[She just stares for a long time. She'd seen the message come through, had planned to ignore it, continue her silent grief for her dead friend - her dead packmate. Trying to hold onto the moments of happiness, few and far between, his smile. The way it made things just a little easier to bear, how it could fill a room and chase away the loneliness she felt. Little things that had brought them together as friends, made them do everything they could to help each other in that vault. She'd gotten to see a side of him few ever did. There's so much they didn't know about him - about her. Things they'd never bothered to get to know before the bite - things they'd never had a chance to know after it.
Instead the message continues, and those words come out of her lips. She's a part of her pack. It stings like a slap to the face. She remembers her family's basement, the way she'd pleaded with Allison to stop in the woods. She remembers breaking off the arrow that she'd shot into her leg, the arrows she'd shot into Boyd... The things her grandfather... She didn't understand how Allison could think she was a part of her pack after all of that.
There's so much she's unsure of, her place in her own pack, if she's going to make it through life here, earn her deal. She doesn't need this added to it - she's not her family. Her family is back home, people she'll never get to see again. People that think she's dead. In the four months together in the vault, Boyd had become family. The only ones on this stupid ship that might fit that description are Stiles and Isaac, although with everything who knows? There's so much she doesn't know of the future, finding it easier to just cut herself off from them, return to her solitary existence. A part of her wants to leave it, ignore it and go back to trying to pick up the pieces of her life, whatever was left. The other part of her has a burning need to know and that part eats at her until she finally picks up the comm.]
Why the hell would you even think me a part of your pack?
[She practically spits the word back at her, almost dripping with disgust. She's suspicious, a hunter calling people her pack. It's weird and it doesn't sit well.]
[pack filter because reasons]
Instead the message continues, and those words come out of her lips. She's a part of her pack. It stings like a slap to the face. She remembers her family's basement, the way she'd pleaded with Allison to stop in the woods. She remembers breaking off the arrow that she'd shot into her leg, the arrows she'd shot into Boyd... The things her grandfather... She didn't understand how Allison could think she was a part of her pack after all of that.
There's so much she's unsure of, her place in her own pack, if she's going to make it through life here, earn her deal. She doesn't need this added to it - she's not her family. Her family is back home, people she'll never get to see again. People that think she's dead. In the four months together in the vault, Boyd had become family. The only ones on this stupid ship that might fit that description are Stiles and Isaac, although with everything who knows? There's so much she doesn't know of the future, finding it easier to just cut herself off from them, return to her solitary existence. A part of her wants to leave it, ignore it and go back to trying to pick up the pieces of her life, whatever was left. The other part of her has a burning need to know and that part eats at her until she finally picks up the comm.]
Why the hell would you even think me a part of your pack?
[She practically spits the word back at her, almost dripping with disgust. She's suspicious, a hunter calling people her pack. It's weird and it doesn't sit well.]