Severed;; Chapter: 1
Authors note: Hey everyone! this is my first time posting my stuff online for others to read! I do plan on extending this for a long while however I cant make any promises because sometimes my muse just isnt there! I do hope you enjoy chapter one enough to stick around for the ride.
“Can I see..?” Her voice was small and slightly shakey. She didn't want him to think she was prying. “Are you sure?” He asked brows furrowed. Scott’s voice had been hesitant and unsure. Was he trying to protect her from ..him? Was he afraid she would change her mind about him? Her eyes scanned his features and she sucked in her bottom lip chewing it slightly before she gave an assured nod. She felt her heart beat race a little faster when the male pulled the helmet back over his features. For a second she was sure that was the end of that conversation and disappointment settled in. But then he reached up slowly. She sucked in a slow breath holding it. The anticipation was almost suffocating. Bringing the helmet back down, resting at his torso, Kira tilted her head lips parted in curiosity but there was no denying the rush of adrenalin bubbling in her gut. His ears .. the contour of his jaw pursed out, canines protruding. Catching his eyes she watched him closely studying the red eyes before she thoughtlessly reached up. Another flutter of her heart causing her breath to catch in her throat. She was nervous, all of this fairly new to her, anything could happen now. However, Kira knew Scott.. She may not know him well enough yet to tell you his favorite movies and foods, but she knew she was safe from any and everything. He held himself like a protector. Her fingers lightly traced over the brow bone, a careful feathered touch memorizing this side of him. She trailed her digits down his cheek over his lip, eyes following the trail she left across his flesh. She retracted her hand slowly, letting her breath out slowly as his eyes faded back to the dark brown you could get lost in. She rested her hand in her other fidgeting with her fingers, a smile playing at her lips. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't satisfied with his decision to trust her with this side of him. The true alpha, Scott McCall.
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Kira let out a heavy sigh, blinking herself back into focus.. She stood in the clearing waiting. She looked around slowly, listening for any sign of life. The air was thin with the crisp of the beginnings of winter. The dried out tree branches danced back and forth in the light breeze each movement catching her eyes in the pale moon light. Nothing.. The first time she had seen the wolf side of Scott had been replaying in her mind over and over since Stiles had contacted her. She couldn't help but dwell on that first intertwining moment for them. Her lips pressed together in a tight line, brows furrowed. “Scott just isn’t….Scott” She heard Stiles’ voice ringing in her ears as if he were standing right next to her repeating the words. She remembered the shaky brokenness in the humans voice. Just the thought of losing his best friend was heart breaking for him and Kira could feel it suffocating his being. Leaving the skin walkers had been her only choice. A hard one, but the only one. She still hadn’t fully mastered the control of the fox, and that nagged at her as she left, but she pushed it aside. She left in the first place to protect the pack from herself. She would be damned if she didn't leave to save a crucial member for the stability of their pack.
She stood in the clearing, senses still at high alert armed with the katana. She hoped this plan they had thrown together worked.. God she prayed it worked.. They needed to either corner Scott or force him in the basement of the Argents. She didn't want to have to even think about taking him on in a brawl, but she knew there was a small possibility. Her brows furrowed at the thought, really the plan was unclear for here after it hit that point. Sure, getting Scott secluded so they could bring him back was smart but.. The where didn't matter as much as the how. How were they going to pull Scott out of it? She felt her chest tighten along with every muscle in her body. Her skin was pulled white over her knuckles as they clenched the Katana. How.. How did he lose himself ? He had always been so strong. He was their backbone. The one who either had all the answers or went out of his way to get them. If Scott could lose himself after holding control for so long.. What did that mean for the rest of them? Stop it, Kira. She scolded herself, if she talked herself out of any possibility of them bringing their alpha back now, they absolutely would lose him … to himself.
Kira’s head snapped up at the rustle of dried leafs up ahead. Her heart felt like it stopped. She hadn’t seen Scott in what felt like forever and this was the furthest thing from her mind in terms of their reunion. It weighed heavy on her soul. She narrowed her eyes scanning intently. Breath, Kira. She reminded herself. Starving her body of oxygen seemed to be a coping mechanism to drowned out the crippling anxiety that threatened to overtake her. She had to force herself to focus. Eyes rescanning the scenery before her. The moon laminating scarcely. She ignored the nervousness eating at her gut. The rustle perked her ears again and she shifted her stance, white knuckling the katana over her shoulder. The blurry figure passed behind the trees and her heart might as well of stopped. But, the dormant fox stirred to life. She could feel the warm embrace trying to push itself out on the front line. She breathed in deeply sorting the scents. The woods, the leaves, the air, the people… Her brows furrowed just before she let the breath out slowly. “KIRA” Stiles voice was far off but she had heard it with ease. Her feet shifted carefully just ask Scott passed through the trees halting to a stop no more than ten yards from her.
Her breath hitched in her throat but she did her best to conceal her emotions. She studied him. Clothes and flesh stained with dirt and what could either be mud or dry blood she couldn't tell from there, but the copper smell of blood was evident in the air. There was just no pin pointing where it was coming from. .. His canines bared in defense as he studied her with those red eyes.. She sucked in a broken shaky breath “Scott,” She breathed out just loud enough for him to hear. Gauging his reaction, her attention was pulled from him as Stiles and Lydia broke through the barrier of trees into sight. Good, they were okay.. Slowly she turned her focus back onto the alpha. She watched as he inhaled each ragged tired breath. They stood there for what seemed like forever, unmoving and silent. Her eyes flickering back and forth between Scott and an exhausted Lydia and Stiles. She stepped forward cautiously. The alpha’s head snapped up brows furrowed defensively, body weight shifting. Kira lowered the sword straitening her frame into a less aggressive approach. Her hand held out in front of her as if to show she meant no harm. She couldn't help but compare him to a scared animal, one forced out of its habitat because of some unforeseen natural disaster.
“Kira don’t!” Lydia’s voice cautioned. Kira just shook her head shooting a warning glance in her direction before turning back to the alpha.“Scott..” She said louder this time continuing to push forward “We just want to help.. Let us help..you” She pleaded sincerely, her features giving her feelings away. The werewolf shifted aggressively and she immediately meet the shift with her own battle stance. She could have sworn she glimpsed a flicker of hurt on his features, almost like he was wrestling with his inner turmoil. “Scott” His name fell from her lips again catching his blood red gaze. She pushed forward slowly, testing the limits. The closer she got the thicker the air seemed to get. Scott suddenly took a step back. She heard the sharp intake of air from Stiles and tearing her eyes away from the alpha, she looked up following Stiles’ gaze. Chris Argent stood just yards away from Lydia and Stiles. Damnit, Kira thought brows furrowed as they made eye contact. But she was soon filled with a sense of peace when the hunter nodded once, stern faced, but concerned none the less. He wanted to help.
Kira offered a nod in agreement. “NOW” Chris’ voice boomed louder than she had expected and hunters stepped out into the small clearing surrounding them. Her heart beat picked up as she looked around, bows drawn, knifes out, and take down ready. God, please don't let this go sour. She prayed silently letting her gaze fall back onto Scott. She could physically see that his frame tense up, shoulders hunched over as those red eyes sought a way out. “S-Scott..” She breathed out, her emotions bubbling over, breaking through her shaky voice. As if her simply pleading his name would pull him from the trance. They wouldn't be so lucky. “KIRA, YOUR EYES” Her head snapped up just as the hunters behind Scott tossing a few flash bang grenades. The kitsune moved quickly, ducking her head under her arm. The sound rang in her ears, her mind losing focus for a split second. She felt the rush of wind as Scott darted past her. The female’s frame darted around, katana pulled up defensively. As the dust settled and her eyes adjusted, she glanced around frantically. Scott was gone. And so were the hunters. “KIRA FOLLOW THEM” Lydia’s voice broke her initial panic and she gave a sharp nod, taking off toward the Argent house at the edge of the forest. She ran hard, sucking in the crisp air filling her greedy lungs.
Her feet fell shot as she came to the door. She shook her head, panic really starting to settle into the depth of her chest. Oh God where are they. She felt a lump forming in the back of her throat, hands clamming up. “S..Scott” The name fumbled from her lips clumsily once again. What if they had to kill him? What if he killed them? The evening seemed to grow louder. Cars passing by, animals rustling. Her skin felt like it was starting to crawl, her mind racing, heart pounding in her ears. Was this a panic attack? A hard hand came down on her shoulder causing her to jump, the katana clattering to loud on the concrete. “Hes .. down stairs” Chris’ solemn, hard gaze masked any hint of anything that had happened. She stared at him, wide eyed, lips parted to easier draw in the air around them. Blinking hard she frowned then nodded and stepped away from Chris. “Is he…” The words caught in her throat, her brows knitted together, eyes glued to the asphalt. God she was so weak. How had she even thought she could save Scott when even the slightest thought of having to take him down crippled her? “Go see him” Chris assured her reaching out and giving her shoulder a light squeeze. She pressed her lips together in a tight line but nodded in agreement making her way through the house and down the stairs.
The stairs creaked under her body weight as she slowly made her way down the stairs. She swallowed hard, hand gripping the railing a little too tight. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, taking in the sight of the alpha cuffed to the fence, head hung low. “Scott..”
