ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡʟs.

anxiety dripped down his rib cage, coating ever bone&  joint. his breaths came labored, a winters storm pushing past his lips. downcast eyes refused to meet scott’s, primarily focused on his own hands, fiddling with the zipper on her sweater. he blinked, blood dripped down his hands, melting down his flesh into a puddle on the floor, he blinked again,  scott’s body lay lifeless on the floor, the large outline of a wolf casting a shadow across his corpse. he blinked again, no blood. no corpse. just hands with fingernails bitten down to the nub.

( && strcngest. )

‘ look, liam. i don’t care if you don’t trust me; bash the new guy, blah blah blah, but i want to talk to scott. ’ and tear him to fucking pieces.

    ❝ those don’t look like regular bruises. ❞