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The Wreck of Our Hearts

I run. My feet pace forward; trough shadows and thick smoke. Past trees and grass and everything that lives. Dead flowers lay everywhere beside my racing feet, as if the forest of Beacon Hills was a graveyard, which it kind of was. So many people had died here, many of whom were probably buried here, for all I knew.

It felt as if my feet weren’t even touching the ground, but rather flying through the air. Like I ran so fast my feet couldn’t even stay there. My feet. My head. My soul. It all floated in the air.

Heart pounding to the beat of the rain, I ran in zigzag past everything standing in my way. Grass. Bushes. Trees. Flowers. Nothing mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was to get away from them.

It started as a whisper. My name. A slow, silent whisper that may have heard like a love song or a soft whisper of a loved one, if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew better. I knew who called my name, and I would not fall for it. Never anymore.

As I kept running, my feet curled into each other while in full speed, and I ended up falling. My head banged into the ground, so hard blood started peeling down, forming a circle of red, thick liquid. A trace. My blood. They would find me.

Tears ran from my eyes. This was not how it was supposed to end. I was supposed to live my life. A nice life. I didn’t care what life, just if I was happy. I started thinking of everything I was supposed to do. I was supposed to go to school and get my dream job, and then I was supposed to handle everything thrown at me after that. That was all I needed. All I had ever asked for. And now I wasn’t going to get that either.

Then a word popped into my head. A meaningless word for most others. A word no humans seemed to use about each other, but the word I used to summarize my best friends. The word that meant something more than friends or family. It meant we were united. One. Bound together for eternity. It was the promise that we would always stay in each others’ hearts even after death, and the promise that after death, we would miss each other as if a part of our hearts was gone. Pack. The word that used to mean so much to me, but that now seemed meaningless. Forgotten in the millions of other words in a world of different words and languages. And it wasn’t just the word that was forgotten. I was too.

Behind me, I could already hear The Ghost Riders get closer. They had taken everything from me, until nothing even mattered anymore. They had hunted me into the woods at night after having the worst day of my life. And now they would erase me and make me one of them, A Ghost Rider. Every shred of hope vanished before my eyes and turned into nothing but dust and shadows.

The horses of the riders were neighing as they came nearer- and the closer they got, the more my heart pounded. The more tears streamed down my eyes. I closed them. Prayed. Begged. Cried.

Nothing.

I started to remember back when I was reading about The Wild Hunt. They would erase me, which they had already done. Then they would hunt me down. And then they would end me, and in my place there would be a soulless creatures whose only purpose was to hunt for more souls just like mine. And then I started to think about the riders who were hunting me. Had they been just like me once? Would I become like them? Just the thought of it made it feel like a thousand daggers were thrown into my back.

My eyes were still closed. I waited. There was no need to fight back. The Wild Hunt always won. They would win now too. -Goodbye, I whispered into the air, not only to my pack, but to my family and the town and the word and life and everything in-between. I knew no one would miss me or ever know, but I still said it. But no one cared.

Suddenly, someone gripped my arm. The Ghost Riders. I closed my eyes even further. It was over. I was ready for the darkness to take me when a familiar voice shouted for me to open my eyes. And they shot open.

-Liam?, I blurted out, both confused and filled with the biggest amount of joy I had ever felt. -What are you doing here?

Liam smiled slightly before his face turned neutral again. -Saving you, of course.

My heart almost stopped beating for a moment. He remembered. He remembered! I couldn’t believe it.

-How did you…? I mean…, I stuttered, not sure how to say the words I was looking for out loud.

-Because I would do anything to protect you. I always will, he replied. Suddenly, it was as if the world stopped around us, and there was nothing or no one else in the world but me and him, and maybe the starlight and the moonlight on the sky and the image of the night sky dancing over the soft water of the river se could only hear in the distance. It was us and the trees above us. It was his bright blue eyes, shining as bright and beautiful as the ocean, and I felt like I could drown in them if only I stared too long into them. And then there were my brown eyes, like the color of sweet morning coffee and the bark of the trees around us. Dark blonde, short hair and dark, almost black long hair. Different in every way, but still so alike.

I smiled. He smiled. A step closer. Two steps. Three. Warm, fuzzy cheeks. The beating hearts of first love, the one you only experience once and want to savor every moment of. His lips. Mine. Inches away. Then closer- closer, until they collided like a constellation of two stars who only now dared to show themselves to the other and explore the world. His lips were soft against mine, and tasted like the salty flavor of tears and at the same time as sweet as the roses he gave me just dayd before this all happened. Like salt and sugar and roses and lilys. And when he pulled away, my fear did too.

After what may only have been a minute, but felt like an eternity, I could still hear the riders come for me. I panicked again. They would come for me. But him? No, not him too.

-Get away from me, I said.

-What?, he replied. Confused.

-Go! Run! They’re gonna take me, Liam. Don’t let them take you too. You can’t be taken too, I begged.

He shook his head. -No. I won’t leave you. Not now. Not ever. Not when you’re in danger.

I shook my head too. -You can’t stay. We may be werewolves, but we don’t stand a chance against them.

He smiled. I frowned. What was happening?

-No, we can’t beat them. But they can.

Suddenly, I heard the roar of our Alpha echo throughout the woods. Red eyes glowed behind trees and a young, muscular man came out behind them, as ready to fight as ever. Scott McCall.

Behind him and the trees, I could see the rest of my pack come for me. All ready to fight. Stiles Stilinski, standing beside his best friend with only a bat in his hands and a witty smile, which probably hid thousands of sarcastic jokes we would hear for forever after tonight. Mostly because he was… well, Stiles.

The other people beside Scott were Malia Tate and Lydia Martin, the werecoyote and the banshee, also known as some of my best friends. And then there was Kira Yukimura, the awesome, butt-kicking kitsune I always seemed to look up to. And then there was Mason and Corey, Liam’s best friends. And Allison Argent with a bow and arrow, ready to aim for The Ghost Riders’ heads for messing with her pack. And Derek Hale, the grumpy sourwolf who caref much more about all of us than he wanted to admit, and his eyes glowed bright blue as he shapeshifted into a black wolf. And then there was Isaac Lahey, the loyal beta who would do anything for us all, even though he was probably more broken and fragile than all of us. And last, but not least, there was Theo Raeken, who was once our enemy, but now an ally. I didn’t know if I could call him my friend or if he was a friend of any of us. He wasn’t really part of the pack, but during the last week it felt like he was. Maybe he was? Maybe he wasn’t? But despite that, he seemed to care. He seemed to want to help. I smiled at them all and whispered into the air. -Thanks.

I took Liam’s hand and let his presence calm me down, like he always did and prayed for us to make it out of here. Because if we did, I would not let a moment pass by anymore. I would tell him how I felt, even though we both probably had made it clear by now. But I still needed to say it.

And then I prepared my fangs and claws, my eyes bright yellow, just like Liam’s. They glowed like most of the others’ eyes. I looked at all of them as The Ghost Riders came out of the woods to take us. My friends. My pack.

The Ghost Riders made their greatest mistake by targeting The McCall Pack. They were dead even before the fight.

After the fight, I hugged Liam closely while looking at the others. I felt all of them close, like I had never lost them. And once again, the word above all words meant something again. And after tonight, it always would. I smiled at them all again. My friends. My pack. My family, all trying to fight past the wreck of our hearts.

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