WHO: Scott McCall & Melissa McCall WHAT: Scott's not exactly sneaky about his secret-keeping. WHERE: McCall Residence WHEN: Backdated to October 25th, late evening. RATING: PG STATUS: Complete
Scott closed the door as carefully and quietly as inhumanly possible. His nights kept getting later and later, and for once, his mom's night shifts were turning into sacred blessings. Tonight wasn't one of those nights, and he was hoping she'd gotten here late enough that she didn't bother checking on him. He'd been running, trying to burn off energy. If he was tired, school wouldn't be as much of a sensory onslaught. A good trick, it did help him keep control - but it made homework and keeping the whole I'm-a-werewolf-now thing under wraps that much harder.
He's holding his breath and doing a dance across the kitchen to try to get up the stairs without creaking any boards. His heartbeat sounds loud in his ears, but hey, he did just run something like ten miles, across and back through the preserve. This covers up the other presence in the room - until the living room light clicks on and blinds the hell out of him. Scott barely holds back a growl, closing his eyes when he feels them flash, keeping his lips sealed against the poke of his canines until they recede.