l - teen wolf imagines

"Alright girls, you did a great job setting everything up," you announced, clapping your hands together.
Eleven fifth graders stared up at you, all in various stages of untangling each other from camping equipment. One girl was popping out of a tent, a few others were hanging halfway out of sleeping bags, and you were pretty sure there was one stuck in a tree.
Your brow furrowed, and you walked over to the girl, whose dark hair was hanging over the ground.
"Uh, Mina, what are you doing?" you asked lightly.
"I'm having fun," she told you brightly, flashing you a gap-toothed grin.
Your lips twitched and you glanced over at your co-counselor, Sydney, but she shot you an exasperated look. You held up your hands in surrender and looked back down at Mina.
"Okay, well we're about to have a group meeting right now, so you might wanna get down."
"Okay," she chirped. "Oh, and Ms. Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna know something cool?"
You glanced back at Sydney who was mouthing "Say no, say no" over and over.
Before you could answer the girl, she pointed above her. "My shoelaces are tied to this branch!"
Sydney gave an exasperated sigh and stomped over. "I'll get her down. You start the meeting."
You smiled and walked to the center of the campground. "Alright, guys, can you all come over here please?"
It took a few minutes, but all of the girls eventually shimmied out of the the tents, crawled out of sleeping bags, and untied themselves from trees. They made their way to the center of the clearing you and Sydney had chosen an hour ago, and sat down before you. Mina ran to join the group last, sandwiching herself between two other girls as Sydney came to stand beside you.
"Alright, as I was saying," you began. "You guys have done awesome, so I think you deserve a little reward. We're gonna put the skills we've learned to the test, and we're going to start a campfire to make s'mores."
Cheers erupted from the girl scouts sitting in the dirt, and you looked over at Sydney for approval. She offered you an uneasy frown. "They're going to be up all night."
"Yep," you agreed. "But I promise I'll be the one chasing them around camp. You can sleep."
"Y/n-" Sydney groaned.
"And the first team to get the fire started gets the first s'mores!" you shouted suddenly, cutting her off.
A scramble ensued at your words, and in seconds, all the girls were racing to the pile of firewood you had collected.
"Y/n-" Sydney protested, cutting herself off to shout after one of the girls. "China, put those matches down! How did you even-are those mine?!"
She glared at you and you shrugged, jogging past her to help the girls. "Come on, Sydney. I know Ms. Honor Student remembers how much fun she had on these trips. Live a little!"
The Brunette shot you a frustrated glance and then sighed to run after you, causing you to grin. Sydney was doing this to put volunteer hours on her college application, but you knew she enjoyed Girl Scouts. Not as much as you had, of course, but now that you were too old for it, being a counselor was something that just seemed to make living in crazy Beacon Hills worth it.
You did have access to a pretty great preserve, and you loved taking the kids out here to spend the night. You had made some of your fondest memories camping, and out here with the chirping crickets and sleeping bags all pushed together, you felt at home.
The night started quietly enough, with only one slightly burned piece of clothing and about fourteen botched s'mores. The girls chased each other around in the dying light with glowsticks, giggling and laughing in the dark, causing you to smile. You and Sydney sat on a log and watched them play, and for a while, you were content, but then you saw a single glow stick sitting on the edge of the woods.
"Sydney," you said, glancing around the campsite. "Count the girls."
"I counted them five minutes ago," she complained. "And didn't you tell me to stop doing that?"
"I told you to stop doing it every fifteen seconds," you reminded her. "But seriously, count them."
Sydney huffed and stood up, and your gaze flicked around at your campers. "I counted ten."
Sydney looked over at you, her eye filling with fear. "So did I."
You swallowed. "Okay, don't freak out. Count again."
"There are still only ten!" she hissed. "And...and Raina's gone."
"Get them together," you whispered. "I'm going to go find her. She probably just wandered o-"
The sound of a shrill scream interrupted you, and you closed your eyes briefly. When you opened them again, Sydney was staring at you in horror. "Okay, that could be anyone."
"Y/n!" Sydney shrieked. "One of our girls is out there!"
"Okay, okay," you hissed. "Calm down."
"Ms. Y/n! Ms. Sydney!" one of the girls cried. "What's going on?"
"Uh, nothing," Sydney said, trying to fake a smile.
"Ms. Sydney, what are you doing with your face?"
You looked back at her and put your hand on her shoulder. "Stay here. I'm going to find her. I'm bringing her back."
"What?" she demanded. "You can't just go on your own. What if someone's out there?"
"I'll take a weapon," you promised, glancing around the site.
You quickly ran over to the pile of extra supplies you had brought, and your eyes lit up when your eyes landed on something heavy and wooden.
"Y/n, that is a canoe paddle," Sydney hissed.
"You got anything better?" you questioned, and before she could answer, you headed off into the trees. "Didn't think so."
You slipped past Sydney's line of vision, and all she could do was watch you go with fear in her eyes. You knew it was stupid to go off by yourself, but there were only two of you. Sydney was the older counselor anyway, but she would be better at staying in control of the other girls. You were the funny one, but she was the responsible one.
Now those lines were going to have to blur, because if you wanted to find Raina, you were going to have to take the lead on this one. She could have easily gotten lost and just been afraid of the dark, but while Beacon Hills was boring from day to day, its night life seemed to bring out terrible things.
You had heard rumors of things out in the preserve, but none of the troup leaders had mentioned anything about that. You just assumed they were meant to scare people away from sneaking into the preserve at night. Now, faced with the possibility that they could be true, you knew you had to find your camper.
"Raina!" you called, keeping a tight grip on your paddle. "It's Ms. Y/n! Are you out here?"
All that came from the darkness was silence. Not even the crickets were chirping, and now that you were all alone, the woods were beginning to feel less like home and a more like a cage. "Raina!"
Another shriek cut through the trees, and you felt your adrenaline kick in. You ran toward the sound of the scream, your boots slamming into the dirt. "Raina! Where are you?!"
The screams became more frequent now, and you headed to the source, your heart slamming against your ribs. "Raina!"
You held the paddle like a spear as you skidded to a stop in the clearing, and in the slim amount of light left from the sunset, you were able to see Raina's colorful sneakers kicking in the dirt. There was a large figure on top of her, and he seemed to be grunting or yelling, but either way, the sound was unnatural.
You darted forward and yelled "Hey! Get the hell off of her!"
Your voice shook with terror, and maybe that wasn't the best move, but they hadn't exactly gone over this scenario in counselor training. You wished they had, and you could practically see the final quiz in your head. If one of your campers is attacked by a madman in the woods, do you a) leave her for dead b) launch a rescue mission, or c) consult your handbook?
The next step in your brilliant plan was to raise the canoe paddle over your head, and in a split-second decision, you slammed it down on the man's head. Instead of falling over like you thought, he simply whirled around and opened his mouth, which were full of jagged teeth.
The man's eyes seemed to flash white, and even though you were terrified, you stood you ground. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
He let out a throaty laugh that sounded more like a growl, and then he rose from the ground above Raina. She screamed and scrambled back in the dirt, but the man, or whatever he was, didn't seem to care about her anymore.
He took a step forward, and then you bolted, still gripping the paddle tightly. You glanced over your shoulder to see him chasing after you, and you thanked your lucky stars that you were leading him away from camp. You hoped Raina would be able to find her way back, but right now, your only concern was making sure this thing didn't get to the girls.
You glanced behind you once more, and when you did, you stumbled on the root of a tree. You slammed into the ground and quickly pushed yourself back up, dropping the paddle in the process. When you felt the hand latching onto your ankle, you screamed.
Your nails dug into the dirt as you were dragged back on the forest floor. You were yanked around roughly, your back scraping on loose twigs and leaves as the man pulled you under him. You screamed again as he pinned your arms into the dirt, and he leaned down to get closer.
You whimpered as you felt his breath graze your cheek. Now that he was so close, you could see his teeth in more detail, and you could tell that there were rows and rows of them. They were wicked sharp, more like an animal than a human, and you had the terrifying thought that he was planning on sinking them into you.
"Why are you doing this?" you gasped out.
He leaned forward, and he offered you an animalistic grin. "Because I'm hungry."
He roared in your face, and you began to cry. "Please stop. Please."
"What's the matter?" he growled. "Not so tough anymore?"
"Stop," you repeated, your voice wobbly and broken. "Please."
You glanced around you, looking for anyone or anything that could save you, but all you saw were darkened trees. The light was pretty much gone at this point, and you wondered if this was where you died. Alone, terrified, and in the dark.
Before you could think anymore about your impending death, the weight of the monster on top of you was gone. The sound of snarling hit your ears, and you sat up, dazed, as you found the source of the commotion.
The man on top of you was writhing under a growling shape, and now it appeared to be his turn to be pinned down. You could barely see in the dark, but you were able to slip your phone out of your jacket pocket and shine the light toward the struggle.
You gasped when you saw who was pinning the man to the ground. Liam Dunbar, the sweet guy with the baby blue eyes from your math class, was pressing the guy into the ground. He glanced up at you and raised his eyebrows. "Run!"
You nodded quickly and stumbled back, swatting stray branches out of your way as you ran back to camp. You looked over your shoulder one last time to see Liam still turned your way, and if you had been able to look through the darkness, you would have seen concern in his eyes.
You tore back through the woods, shining your phone light in front of you and glancing back every few seconds just to make sure that thing wasn't following you. Fear was constricting your throat and making it hard to breath, but when you finally saw flashlights shining up ahead, you took the chance of believing that you might be safe.
You almost slammed right into someone as you entered the clearing, but before you could, they roughly grabbed you by the shoulders. You let out a scream, but as your vision adjusted, you could see it was only a girl.
"Relax," she commanded, glancing down at you to make sure you weren't hurt. "You're okay."
"I-don't-don't you go to my school?" was all you managed to get out.
The girl was tall, with shoulder-length brown hair and a look that suggested she didn't take any shit. You had seen her hanging around Liam a couple times, but you knew she was senior.
"Yep," she told you, taking her hands off your shoulders.
"Y/n!" a voice shouted.
You looked over to see Sydney running toward you, and she came up and threw her arms around you. "Oh god, I thought you were dead. Raina came back and you didn't and I just...I'm really glad you're okay."
"Thanks, Syd," you breathed. "Are the kids okay?"
She nodded and glanced back at the group of girls huddled together in the dark. Another one of Liam's friends, a tiny redhead, was standing in front of them and teaching them one of those hands games with the chanting.
"They're fine," she promised. "Lydia's watching them. And the girl you almost ran into is Malia. One of them is in my Biology class. Their friends Scott, Stiles, and Liam went out to find you. You know Liam, right?"
"Yeah, he's in my Algebra 2 class," you said. "Sydney, what the hell is going on?"
"I have no idea," she admitted. "But you know weird things happen in this town. All Lydia would say was that some maniac got loose from Eichen House and took off into the woods. Stiles heard it on the radio, and Liam said he remembered hearing you talking about this trip on Friday. That's how they found us."
"Liam?" you whispered, blinking in the darkness. "He remembered?"
"I know you have the biggest crush on him," Sydney said softly. "Maybe he feels the same way."
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked back toward the woods. "Shouldn't we get the girls out of here? In case that thing got away?"
"Scott and Liam have it covered," Malia promised you. "It's only one wendigo."
"What's a wendigo?" you asked.
"They eat people," she told you plainly.
You gulped. "O-okay."
The sound of running footsteps echoed through the night, and the three of you glanced over to see Liam jogging toward you. Your eyes lit up, and you met him halfway. "Oh my god, are you okay?"
"Me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "I'm fine."
"Are you bleeding?" you asked, pointing to his shirt.
"Oh, it's not mine," he assured you. "It was Patrick's."
"Patrick?" you questioned.
"The psycho from Eichen House," Liam told you. "He keeps escaping, and I'm guessing that rehabilitation therapy doesn't really work for cannibalism."
You let out a soft, uneasy laugh, and Liam smiled. "Are you alright?"
"I'm not hurt," you promised.
"No," he said softly. "I mean, are you alright? You just saw something terrifying. Sydney told us how you ran after that girl. That's so brave, Y/n."
You nodded firmly. "I had to protect my camper."
Liam shot you a grin. "Who knew girl scouts could be so badass?"
You laughed softly. "I think I'm pretty skilled with a canoe paddle...hey,what happened to that guy?"
"The wendigo?" Liam asked. "Scott and Stiles took him down another trail to the Sheriff. They didn't want to scare the girls."
"Thank you," you breathed gratefully. "Me and Sydney appreciate it. And...I'm really glad you're okay."
Liam smiled. "I'm glad you're okay too. Honestly, when I heard on Stiles' radio that Patrick was in the preserve, I panicked. I remembered what you said about being out here and I got worried."
You blinked. "Didn't I say that to Corey?"
"You did," he admitted sheepishly. "But I was kind of listening in."
You smiled and tilted your head. "Why?"
"Because I like you," he confessed as his cheeks began to flush. "I really like you. And I wanted to know what you were doing this weekend so I could ask you out, but-"
" I was on the trip," you finished, your smile brightening.
"Exactly," he breathed. "But hey, looks like we get to hang out anyway, right?"
You nodded. "You saved my life, Liam."
He shrugged. "It was nothing."
"It was everything," you countered. "And I think I owe you at least one date."
Liam swallowed. "Really?"
"Really," you told him. "Besides, after we drop the kids off and tell all the parents what happened, I'm free tonight."
You grinned at Liam, and he laughed softly. "So, do you get a badge for saving that girl's life?"
You rolled your eyes. "I think knowing I made sure she wasn't eaten is enough."
"Do you still have your little outfit? With the sash and everything?" Liam asked with a laugh.
"Uh, maybe," you said defensively. "It was very fashionable in 2007."
"You'll have to show me sometime."
"Only if you show me the Devenford Prep uniform," you fired back with a smug smile.
Liam laughed once more. "Okay. I think we should probably go over to the others. Those kids look like they're trying to tie Lydia to a tree."
"Wha-oh, Mina, come on!" you called as you watched her pull out her shoelaces and give them to one of the other girls as rope. "Jesus Christ. I'll be back."
"Take your time," Liam told you. "We've got all night."
You headed toward your scouts, but you suddenly glanced back over your shoulder to shoot Liam a warm smile. It had been a bizarre day, and you had almost been made into a human shish kabob, but you had to say the night had taken a spectacular turn. And if you were being honest, now that Liam was there, you didn't really want it to end.