I couldn’t help but watch her running the track around the field, her black tank showing off the tattoos on her arms. The girl was covered in ink, giving me reason to give her the nickname. The sun shone off her sweat glistened body, something I couldn’t help but smirk at.
Ink had always been an odd one, not really having friends except for my sister and I. Anytime someone tried to get close to her, she just walked away, but it was understandable with what she had been through. There was even a time when some of the older students tried to bully her, seeing her as a lone wolf (no pun intended), just waiting to be devoured. They stopped when she punched one in his face and broke his nose.
I scanned her once more, just now noticing the white gauze wrapped around her right wrist. Tilting my head, I sniffed the air, not getting any chemo signals of her being hurt. Guess she just added to the collection of art on her gorgeous figure.
I guess she felt me staring since she looked me straight in the eyes before nodding her head in acknowledgement. I nodded back before listening more to the coach, some of my hearing still concentrating on Ink’s heartbeat.
I stopped by her locker just as she was about to head home, leaning against one to her side so I could wait for her to notice me. Closing her locker, Ink turned to me, an eyebrow cocked as she waited for me to say something. “New ink,” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and nodding toward her wrist.
“Yeah, wanna see?” She looked up at me, her eyes showing her excitement and I could hear her heartbeat accelerate.
I told her yes before she removed the bandage and I couldn’t help but smile. On her wrist was a tribal wolf, howling at a full moon in its background. “Why’d you get that?”
This time she grinned, “I have a thing for wolves,” she told me, winking before walking to her car.
Scott and the pack sat together on the bleachers, some talking while others studied. You would normally be with them but seeing as you weren’t human made it impossible.
Let me start from the beginning. You are a werecoyote, a born one that had always been friends with Scott and Stiles, but it wasn’t until after Scott was bitten that you decided to tell them. You helped him when Derek or Stiles could not, making it easier for Scott to understand what it means to be a shifter.
When Scott needed help to hide from hunters and all Derek could do was bitch at him, the new wolf ran to you. He also ran to you when he decided he wanted to date Allison; sure, you didn’t agree with it, but you were supportive if it made him happy.
After she decided to move on to Isaac, Scott was almost back to being a new wolf again. He couldn’t control his shifts, couldn’t help when it was needed against animals or other wolves. But you were there to help him in the best way you could, finding out that you were better at soothing him than even Allison had been.
Then it happened, Scott called for your help. You shifted into your coyote form, running to him as fast as you could. That was when you saw your alpha lying on the concrete, his breathing heavy and a wolf towering over him. You stayed quiet as you scooted towards Scott, touching to take some of his pain.
It wasn’t until later that you realized that you had taken too much for him. You woke up on a steel table, the pack looking over you as Deaton spoke to them. You felt your ears perk up when Scott called your name.
You went to say something, but all that was heard was a whine, making your eyes widen as you looked at Deaton, pleadingly.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t change back. You took so much from Scott that your body won’t allow it,” the vet told you with a sigh, making you whimper again.
“Maybe Scott can do the alpha thing and she can change back,” Stiles added after a few moments of silence.
Your tail wagged at the idea, hitting the table hard and causing a thump sound each time it moved.
“I wouldn’t advise it, seeing as how her body is staying transformed for her health. If Scott were to make her change, it could be damaging.”
The group sighed, Scott holding you to put you back on the floor. You shook, your fur standing up as it should be. Your nails clicked on the floor as you headed to the back door of the vet’s office.
That was a year ago. Ever since then, you’ve had to stay in the woods around the school campus to stay even remotely close to your friends while they were at school.
When school was over, you were always in the back of Stiles’ jeep, no one really knowing how you got in there to begin with. He would always drive you over to Scott’s before he headed home, knowing that if you went to his house, you’d walk all the way there anyway. At least this way didn’t put you in danger with animal control.
You did everything with Scott when he was home, everything except follow him into the bathroom. You may be shifted, but that didn’t mean you lost your manners. That’s when you went downstairs and grabbed a drink, bringing it to Melissa so she could open it for you and pour it into a bowl.
One day, while everyone was at work or school, you decided to stay in Scott’s bed, your body so relaxed and your eyes so tired that you didn’t want to move. When your eyes opened again, you felt really cold, a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time.
Stretching, you looked down to the body of a naked teenage girl. You couldn’t believe it, moving your toes to make sure it was you. Oh how you missed being in human form and the first thing you did was take a shower. The warm water felt good on your skin as you washed away the past year. You would never let Scott wash you nor anyone else, but you never stunk so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Changing into some of Scott’s clothes, you looked out his window to see the tree that shadowed his house. You couldn’t help but smile as you ran downstairs and outside. You couldn’t help the feeling you got at knowing you could climb a tree, something you never did before but wanted to do it every day now that you could.
That was where Scott found you when he arrived home, dropping his bag and following you up there. You sat waiting for him, a smile gracing your lips when he sat beside you. “Hey,” you croaked, your voice cracking at the unusual ability.
“I missed you,” Scott told you, hugging you tightly.
“You too.”
After that, you always seemed to be perched in a tree as you watched your surroundings or read. You needed this form of freedom now. “Come on, Tarzan,” Scott called to you through his window.
You grinned, jumping through the hole into his room. “Scott.” He looked at you quizzically, knowing your tone. You stepped towards him, grabbing the collar on his shirt and kissing him quickly. He was in shock when you pulled away. “I needed to make sure I did that in case I might be shifted again,” you told him before placing a finger to his lips. “I know that you want to apologize for what happened to me, but don’t. I would gladly do it over again and die for you, even if that kiss leads nowhere.”
Removing your finger from his lips, he surged toward you, kissing you again.
You had known Liam for a very long time, ever since first grade when he got mad at a kid for bullying you. That was when you two became friends, him being there to help you out of situations while you helped him calm down when his anger came out to play.
Even after Liam was kicked out of school and had to go to Beacon Hills High, you both kept in touch. Mostly texting and emails, but there were also the few times you got to hang out.
Something happened after school started up, he just suddenly fell off your radar. He never answered his phone when you texted or called, your emails went unanswered, and when you went to ask his step-dad at the hospital you only received the answer of ‘he’s just been busy, I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon.’
Not only had be stopped talking to you, now you had to deal with the bullies from school on your own. Before, he was always there for you when you called, needing someone to vent to. Now you were alone.
For some reason, you went from being his Evergirl to his Nevergirl.
Hiding your emotions behind a death glare, you walked around school and stayed quiet. No one noticed, but why would they? You were only wanted when they needed someone to tease.
“Why the look,” Brett Talbot asked you one day when the halls were empty.
You glared up at him, your hands curling into fists inside your pockets. You weren’t in the mood to deal with the bully, just like you weren’t in the mood to deal with his crap anymore. “Why do you care, Talbot?”
Brett’s nostrils flared for a second before calming himself down. “You haven’t been yourself lately so I thought you might need someone to talk to.”
Even though you found it strange that the jock was speaking to you as a human, you answered, “What I need to for someone to remind Liam that I still exist and that he left me alone.” Your eyes widened at realizing you told Brett everything.
Brett only smirked, looking at you with mischief in his eyes. “I’ll make sure to tell him when I see him at the game this Friday.”
Friday night came and went with you sitting in your room, staring at the ceiling. Then you heard your phone go off from a text. Noticing who it was from, you couldn’t wait to read it.
Hey, Evergirl, have a question for you: why the hell did you send Talbot after me and why are you even talking to him?
You couldn’t believe what Brett did: he actually did what he said he would. You proceeded to text back:
I thought I was Nevergirl now; needed someone to talk to since you haven’t been around, and Brett was more than willing. Go back to being busy.
Your phone went off again, but this time you didn’t even look. Even when your ringtone played for Liam, you ignored it, instead you turned your phone off and rolled over so your back was to the cell. If he wanted a Nevergirl, he was gonna get one.
