This afternoon has been an adventure. No, no one has even died yet, But Robyn is ready to strangle Scott at any given moment. Thank God Stiles was in the middle, this werewolf hated having this talk. (He’s been trying to avoid this discussion, because his continuous attitude already says so much...) “Okay. Y’wanna know what I really think---?” Robyn asked, brows furrowed. The Hale’s arms cross, leaning back on his seat, glaring the other boys. “McCall, you’re FUCKING ungrateful.” There. He finally said it aloud, watching Scott and Stiles react so negatively to the statement.
As a young werewolf, he’s watched humans receive the gift of turning and being forever humble by joining his family’s pack. This is the first time someone has wanted to... revert back to becoming a human. Robyn couldn’t wrap his head around it, who cared if Scott was now more comfortable? ---He never wanted to squash the issue, he just wanted this to be an unspoken tension between the wolves. But the older of the three had too much pride, he was a proud werewolf and never wanted to change at all.
“Do you not... understand the lineage you now represent?” He asked sternly, scowling and clearly focused on the other werewolf. “I honestly don’t care if Uncle Pete almost mauled you to death. You’re alive. STRONGER AND FASTER than our entire lacrosse team. Didn’t you have asthma------?” And before Stiles could step in, the Hale's frustrated expression quickly shifts towards him, for a second.
“Let him speak dude, I’ve been absolutely dying to know how your friend really thinks too.”
