Keep you up all night if I try to remain calm

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She'd totally overstayed her welcome, putting off heading back to her building in the cold. As it turned out, a soviet-era Volkswagen without a roof was awful once December rolled around. So she'd stayed at Scott's too late that evening, pushing it to the very edge of sunset on the full moon night. Which was...incredibly stupid to do with a werewolf boyfriend, but his couch was warm and he was warm and it was so cold outside.

It had been reluctantly that she hurried out of the McCall's apartment, running to the Thing in the last bit of twilight and heading back to Chelsea Cloisters. God, the full moon had to be the ultimate buzzkill, Bay thought, unlocking the door and letting herself in. Hanging up her coat, she flicked the living room lights on and off to signal to Daphne that she was home before heading to the kitchen to retrieve the leftover ribs she'd stowed in the fridge.

"Hey girls," she cooed, heading to her room and crouching by her rats' cage, back to the window. "I have some nice bones for you to gnaw on when I finish."

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She'd forgotten her scarf. Scott had found it where it had fallen behind the chair it had been draped over. Normally, he would have just texted her and taken it to her the next day, but it smelled like her, and that scent triggered a deep, aching desire to be near her, to keep her safe and close, to claim her and make sure all knew she belonged to him.

He knew it was the full moon, the wolf was straining to break free as the moon rose, and it took a fair amount of effort to keep it locked away. Enough effort that he didn't really feel like fighting the urge to go to Bay, on top of it. So he grabbed his jacket and stuffed her scarf into a pocket (after one last, long sniff), and headed to the roof.

He'd learned that he could actually travel from rooftop to rooftop fairly quickly, the gaps between the buildings nothing to his speed, his strength, his agility. He leapt them with ease, ignoring the others he could scent up here. Not wolves, but he knew there were other residents of Darrow that traveled this way, and he did his best to avoid them.

He reached Bay's building just a few minutes after she did, slipping his shoes and socks off to allow him to dig clawed toes into the mortar and brickwork. And then he climbed down to her bedroom window, leaving marks in the bricks as he freed one hand and--well, he meant to knock, but ended scraping his claws across the window with a high-pitched screech, instead.