𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 against the window tiredly as I gaze out at the passing scenery. We're currently on our way to the cross-country meet which is a solid six hour drive away from Beacon Hills but at the speed this bus is going at it'll probably take much longer.

I'm seated at the back row of the bus on the right side, two rows behind Ethan and his boyfriend, Danny.

I'm also unfortunately opposite Scott and Stiles and can feel their periodic stares at me.

After last night, the last thing I want to do is sit in a bus with a bunch of very angry werewolves for six hours but Deucalion told Ethan and I we had to come to keep an eye on Scott and the other werewolves.

I sneak a glance over at Scott and Stiles to see Stiles talking and waving his hands around like usual while a rather pale Scott leans against the window.

Scott lifts his head from the window and turns his gaze onto me. I quickly whip my head around and continue to stare out the window.

    "You okay?" I hear Danny ask Ethan from in front of me.

    "Yeah, why?" Ethan questions.

    "You checked your phone three times in the last five minutes," Danny points out. I furrow my eyebrows.

    "Waiting for a message." Ethan answers.

    "Anything important?"

    "No. Nothing." I bite my lip as I listen to them. What message is he waiting for? 

I resume looking out the window as my eyes begin to feel heavy.

    "McCall, Summers not you too." Coach's loud voice jerks me awake. I rub my eyes and lean back into my seat.

    "No, coach, I'm good," Scott answers and I just give coach a nod. Satisfied, he walks back to the front of the bus.

    "Hey Scott, you're bleeding again," I look over at the pair at Stiles's words, "And don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all." I furrow my eyebrows in concern.

Stiles is right, a wound like that should've started healing by now.

    "He's listening," Scott says, his gaze fixated on Ethan who's head is turned towards them slightly.

    "Is he gonna do something?" Stiles questions with concern.

    "Not in front of this many people," Scott concludes as Ethan turns his head back to listen to Danny.

    "Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?" Stiles questions. I turn my head to see Isaac and Boyd sitting a row across and before Ethan. 

Boyd's fists are clenched as he and Isaac quietly talk, not installing much faith in me that they won't beat Ethan up.

    "No, they won't. Not here," Scott's words sound a bit too optimistic to me.

    "Okay, well, what if they do? Are you gonna stop 'em?" Stiles questions, thinking more like me.

    "If I have to." I eye Scott's shirt that's stained with dark blood and his pale face as he speaks. I don't think he'd be able to stop a fly in the condition he's in right now.

We drive for a few more minutes before the bus begins to slow down and come to a stop. I look up ahead to see a long line of traffic. There must've been an accident or something.

Everyone starts to quietly speculate amongst their friends what's going on before Coach blows his whistle, yelling at us to be quiet. 

I notice Scott getting up from his seat and walking down the aisle, stopping beside Isaac and Boyd. Boyd's hands are clenched so tightly that blood drops from his fist.

I pull my focus away from them as someone sits down next to me. Stiles.

    "Uh, hi," I say as I eye him strangely. He only distantly nods as he leans over the seat. I follow his gaze to see he's attempting to read whatever is on Ethans phone.

I roll my eyes at the incredibly subtle boy as he leans as far as he can against the seat in front of us, almost falling onto his face.

Danny and Ethan both turn around to shoot him a look and he gives a grin and a wave back in reply. 

Ethan shoots me a glance, questioning what Stiles is doing. I shrug my shoulders in response before pulling Stiles on the back of his flannel back into the seat. 

Stiles huffs before turning to look at me.

    "Well?" He questions.

    "Well what?" I ask in confusion, not sure what he's getting at.

    "What's Ethan texting about on his phone?" He questions. I shrug my shoulders.

    "Don't know."

Stiles huffs in annoyance and shakes his head before returning to his seat next to Scott who seems to have managed to calm Boyd down for now at least.

    "Crisis averted?" Stiles questions. Scott hums in response.

    "Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like every five minutes. I already questioned Wren about it but she wouldn't say anything. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil but you know that." I roll my eyes at Stiles's rambling.

    "I don't like him sitting with Danny," Scott mutters. I shake my head internally at the boys. Why do they keep thinking Ethan's going to do something to Danny? Don't they realise he actually likes Danny? 

I watch as Stiles pulls out his phone and begins to rapidly text someone before looking over at Danny as his phone pings. Danny reads the text before shooting a subtle look at Stiles and shaking his head.

Stiles begins to frantically text again and soon Danny's phone is being bombarded with pings. I cover my mouth with my hand to stop my laugh from escaping as Danny and Ethan both look over at Scott and Stiles who duck down in their seats to hide from sight.

    "Something wrong?" Ethan asks Danny as he looks down at his phone and reads the new messages.

    "Well actually I was…wondering the same thing about you," Danny says as he looks up from his phone. Ethan sighs softly.

    "A close family member of mine is in the hospital. They aren't sure if he's going to make it." 

I gape at Ethan's words. He's talking about Ennis, isn't he. Why wouldn't he tell me something as important as that? 

~~~

It's been another 15 minutes and the bus has only moved a couple of feet due to the traffic. I entertain myself by listening to Stiles's ranting about different synonyms and meanings of words. 

Coach blows his whistle sharply and I wince, my head pounding enough as it is.

    "Now the rest of you, don't think we're going to miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're going to make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down!" 

I watch as Stiles stands up.

    "You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe-" Stiles is cut off as Coach blows his whistle at him.

    "We're not gonna stop," Coach says.

    "Okay, but if we stop…" Stiles tries to reason but Coach cuts him off again, blowing his whistle in his face.

    "Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"  

Stiles sits back down with a huff, crossing his arms.

    "I hate him. Did you call Deaton?" He questions. Scott shakes his head.

    "I keep getting his voice-mail."  That makes me curious. Isn't Marin, Deucalion's emissary, also Deaton's sister? If Ennis is injured it'd make sense for them to take him to the supernatural vet.

    "That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison," Stiles declares, pulling out his phone. How're Lydia and Allison going to help?

    "How are they gonna help? Back in Beacon Hills?" Scott voices my thoughts.

    "They're not. They've been following us for hours." I almost snort aloud at Stiles's words. Scott shakes his head, a small smile etched across his face.

I lose focus on their conversation as I think about the factor that Ennis isn't dead. I wonder if that means Derek is also possibly alive. 

I turn my head as Stiles gets up from his chair and walks up to coach who's busy scolding Jared.

    "Coach, it's five minutes for the bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for like, 3 hours-" Stiles is cut off as Coach blows the whistle in his face.

    "It's 60 miles to the next rest stop-" Coach blows the whistle again. Stiles takes a deep breath of annoyance.

    "Being cooped up for hours isn't good." Stiles is cut off with another whistle.

    "You know are bladders aren't exactly-" Stiles lets out a huff as he's cut off again.

    "Coach this is…can you…please…let me talk!" Stiles exclaims with wide eyes.

    "Get back to your seat, Stilinski!" Coach yells, blowing his whistle again.

    "Okay!" Stiles yells back before turning and making his way to the back but not before stopping and sliding into the seat beside Jared.

I glance over at Scott to see that he doesn't look like he's doing so well. Sighing softly, I get up from my seat and walk to the front where Coach is standing.

    "Uh, Coach," I start, "Could we stop at the next rest stop possibly? I'm not feeling that good honestly… it's that time of month you know," I explain to him softly.

He goes red in the face and quickly nods.

    "Uh, yeah, sure, of course. I'm sure we can stop for a break," Coach stumbles over his words.

    "Uh we'll be stopping at the next rest stop in half a mile so be ready to get off the bus," Coach announces to the class. 

I thank him with a small smile before walking back to my seat.

    "Thanks Wren," Scott says with a small smile, his face pale and sweaty and he looks like he's about to pass out. I nod in reply and sit down as Stiles returns to his seat and begins talking quietly to Scott.

~~~

    "Jared you suck! Couldn't you have held it down for literally two more minutes? Someone grab some towels, or mops, or a new bus!" Everyone hurries out of the bus as we stop at the rest stop. 

I wait behind for a moment as Stiles helps Scott off of the bus before getting off behind them.

I notice Allison and Lydia rushing towards the boys before they all head off to the bathrooms.

I walk over to a nice oak tree and sit down in its shade as I pull out my English notebook and begin to doodle as I watch the other students lining up in front of the 2 vending machines and gathering snacks.

I watch as Danny walks over to the vending machines and Ethan walks up to me.

    "When were you going to tell me?" I question Ethan, crossing my arms.

    "We don't know if he's going to make it through the night in any case so we thought we'd-"

    "Lie to me about a member of the pack being dead?"

    "Save you from giving your hopes up," Ethan corrects. Ethan looks up as heavy footsteps storm over to us.

I look up and quickly scramble to my feet as I see a very angry Isaac and Boyd approaching.

    "Scott could die because of what you and your pack did to him," Boyd hisses, his fists clenched tightly. Ethan shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

    "Not like he wouldn't deserve it," Ethan replies in a cocky tone, "he is the reason your alpha and Ennis died." 

My eyes dart between Ethan and the angry betas before Isaac charges forward, pinning Ethan to the tree.

    "What are you gonna do? Beat me up like you beat up Wren?" My eyes widen as Isaac growls before punching Ethan in the jaw, a loud crack resonating. Ethan falls backwards but Isaac grabs him by the front of his shirt and begins to punch him mercilessly.

    "Isaac, stop!" I yell at him but he doesn't even flinch. I try to step forwards but Boyd grabs my arm firmly, holding me back.

At this point the students form a circle around us, watching with wide eyes as Isaac beats Ethan but not making a move to stop him.

    "Isaac! What are you doing?" Danny yells as he pushes his way to the front of the crowd, followed closely behind by Coach.

    "What the hell, Lahey? Back off!" Coach yes but Isaac doesn't respond.

    "Isaac! Isaac! Isaac back off! Stop!" I bite my lip as Isaac continues to ignore Coach. At this point, Ethan's eyes have begun to swell shut as his body isn't getting a chance to heal.

    "ISAAC!" A shiver runs through my veins as Scott yells powerfully, pushing to the front of the crowd. Isaac halts and lowers his fist, taking a step away from Ethan.

I rip my arm from Boyd's grasp and rush over to Ethan's side, helping him to his feet along with the help of Danny. I shoot a glance over at Scott who is looking a lot better now. He and the others stand in a circle, discussing something as Coach drags Isaac to the side and yells profusely at him. 

Almost as though he can feel my stare, Scott turns his head to look at me but I quickly look away and help Ethan back onto the bus.

~~~

With everyone settled onto the bus, we slowly take off on our way again. I notice that the girls have joined us on the bus and are sitting in the row in front of Scott and Stiles. 

I put my bag onto the empty seat beside me and start to draw mindlessly. I subconsciously find myself drawing lines and circles, filling in the gaps between with dark shading. 

I don't realise how much time has passed before the sun starts to get dim and the bus slows down, Coach announcing we'll be stopping for the night.

Blinking out of my fugue state, I look down at my detailed sketch of a large, dark building that sends shivers down my spine. Moonlight illuminates a sign that reads Glen Capris. 

Looking up from my book, I do a double take as an exact image of my drawing stares back at me. I swallow hard and close my book. 

I've got a bad feeling about this place and something tells me I won't be getting much sleep tonight.