The ringing doorbell startles Scott out of his slumber. Throwing a glance at his phone, he frowns. It’s three in the morning – who the hell rings the doorbell at three in the morning? Stiles always uses his window at night and in the few cases he doesn’t, he has his own key. The rest of the pack usually calls first, so who…?
Vary, he gets out of bed and puts on a shirt, just in case. Not that it helps much but at least he feels less naked. While he slowly gets down the stairs, the doorbell rings again. And again just a second later, as if the visitor is in a hurry. Scott grits his teeth, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest, before he takes a deep breath – and the scent that reaches his nose makes him get worried instantly. It smells of Liam, that familiar grass-boy-sweat scent that he’s gotten used to since he accidentally bit the beta. But what worries him isn’t just Liam’s presence here at three in the morning – it’s the fact that his scent is tinged with distress and the wet saltiness of tears. Scott instantly opens the door and stares at his beta, illuminated by the porch light.