Scott stood in her kitchen having shifted and turned, looking at both of them. He glanced at his hands, and shook his head. The mountain ash was blown all over the room and he did that. He did that. He could hear Destiny and Stiles talking but he was just somewhere else. Not there. It was all going over him, washing over him. This was real.
He was really an alpha. But just as he shifted over, he was trying to shift back and he couldn't. Not then anyway. "Something's wrong," he said then, looking at Stiles this time and not Destiny. He couldn't shift before, he knew that, but now he couldn't shift back.
Instead of freaking out, he stayed calm, closing his hands into fist as he concentrated on it. He was scared, like he was scared before, but it all just kind of vanished the more he concentrated. And when he shifted back, he took a deep breath and looked at Destiny. He really hoped it wasn't always like that - all the time.
"That was crazy and ... it worked." He said then, wiping his forehead and he looked around the kitchen. The mountain ash was everywhere and in the midst of breaking through, he knocked a few things over. He quickly leaned over and picked them up, putting them back on her counter.