#i. scott

[roseofroman]

@alphakage the messenger

With Stiles now stable, Roman knew the next job was important and could no longer be put off. 

The pack, Stiles’ odd pack, would no doubt be frantic with worry over where Stiles was. It had been almost a whole twenty-four hours since the massacre and Roman realised as far as they were concerned Stiles dropped off the map.

Approaching what Roman found out from Peter to be the residence of one True Alpha, the vampire nearly backed out. He nearly turned tail and ran back into the night with the intention of never stepping foot in Beacon Hills again. 

But he couldn’t do that. His family, his brother, never got to know what happened to him. It wasn’t fair to do the same to Stiles’ own brother.

Taking an unnecessary breath to steady himself, Roman stepped up onto the porch and knocked politely on the door.

It was night time, Roman immediately reasoned, looking for an excuse to leave. Scott and whoever else lived there were clearly busy asleep-

 - the door opened, cutting Roman’s mental flurry short.

[benside]

@alphakage​ my house your house

The last time she’d come to Scott’s, it had been Derek who’d answered. 

This time she’d texted ahead to check that her friend would actually be there, and learning he was, Lydia had wasted no time driving over. She’d caught up with almost everyone so far, but aside from a phone call she’d not managed to catch up properly with Scott.

Lydia opened the door, letting herself in without a care given Scott knew she was coming, and dropped down onto the couch.

“Ugh. This week.” was all she said.

The banshee craned her neck up to see around the room, trying to work out where Scott was. She’d no doubt he’d heard her, whether he was in the living room or not, given werewolf hearing.

“I said ugh, this week!”