourself from screaming in anger or crying in utter heartbreak. "He was, uh, gonna go to, uh, SAIC in Chicago the next day." Flashes of memories of your brother come to you in waves as your heart speeds up and your blood rushes. Your skin aches and your once taut mouth falls limp, ready to let out a sob at any given moment. Your fists close and you dig your nails into your skin, anything to get your mind to stop replaying the same moments over and over.
Theo's brows raise with remorse and empathy. "I'm-I''m really sorry." His heartbeat fills your ears. It's hard and broken, just like yours.
"It's been seven years." You lick your lips and swallow hard. "He was spending the day with me and I really wanted ice cream so we were walking. A car came out of nowhere and got onto the damn sidewalk."
Flashes of that night come flooding in like water once a dam has given way. He was leaving and you hated it. You hated every second of it. He was your older brother. He babysat you and was like another best friend. If you and Liam were in a fight, he'd tell you to suck it up and make up with him. Of course, he would just tell you that to get you to shut up sometimes but he looked out for you. All you wanted was an ice cream cone. Nine years old and you got to witness one of the most important people in your life be run over. Everyone experiences a trauma during their childhood, but most get lucky and don't have to dress in black, carry little white flowers with a tear-soaked face and bloody fists. But, maybe that explains why it's easier to pretend like he never existed besides that one picture you have.
"They ever find who did it?"
You let out a growl as your teeth grind, only remembering bits of the investigation in firey red. "No." Your word is short and sharp. "Maybe, that's why I have such a strong distaste for Stiles. His dad can stand around and help with supernatural bullshit but he can't-" You snarl as blood starts to drip from palms. "He couldn't find out who ran over my brother. What kind of sheriff is that? And maybe because I can't disrespect authority, I blame Stiles because maybe, had Stiles just kept his damn nose where it belonged, maybe they would have caught the son of a bitch." You don't know if Stiles was involved in whatever Beacon Hills police were doing at the time but you do know Stiles and Scott well enough to know they were probably inserting themselves in whatever was happening.
Theo's eyes glance down, noticing the veins in your hands sticking out, rushing with the dripping blood. "You're right." He says, one eyebrow cocked.
"What?" You question, completely taken back. No one has ever said that. Everyone says you're just mad and you feel guilty which isn't completely wrong.
"Well, yeah, maybe if there wasn't all the supernatural shit going on. If Stiles stayed out of everyone else's business, maybe his dad could have caught the guy." Theo nods once but you sense he has more to his thought. "Or, maybe, he wouldn't have."
"But he would have!" You start yelling with a hard lump in your throat. "There would have been more time for them to find-"
"Stop." Theo cuts you off. "Maybe if it weren't for the Dread Doctors my sister would still be alive. Maybe Scott and everyone wouldn't hate me. Maybe I would be somewhere. Or maybe, all of that would have still happened, just under different circumstances. You're gonna drive yourself insane if you keep thinking that anything could have caught the guy or changed the outcome."
"End of conversation." You stop, not wanting to have an argument with Theo. You already have one hell of a short fuse and talking about your bother makes that fuse shorter. A fork falling to the floor is liable to spark the end and get you screaming with a red face.
"Come here." Theo says as you go to lay back. His arms tug you into him. Your heart pounds against his chest but in seconds, everything starts to become calm. Your jaw loosens and your shoulders relax. Tear ducts, you've worked so hard on keeping closed, finally open and tears fall down your cheeks. You gasp for air as you cry into Theo's warmth. He tangles one hand in your hair while the other rubs your back, letting you know it's okay.
"Your face is red." Theo says with pouted lips as you pull away just a few minutes later.
"Yeah." The word is croaked and a hint of embarrassment touches you.
"Does Scott know?" Theo's hands cup your face and wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"If he does," You start, looking at Theo's perfect forest green eyes. "he hasn't said anything."
"You should make sure he knows." Theo's eyes gloss over.
"I don't talk about it. To anyone. I'm telling you because I knew you'd get it."
"Is that why you're the one willing to give me another chance?" He cocks his eyebrow as his hands fall to your forearms, resting sweetly.
You nod slowly. "Yeah. Everyone has a little evil in them. It just takes something traumatic to bring it out sometimes." You keep your voice soft as you trace the veins sticking out from Theo's arms. Theo looks at you quizzically with the corner of his mouth just tugged up. "What?" You ask, stopping the circular movements.
He continues to stare, as if questioning what to tell you. "Nothing." He shakes his head and moves his stare to your hands, flipping them over. "You healed." He huffs, as if to be proud.
"Yeah," You smile looking down. "I guess that's a cool werewolf thing." The sarcasm falls with a quiet chuckle.
"Oh yeah, it's the excessive hair that's not cool." Theo retorts.
"Ugh, gross." You scoff in response. "Hey, where'd you go when I was out in the hospital?"
"Around." Theo lays back, placing a hand under his head.
"Around where?" You push, biting your bottom lip.
"Hunting down the moron that shot you with the arrow." The arrogant smirk makes its way onto his face again, making your roll your eyes with the shake of your head.
"Oh? What'd you do when you found them?"
"How do you know I found them?" Theo questions, the smirk not budging despite him trying act humble.
"You're arrogant." You throw your head with laughter. "You wouldn't have told me if you didn't find them."
"Nolan."
"Nolan? Like, Nolan, Nolan?" Your brows furrow as questions run through your head. You never had a problem with Nolan. You weren't completely fond of him but there was never a problem. Well, besides him wanting to be captain of the lacrosse team and that would be pushing Liam out of the way but, that didn't technically concern you.
"Yep." He pops the 'p'. "He's a hunter. Thought you were one of us when he shot you. Imagine his surprise when I told him you're human. Er, were human."
"Moron." You scoff in reference to Nolan. "Did you hurt him?" Your voice is hesitant, not really wanting to know.
"Nah," Theo shakes his head and his chin wrinkles. "Scared him though." His brows wiggle with the comment.
"Of course you did." Your eyes widen, teasing him.
"What? You against it suddenly?"
"I didn't say that." You lay back on your side so you can face him. "It's just, you gonna be like my bodyguard now?"
"Someone's gotta do it." He shrugs, reeking of confidence.
"You think I can't take care of myself, now?" You give puppy dog eyes, before giving an evil grin.
"Oh, no." He huffs and wraps his arm around you, flipping to his side to face you. "I know you can but someone's gotta be there to stop you from killing other people. That's what's gonna get you killed."
You stare at him for a few seconds before colliding your mouth against his, Theo not missing a beat, draping his other arm around your waist to close the tiny gap between the both of you.
"What was that for?" Hie eyes reap of seduction as you pull away.
"Just because." You whisper and pull him back to your mouth.
The small remainder of your night is spent trying to sleep but finding yourself checking on Theo everytime he almost falls asleep. His heart always slows down and even though you know that's normal, it freaks you out enough to look at him, make sure he's okay. That just leads to him chuckling and giving soft kisses, reassuring you it's okay.
Whether anyone liked it or not, Theo seems to be your person and you don't have any control over it. And, by him telling you he can't help but pay attention, you're assuming you're at least some type of person to him. More than what he's had in a long time. You found common ground with someone who was out to murder everyone you care about. You'd love to blame it on being a new werewolf but you'd be lying to yourself. You'd feel the exact same way even if you didn't get shot with an arrow, if Liam and Scott and Stiles hadn't shown up. You're terrified but sometimes the things you're most scared of, are the ones that mean the most.