Silver Rose is an alternate universe role playing site which follows Teen Wolf TV series. It is canon till 3rd season and AU from the fourth. What happens when Scott and his pack face a threat which comes in an unexpected way. Will he discover the deadpool and stop it, or will he loose his pack before it is too late. For further expansion of the plot details please look into the Site Plot.
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Crystal knew she was going to get this kind of reaction from him, but she stayed calm. Lowering head as she struggled to keep from losing it. "Yes there's a pack here. Hopefully you're not going crazy," she said with a small smile. She knew there was probably some code that packs usually followed, but at this time she didn't have a pack. She hardly wanted to be part of the pack that brought so many people to the hospital either. Though maybe she should start thinking about joining a pack, at least she wouldn't be so lonely.
The tapping of his fingers on her desk was slightly annoying, but nothing that she couldn't handle. Crystal started quiet not wanting to her visitor feel any more out of place then he probably already did. "I'm fine. I'm still here so I don't think they've tried to kick me out of their territory yet," she replied, "Though maybe asking to join their pack may make me feel less lonely."
Morgan cocked his head sideways, "You should approach them. It's pretty much a werewolf instinct to have a pack." He gave the girl a once over, "I haven't come across many Omega wolves. If you do decide to ask them for entrance to their pack, a offer my services." He winked, then blushed.
"I-I didn't m-mean it like that. I mean like- it would be helpful for both of us. I can talk to the alphas of the land, and if they are violent I can help." He stopped his tapping and shoved his hand in his pockets. "S-sorry." His expression was adorable and wide eyed.
Omega werewolves aren't very usual, but she never truly allowed herself to get close to anyone. She sighed, but replaced it with a kind smile. "I'm not sure, I'm not used to talking to others," she replied. It wasn't part of her lifestyle, and she definitely didn't have much courage to walk up to a large group of people. "Not many people or should I say werewolves aren't usually known to be alone, but my past is stopping me by a long shot," she said quietly. She listened to the rest of what Morgan was saying and blushed slightly at what he said.
The explanation was kind of nice to hear, and she understood that she could trust him. Something she never thought she would allow herself to do again. "I would come to you for help if I ever need it," she replied with a shy smile. When the finger tapping ceased and he apologized, she smiled. "It's okay," Crystal said.
Morgan felt honoured as she admitted she would come to him for help. He was good at putting people at ease, and enjoyed the quiet conversation he was having. Blinking, he watched a flicker of lightening raced across the sky and winced as loud boom followed. His face turned from pleasant into miserable and he leaned against the desk just a little more.
He hates loud sounds, and thunder was the best example of loud noises. The sounds didn't scare him per say, but they startled him and gave him headaches. He spared a look at the werewolf, "Loud noises are the worst aren't they? I bet you I'll be stuck in here for a few more hours until it goes away. I've heard it's bad to use umbrella's in a thunder storm."
Most days in Beacon Hills were pretty dreary, but today was just the worst. Crystal didn't understand why anyone would have the brightest idea to be walking around outside in such a harsh thunderstorm. Maybe it was just her, buy she didn't exactly enjoy getting wet. She looked at the dark skies out the windows and sighed softly, this was never a happy day for her. Thunderstorms were the worst in her opinion. It was only when Morgan commented on the loud noise that she actually had to think about a response. The noise did bother her, but it was more what happened to her parents that hurt her. "They are pretty bad, aren't they. Well I wouldn't exactly know, but it's not so bad being cooped up here, is it?" Crystal asked
Morgan shrugged, "It isn't that bad, I just hope the power doesn't cut off." A frown settled on the man's features, and he jolted as another roll of thunder disturbed the sound of pattering rain. He shifted slightly, not liking the sounds at all. He took yet another look around the deserted room, "Slow day huh? Rain does that to businesses...I guess hospitals don't seem like a business...or do they? I know it is technically counted as a business but what do you think- Oh. I'm rambling again, aren't I?" He hated when he did it, but the thunderstorm was putting him on edge.
Crystal listened to him and smiled. She had a feeling everything was going to be just fine, and in any case the hospital had emergency lights. "Don't worry about the electricity going out. The hospital had emergency lights for that sort of occasion," she said reassuringly. She wasn't fond of the darkness either, but there were ways to face their fears or dislikes. She she laughed lightly when he mentioned the slow day. "Well not many people come out on rainy days, so I don't blame then. Business? I never saw working at a hospital as being part of a business, but I guess in some ways it kind of is like a business," she replied. When he mentioned rambling, Crystal smiled. She was never one to ramble, but she knew that rambling was a way to relieve stress or just something someone might do if they were nervous. "No, it's alright. There's nothing bad about rambling," she said quietly.