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“Hey.”
Her nose is clouded with bleach and her brother’s blood that she doesn’t scent him coming. Derek’s made himself scarce again which she’s starting to realize is the new normal for him. She isn’t sure if it’s the need to lick his wounds in private or just the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with her any more than she knows what to do with him. Things have been tense and awful ever since the night before and she doesn’t know how to fix it. She’s just coming at the problem like a battering ram and Derek is slamming back just as hard.
The pieces that are supposed to fit together just aren’t and they don’t have the time to figure it out. The parts that made them DerekandCora have burned away in time apart and trauma they don’t know how to process. The brother she wants to reach is locked away, hidden behind walls she can’t break, no matter how hard she tries.
As long as the alphas are around, Cora is being kept at arms length and that’s worse than not having Derek at all.
She’s sitting on top of a table in the middle of the preserve when Boyd finds her, and she glances up with a small smile, probably the first anyone’s seen in days. Not that anyone is paying attention. No one in this town but Boyd actually gives a damn.
“Hey.”
She inches over on the table to give him room to sit next to her, but it’s not really a lot of space. There’s so much of Boyd that he makes her look miniscule in comparison, but it’s not as though he’s causing her to shrink. He presses his leg against hers, giving her that connection to ground herself on, which she’s grateful for because it’s the only real thing she has.
“Derek know you’re out here?”
“Don’t really think he cares.” She glances down at her hands, picking at the sleeves of her shirt as she keeps her eyes focused on the ground. “Plus I think he knows that if he tries to keep me in the loft any longer I was going to claw his face off.”
Boyd chuckles next to her, a warm soft sound, before shaking his head. “Is that how you’re supposed to treat your alpha?”
She snorts. “No, but it’s an acceptable way to treat your older brother.” She pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. “He was never supposed to be an alpha, it was always supposed to be Laura.”
“Yeah, well, he is one now. And you were the one who spent most of the time in the vault telling us we had Derek all wrong.”
“Yeah, well, you totally downplayed what a colossal ass he was being.”
“More like you didn’t think he would be one to you.”
She falls silent the moment after that, trying to avoid letting it show how on the nose he was in that respect. Instead, she covers by changing the subject. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”
“The Crucible seemed really unimportant with everything going on.” She’s heard bits and pieces of things. More dead bodies, some of them students. She probably should feel bad about that, but it’s not like she knows anyone here. “Besides, I keep seeing Erica everywhere.”
She glances up at him, her face softening for a moment, before she reaches over to take his hand gently. She misses Erica too, but she knows Boyd misses her more. They were friends longer than Cora has known them and she knows how much losing her has hurt him. He feels alone and isolated, even with the pack, and it’s a feeling she knows all too well. His fingers curl around hers, dwarfing her hand in his grasp and squeezes it gently. Even if they don’t really have a place with anyone else, they were still together. They still had each other.
Before she can say anything, her phone goes off with a text. She sighs before pulling it out, but her hand stays in his, letting her ground him for as long as she can. She rolls her eyes when she reads it. “It’s Derek. He wants me back at the loft.”
“You should go.” Boyd releases her hand slowly as he moves to stand up and climb off the picnic table. “I should get back to class anyway.” He takes a few steps away before glancing back to her with a smirk. “Also you do know normal people sit on the benches, not the actual table, right?”
She glares at him – not seriously, but enough – and he just laughs, shaking his head before walking away.
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Her nose is clouded with bleach and her brother’s blood that she doesn’t scent him coming. Derek’s made himself scarce again which she’s starting to realize is the new normal for him. She isn’t sure if it’s the need to lick his wounds in private or just the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with her any more than she knows what to do with him. Things have been tense and awful ever since the night before and she doesn’t know how to fix it. She’s just coming at the problem like a battering ram and Derek is slamming back just as hard.
The pieces that are supposed to fit together just aren’t and they don’t have the time to figure it out. The parts that made them DerekandCora have burned away in time apart and trauma they don’t know how to process. The brother she wants to reach is locked away, hidden behind walls she can’t break, no matter how hard she tries.
As long as the alphas are around, Cora is being kept at arms length and that’s worse than not having Derek at all.
She’s sitting on top of a table in the middle of the preserve when Boyd finds her, and she glances up with a small smile, probably the first anyone’s seen in days. Not that anyone is paying attention. No one in this town but Boyd actually gives a damn.
“Hey.”
She inches over on the table to give him room to sit next to her, but it’s not really a lot of space. There’s so much of Boyd that he makes her look miniscule in comparison, but it’s not as though he’s causing her to shrink. He presses his leg against hers, giving her that connection to ground herself on, which she’s grateful for because it’s the only real thing she has.
“Derek know you’re out here?”
“Don’t really think he cares.” She glances down at her hands, picking at the sleeves of her shirt as she keeps her eyes focused on the ground. “Plus I think he knows that if he tries to keep me in the loft any longer I was going to claw his face off.”
Boyd chuckles next to her, a warm soft sound, before shaking his head. “Is that how you’re supposed to treat your alpha?”
She snorts. “No, but it’s an acceptable way to treat your older brother.” She pauses for a moment, before shaking her head. “He was never supposed to be an alpha, it was always supposed to be Laura.”
“Yeah, well, he is one now. And you were the one who spent most of the time in the vault telling us we had Derek all wrong.”
“Yeah, well, you totally downplayed what a colossal ass he was being.”
“More like you didn’t think he would be one to you.”
She falls silent the moment after that, trying to avoid letting it show how on the nose he was in that respect. Instead, she covers by changing the subject. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”
“The Crucible seemed really unimportant with everything going on.” She’s heard bits and pieces of things. More dead bodies, some of them students. She probably should feel bad about that, but it’s not like she knows anyone here. “Besides, I keep seeing Erica everywhere.”
She glances up at him, her face softening for a moment, before she reaches over to take his hand gently. She misses Erica too, but she knows Boyd misses her more. They were friends longer than Cora has known them and she knows how much losing her has hurt him. He feels alone and isolated, even with the pack, and it’s a feeling she knows all too well. His fingers curl around hers, dwarfing her hand in his grasp and squeezes it gently. Even if they don’t really have a place with anyone else, they were still together. They still had each other.
Before she can say anything, her phone goes off with a text. She sighs before pulling it out, but her hand stays in his, letting her ground him for as long as she can. She rolls her eyes when she reads it. “It’s Derek. He wants me back at the loft.”
“You should go.” Boyd releases her hand slowly as he moves to stand up and climb off the picnic table. “I should get back to class anyway.” He takes a few steps away before glancing back to her with a smirk. “Also you do know normal people sit on the benches, not the actual table, right?”
She glares at him – not seriously, but enough – and he just laughs, shaking his head before walking away.
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