𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰. → "liam dunbar"

"thirty one"

❛ blood-stained tiles. ❜

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, especially when they revolved around those closest to him. So once his girlfriend had stumbled away from him, claiming that she was fine, he felt dread and a slight anger bubble in the bottom of his stomach.

The irritation he felt wasn't towards his significant other, but for the older teen who had stopped him from following the girl who looked like death. Stiles held onto the boy's arm tightly, only shaking his head at the werewolf as he knew the blonde wanted to be left alone, and she would probably bite his head off when she was in such a mood, but it seemed as the Stilinski boy didn't realise how much trouble Nova was really in as they watched her leave.

It only took Liam a few seconds to push away from the taller teen, going against the protests of the pack as he followed the Hale girl into the school. However, he wasn't lucky in his search as she had disappeared rather quickly in the sea of students, her scent becoming too weak to follow due to the multiple kids and teens running around him.

A small gasp came from the boy's mouth as he felt a hand on his shoulder, quickly turning around in hopes it was the one girl who always seemed to be on his mind, but Liam couldn't help but let his face drop in disappointment once he realised it was his other best friend.

"Hey, she'll be okay. Nova's a Hale, being a bad bitch basically runs in her blood man." Mason tried to ease the other boy's racing mind with a joke as to what was up with his girlfriend who had been extremely distant and jittery over the last few days. However, Liam couldn't help but feel as if something was very wrong deep down, but before he could speak his mind, the bell rang for the first period which prompted the Hewitt boy to drag the two down the hall and to their history class.

The boy didn't put much of a fight up once he remembered his girlfriend was in that class as well, and it brought a small smile to his face and made him speed up his steps as it meant he could have her in his eyesight. But what stopped him when he looked at the chair which was usually occupied by his little blonde, sat there was the one person the pack had been searching for since the previous night.

Tracy Stewart sat hunched over the small desk that was usually inhabited by the Hale girl. It only took a split second for the werewolf to sprint down the halls, Mason stating he would try and keep an eye on the teen who the pack couldn't tell was in danger or was the danger. The boy skidded to a stop outside Scott's biology class, it having taken a few minutes to pry the alpha away from the lesson meant the boy's dread he had felt earlier settled in his stomach once again.