willofoak:
Will feels bad for Peyton. There is a special place in her heart for the girl, and for the wolf. She knows what it is to be all claws. She has felt the confusion the comes from being thrust unceremoniously back into her body, and the equal rage when it feels too soon. There is part of being a wolf that is akin to freedom. When Will says that she understands how Peyton feels, that is what she means. The brief, intolerability of being forced onto two legs. But that is all it is for Will: brief. She sympathizes with what Peyton clearly feels as an injustice done unto her constantly, but she does not understand. She can’t. That betrayal is a feeling that must be experienced to understand. Will smelled Peyton as soon as she came in, so it was her own fault that she didn’t hide the pancakes. She tried not to cringe at the dirt caked underneath the other girls fingernails, masking it by sliding the butter towards her. She thought better of it instantly, instead opting to butter a pancake and sliding towards Peyton herself. There were a lot of things that Will could handle, but imagining Peyton digging into her fresh tub of butter with her fingers was enough to push even her over the edge. “They’re for Grey, actually,” she admits. “To make them feel better about being back in this shit hole with all of us terrible people.” She cast Peyton a sideways smirk. “But they can be for you too.” Will skillfully flipped a pancake. “I didn’t expect to see you back, to be honest.”
Will quickly took the fun out of messing with her when she buttered her a damn pancake and slid it Peyton’s way, making it impossible for her to continue acting like a little shit. She realized it was most likely unfair to treat Will and anyone that wasn’t Elyas this way, but it was hard to be nice to people when she was fully consumed by anger. “I don’t remember anyone making me pancakes when I showed up here. Just as well, though, I probably would’ve thrown them back in your face,” she said with a shrug, breaking a piece of the pancake off and bringing it to her mouth. “Where else would I go? As long I can’t switch back, I’m pretty much stuck here.” She couldn’t go back to her parents’ after all this time and was jobless, which meant there was there would be no shitty apartment in her near future. This house was her own personal prison. The house and her body. “I’m not sure pancakes are what Grey really need. A strong drink would be more appropriate in times like these.”












