why he had initially thought that running ten miles through the heavily wooded forest in only his pa- jamas and no shoes was a good idea still hasn’t sunk in. all liam knows is the fluttering of his own heart against his skin, threatening to bust out with golden eyes and claws waiting to be stained with blood --whether it’s his blood or someone else’s doesn’t matter.
he panicked.
panicked when meditative breathes and calming music didn’t help. panicked when the old mantra didn’t work. panicked when the thought of his so- called anchor didn’t help. panicked and almost broke out of his bedroom through the window to tear through the forest searching for something.
and apparently that something is scott mccall because when his attention shifts from his harsh breathing and thuding heartbeat, it’s to the familiar doorstep of the mccalls.
(( isthatmybat ))
