#thebansheeofthepack

       he chuckles and shakes his head lightly, as he realizes that he might have stepped out of line.        ‘            i don’t ...  think that’s a good idea.  ’             /   @thebansheeofthepack cont.

“You’re mother was kind to me, so I’m planning on leaving you alone, for the moment. Don’t push your luck.”

“of  course  it’s  a  bad  idea,  lydia ---”        there is a trace of danger behind her eyes as she looks across at the banshee now. who knows what lurks in the woods of beacon hills these days. malia, however, doesn’t seem to be backing down from her stance.      “why can’t we be normal teenagers that make normal, dumb teenage decisions? come on, stiles and scott are always telling me that you throw the best parties in beacon hills. just one night, what could possibly go wrong?” 

for a moment she stood staring at lydia in disbelief at what had happened, her hand clasped tightly around her chai cup. the counter was littered in bags of produce she was tossing into the juicer, she didn’t expect one of the knives to shank lydia. in truth it wasn’t that bad, something equivalent of a deep paper cut on lydia’s palm. the knife in question...most definitely wasn’t stuck into her, melodramatics still had hana reaching for a towel to wet in the sink to press down to the other girl’s palm. “are there any more knives hiding under the strawberries?” she tries to jest, while applying pressure, not wanting either of them hurt further over juice they could have gone out to get cold-pressed down the street at one of the smoothie shops. “juice isn’t worth losing a limb for.” again, melodrama, but hana wasn’t ever above it. she wasn’t about start now.  

Isaac wasn’t at home, because he was out, and had just had a meeting with a client about a set of illustrations he was going to make for a book.

                      „ i’m sorry , okay ? i’m sorry. “ , the werewolf whispered over and over again. maybe he should have listened to lydias words and not get invovled with the other pack. maybe he should have kept his distance and yet he didn’t. and what did he got out of it ? a blue eye , that would disappear soon and a few broken rips, but he never intented to scared lydia or anyone else.

“you’re right it looks bad, yeah?” hana brought her finger closer to examine the paper cut on her skin. “i don’t think any amount of adrenaline will make me tolerant enough to venture to a medical center right now.” unfortunately. hana might have taken the adventure any other day, but instead she turned on the sink to run her finger under cold water to rinse the fairly deep clean slice, just to blot it dry with a paper towel after. “here i am risking more injury.” she speaks, of the paper towel that she touched to the wound paper had inflicted in the first place. “studying brews punishment.”