#v: polypack

[mccallofthewild]

Waiting on you

backfromlondon

Scott was stretched out over the couch, flicking through the channels. He was supposed to be spending the day with Jackson, but he hadn't heard from him all day. He was already two hours late and Scott was wondering if any of his other pack members were busy. Maybe Peter? He didn't feel like he'd spent much time with Peter in the past week or so. Yeah, if Jackson didn't show up soon, he'd go try to crawl into Peter's bed if the man that bit him would have him tonight. Nights with Peter were always fun. They shared a strange but playful duality since Peter was in some sense his alpha while he was also Peter's.

But Peter still wasn't Jackson.

[mccallofthewild]

That didn't sound good

wereyoulonely

It was just supposed to be a skirmish. But the guys on the other team seemed to have a different idea. BH was in the lead, but they were going to change that if they had anything to do with it. They targeted Scott and hit him hard, the sound of breaking bone and rending flesh shattering the air as Scott hit the ground with a dislocated elbow and a broken collarbone, struggling to pull a breath into his lungs after that impact.

[mccallofthewild]

This is mine

broodingmystery

Scott didn't say anything. He didn't really feel like he had to. He was the alpha, and this was his pack. He just climbed onto Derek's bed and collapsed on top of the man, resting his head on Derek's chest. He'd had a long day and he needed his pack. Tonight, that meant he needed Derek Hale, the largest and arguably most reliable of his beas. Not that he didn't love the others. He loved all of his pack more than anyone had ever loved before, but tonight he needed Derek to love him back.