Scott calls Ray crying at 4am. Panic rushes through her. Scott is many things, but it's rare for him to become hysterical.
Ray: Scott, what's wrong?
She hears Scott take panicked breaths before he finally answers.
Scott: My teeth– [he takes another breath] – they're falling out. And-and [he struggles to breathe through the panic, and it takes longer this time for him to regain his composure. Ray can feel her own lungs ache in sympathy.] There are sharper ones growing in their place. Ray, I'm so fucking scared, I don't know what's happening to me.
Ray blinks. She thinks of the deep, painful looking bite scars she saw on Scott's arms (and probably the rest of his body, but Ray doesn't want to think about that) and has the wild thought that Scott could be a werewolf, then pushes it away.
Ray: (hesitantly) Did your mom ever mention anything to you about–? (whatever this is, she thinks a bit hysterically) Or maybe it has something to do with your um (Ray bites her lip, not wanting to bring it up, but forcing herself to anyway) scars?
Silence meets her words. She can hear him trying to formulate a response. Whether his response will be angry or not at her prying, she can't determine.
Scott: When I was little, my mom did say something about my dog teeth coming in, but I didn't know what she was talking about. I still don't. I thought maybe it was just an expression.
He sniffles on the other end of the line. Ray imagines him sitting somewhere in the woods, or in Anne's parents' barn next to the chicken coop, holding a cigarette in one hand while the other rubs at the spot between his brows like he always does when he's stressed or upset. She wants to smooth it out with a fingertip like she always does, but she's too far away.
Scott: Am I turning into a monster?
"No," Ray answers, automatically. There's not a shred of doubt in that fact; she feels it in her marrow. Scott is many things, but a monster is not one of them. He is the question and the answer, The other half of her soul. But maybe monsters feel that way about their soulmates too.
"Whatever is happening," continues Ray, "We'll figure it out. Together."
"Okay," says Scott, voice soft.