Scott’s arms instinctively wrapped around the young beta, as if he was trying to protect him from any more danger or pain. With all his might, Scott wanted to take away any pain until Liam began to heal — so why didn’t that happen?! In this moment, the alpha wished he could trade places. He never wanted this for Liam. All he could do was trying to calm the beta down — somehow. »Sshh— I’m here. And you will heal. Trust me.« Hell, Scott didn’t even know if he could trust himself.
It was more than terrifying. Liam wasn't made for this, he wasn't brave like Scott or loyal like Stiles or courageous as Lydia. No, he was a fucking baby werewolf. "Scot-- I'm sorry, I wasn't a good beta." Liam knew he was Scott's first which for some reason just made it all worse. They had been attacked by some monstrous thing and there he was, dying in the arms of his alpha.





