The wolf was tired – but he didn’t want to rest. In fear that perhaps his shelter may not be strong enough; may not be suitable enough to take refugee in for the night. Of course, he was not foolish enough to think that he didn’t need to rest ; but, instead just fearful that freedom could be short lived. It was not the zombies he was afraid of getting in – he could take care of them with no issues.
He wasn’t scared of the hunters – only scared of what they were capable of. Only scared that, through him, they would find Cora. He hadn’t been able to figure out why they wanted Cora; they wouldn’t tell him. Only that they needed her for something. Something Derek couldn’t give them. ( To spare his younger sister the heartache of them hunting her down – if he could’ve, he would’ve. )
Albeit – as he muses over what to do for the night – as it’s getting dark soon, a scent hits him. Not just one scent, many scents all at once. Most of them familiar. Scott. Stiles. Isaac-? Jackson?
But, the ones he latched himself onto the most – the ones perhaps that confused him in some ways – were the familiar and comforting scents of family. CORA WAS HERE, and the confusion of her scent stemmed from the fact that there was a lack of the wild wolf he had grown up with. Laura … ? HIS MOTHER? Maybe he had been held longer than he thought he had, maybe he had lost it – maybe this was a cruel trick of the end of the world. But, he couldn’t be sure until he checked it out; if it truly was a trick, what else did he have to lose if he had already lost his sanity?
He hesitates at the gates of the hotel – contemplating merely barging in. Howling was not an option; it was dark and would attract walkers. So, he wraps his fingers around the gates and waits – waits to first see if he can see anyone out in the dark – bright blue piercing the night.
They told her that walking was good, that it’d ease the pain and maybe it’d speed along the process, too. She called complete and utter bullshit, but she’d humor them, if it’d only bring her some goddamn peace. She was large now, very clearly due at any time, which meant that everybody and their mother (literally) wanted to crowd around her (just in case, they’d say.) But Cora couldn’t take it. She just wanted some peace.
So she went on walks, usually at night and usually outside. She knew someone would be watching, but at least this way she could BREATHE. It was... something, at least.
It was cold enough that she could see her breath, but she could still get by with wearing a light jacket. Her hair, which probably hadn’t been brushed in weeks, was up in a bun, high enough that it’d stay out of her way, save the few strands that had already fallen out. Already she had contemplated on cutting it a few times, saving her time and effort, but...
Her eyes trailed to the gate keeping them safe and in the split second that she saw the figure, she assumed the worst. Her first fear was hunters- how had they already found them? They had barely found each other. Without her wolf, she had no way of telling that the figure was familiar, and yet-- There was a faint light. A silhouette she was strangely familiar with seemed to stand against the bars with a purpose. Not a zom, then? No...
She took another step towards, her voice sore when she finally allowed herself to speak. “...Derek?” It wasn’t possible.
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