[As the alpha, it was Laura Hale's responsibility to take care of her pack; it was her choice to admonish the right combination of affection and level-headed strength that she'd often shown in raising not only her younger brother (already a sour pain in the ass, but her precious, sour pain in the ass) but Scott Hale, the sweet baby of her aunt, who'd died in the fire.
Derek got his own brand of attention, but Scott was a different story. Scott hadn't known the trauma that had left a scar deep on their mental tissue, and while Laura wasn't going to sugarcoat a thing, it didn't mean she was ready to have him turn into a shell, either. So, most of her attention, beyond working a job in the sheriff's department at Beacon Hills, was devoted to Scott, through presents, or simply, constantly being in his presence, an assuring alpha Thing. Laura worked with both his wolf side--underdeveloped, just a pup--and his human, and one of her simple methods of doing so had come through communication.
Sitting on the couch with Scott in her lap, she gently worked her hands over his small ones, forming them into small shapes--four fingers out, making a biting motion.]
YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO HATE ME AND I'M NOT SORRY.
Derek got his own brand of attention, but Scott was a different story. Scott hadn't known the trauma that had left a scar deep on their mental tissue, and while Laura wasn't going to sugarcoat a thing, it didn't mean she was ready to have him turn into a shell, either. So, most of her attention, beyond working a job in the sheriff's department at Beacon Hills, was devoted to Scott, through presents, or simply, constantly being in his presence, an assuring alpha Thing. Laura worked with both his wolf side--underdeveloped, just a pup--and his human, and one of her simple methods of doing so had come through communication.
Sitting on the couch with Scott in her lap, she gently worked her hands over his small ones, forming them into small shapes--four fingers out, making a biting motion.]
Wolf. Just like that.