Chapter 4

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Rated M for violence, some sexuality, and minor language

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Beacon Hills Boutique, February 2, 2011...

Rose sighed as she walked into her shop in the back. The lights suddenly flicked on and Rose jumped. Conner jumped as well. "God. What happened, Rose?!"

Rose exhaled in exhaustion and leaned against the counter as she locked the door. "Derek dragged me into a shit-show and I nearly got eaten by the Alpha."

Conner crossed his arms and shifted uncomfortably. "Derek, huh?"

"What?" Rose narrowed her eyes at him. "Please do not tell me Derek Hale is here somewhere in our home."

Conner shrugged then relented. "He's in the basement."

Rose groaned and rubbed her face, feeling the dried sweat, tears, and dirt on her skin. "I can't deal with this right now. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Tell Derek not to steal anything."

"I'm not a thief."

They turned toward the small, dark hallway across the room. Derek stood in the darkness, his blue wolf eyes glowing. He stepped into the light, and eyes returned to their natural, fierce hazel color. "I'm a lot of things, but a thief? No."

Rose scoffed as she leaned back against the wall. She hugged herself, wishing she could've kept the blanket the paramedics gave her. "Whatever. Be the creepy wolf in my basement."

"Look, I didn't know the Alpha would go after me first," Derek insisted.

Rose waved him off and went over to Conner to shoo him out of the backroom. Derek followed them through the shop to the stairs on the other side of the counter. Conner ran off, bounding up the stairs. Rose lingered at the bottom, holding onto the rail. "Derek, there's something you should know."

"What?"

"While I was with the others," she began, turning around to look at him, "I had a moment to seek out the Alpha...in Limbo."

"Limbo?" Derek raised his eyebrows. "You can astral project into the spirit realm?"

"I'm a witch, Derek."

Derek rolled his eyes at her explanation. Rose crossed her arms under her chest and sighed. "I met with the Alpha's true form...or at least, what he feels his real form is."

He shifted his weight from foot to foot. "You actually talked to him?"

"Yes, but his voice was mangled...I couldn't recognize it or his face. It was burned beyond belief."

"Burned?" Derek looked away, his mind racing. "He was there...the night of the fire. He was in the house."

Rose nodded. "The Alpha is a Hale."

Beacon Hills High, February 7, 2011...

Rose turned to the door that opened. Mr. Harris entered the classroom and stopped, blinking in surprise. "Rose?"

She smiled politely, sitting up properly in the desk chair. "Mr Harris. I was hoping you had some time to talk?"

"Of course." He closed the door and walked over to the desk, setting his bag down. "We have test today. Is it about that?"

"No. Well, yes. Sort of." Rose scratched head as she thought of how to phrase her words. "During the parent-teacher conference, you mentioned that my grades and my credits could get me to graduation faster?"

"Not only that, but you could very will get accepted to a good college. Whether it's here in California or on the East Coast, I think you have a lot of opportunities waiting for you." Mr Harris began pulling out papers and lecture notes.

Rose smirked slightly in thought. "I was thinking...maybe business classes would help. Especially if I want to be a successful business owner."

Oh," Mr Harris smiled slightly. "What sort of business do you want to start?"

Rose smiled nervously and slightly chuckled. "Actually, I have a business. I own Beacon Hills Boutique. It's across from the Animal Clinic."

Mr Harris stared at her and blinked several times before finally speaking, "You own...? Are you emancipated?"

"I am," Rose confirmed. "I'll be 18 in May."

"Rose...you definitely don't want to be stuck as a sophomore taking basic level classes. You should be done." Mr Harris reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. "Give me your email address. I'm going to partner with the adviser and some of my connections. If you're serious about this, I can help you get there."

Rose sighed and inhaled, mustering her courage. "I do. I want to do everything I need to do in order to get into college. I want to smart about my decisions. For myself and for my business."

Mr Harris gave her a genuine smile. "Sounds good to me. Now, your email address?"

Library...

Jackson glanced around at the other students not paying attention to him. He slid into a chair at a table across from where Rose sat. Rose slowly glanced at him, surprised and clueless as to his behavior. "Hey, Jackson."

"Hey," he echoed and finally settled into his seat. "I want to talk to you."

"Okay."

"About that night."

"Okay."

"The night Derek attacked us."

"Okay." Rose closed her book. "What about it?"

"What was that thing? What happened to you? Why did it just leave after? And-"

She held up her hand to silence him. "Jackson, these questions you're asking...I'm not sure you really want to know the answer."

"I do." He leaned forward. "When you passed out...you were doing something." Rose simply blinked at him. "You know what I'm talking about. You told me to trust you and that you were going for help."

Rose sighed in defeat and brushed her hair out of her face, keeping her eyes clear. "Jackson, I'm going to tell you something that most people don't really know about me."

She leaned forward and Jackson did as well, his eyes full and ready for her answer. "I'm diabetic."

"What?"

"Type 2. I forgot to take insulin and running around the school trying not to be killed by Derek Hale really pushed me over my limit." As she talked, Jackson sat back in his chair, annoyed by her answer. "When I'm over my limit, I tend to not be in the right state of mind."

"That is total bullshit," he snapped. "You can do things that no one else can. You know things that no one else does."

"So, what?" she said with a nonchalant shrug. "Jackson, why are you so hung up on this? It was a horrible nightmare that I'd rather forget. And you should, too."

"I can't!"

"Well, Jackson," she paused to stand, gathering her things quickly, "sounds like you might have some personal issues and obsessive behaviors you need to work on. Bye."

Jackson jolted to his feet and latched his hand onto her arm. Before he could speak a word, Rose grabbed Jackson's wrist and glared deeply into his eyes. Jackson's face suddenly shifted from anger to fear. Rose leaned in close, her grip tightening. "Don't. Ever. Touch. Me."

A tear rolled down Jackson's face and Rose finally released him. His fingers immediately let go and Rose shoved past him. She took a steady breath, easing the rage aura that surrounded her body. She headed for the library doors when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turned around, ready to unleash her fury upon Jackson once more. However, she was met with the surprised face of Isaac. Her mood suddenly shifted. "Isaac?"

"Hey, Rose." He lowered his hand, an innocent expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

She took another steady breath. "Yeah. Sort of."

Isaac looked back at to where Jackson sat, then turned back to Rose. She took a moment to think up something to say. "Oh, uh. Jackson was bringing up memories of the other night and I didn't want to talk about it, so...yeah..."

"Oh, right." He stared at her, growing awkward by the second. "I, uh...stopped by your shop. But you weren't there."

"Oh."

"Because you were...being chased by a psychotic killer," he said with a small voice.

Rose smirked and hugged her textbook. She studied his goofy, boyish face. "Stop by tonight. I promise this time I will be there."

"Really?" he asked with a smile.

She nodded, mirroring his smile. "Really. Call it a study date."

"Okay."

She winked at him and walked out of the library. She smiled excitedly as she entered the hallway. She hugged her textbook then finally glanced up. She stopped mid-stride. The hallways was empty and gray like ash had fallen. No warm sunlight coming through the windows, only gray, pale light. Rose glanced around, looking everywhere. "What the...? How did I...?"

There was no sound besides her voice. She heard a familiar growl. She turned around, seeing a familiar burned man standing at the end of the hallway. Rose glared at the man, slowly walking towards him. Her heels making no noise as she walked. "How did you call me here? No one has the power."

"I have...the power," he said. He began walking towards her. "I'm an Alpha, witch. I call...whomever I want...whenever I want."

"I am free," Rose said angrily. "No one can call me. No one controls me. I belong...to no one."

"I am an Alpha," the man repeated. "I call who...ever I want...when...ever I want."

Rose stopped and so did the Alpha as they stood face-to-face. Rose stared up into the burned man's red eyes, again searching for any clue. The Alpha gently reached his hands out, claws sharp and ready. He traced his claws up her arms, careful not to cut or tear her skin and clothes. He stepped closer as his hands made it to her neck. His charred, crisped thumb traced her bottom lip. "So beautiful...be mine...witch."

Rose laughed. At first a chuckle, then bubbles of laughter escaped her lips. She grabbed the Alpha's wrists. "You think you can seduce me into serving you? You think you have that kind of power?"

Rose's emerald green eyes suddenly turned to dark onyx, devoid of any light. The Alpha tilted his head, his bright red eyes fading slightly. "You come after me? Your little revenge plan will end with an abrupt death...yours!"

The Alpha suddenly roared. Rose gripped his wrists tighter. "Alpha or not...I will destroy you."

"ROSE!"

Rose snapped her eyes open and glanced around. Derek was staring right into eyes, holding her shoulders. He slowly let go. Rose twirled around as she examined the area around her. She was standing in the parking lot, towards the back where there were fewer cars. She also noticed the sun had gotten lower. She turned back to Derek. "Um..."

"What were you doing?" he asked.

She blinked as she steadied herself, trying to remember everything. Especially how she ended up outside. "I-I was...I was called."

"Someone called you?"

Rose instinctively searched her back, checking for her notebooks and other things. "The Alpha. He called me into Limbo."

Derek frowned, glancing around to make sure no one was watching them. "I thought only servant witches can be called."

"That's true," she said, hugging herself. "Somehow, he used his Alpha powers to call me in by force."

He studied her for a moment. "Did you tell you something?"

"Yes," she said. "He wants me on his side."

"Why?"

"Why?" she scoffed at him. "Derek, I'm a fucking witch. Why do you think an Alpha struggling to create a pack wants a witch at his side? Especially one not tied to any hunters?"

Derek deepened his frown. He grabbed her arm and began leading her away. "I'll stay at your place. I'll protect you."

"What?" She wiggled free. "No. You're California's Most Wanted, now. You are not endangering Conner and me. No."

"Rose, I promised to protect you," he said sternly and quietly. "Now, let me."

Beacon Hills Boutique...

Conner reached the top of the stairs, stopping upon hearing Rose and Isaac giggle. He shook his head and entered the apartment. "Teenagers."

In the shop, Rose turned the sign from Opened to Close. Isaac examined a pot with a beautiful flower. He looked at the tag hooked around the stem of the flower. "Amaryllis?" he said. "What does it mean?"

Rose locked down the front door. "It's Greek. It means 'sparkling'." She turned and walked over to him. "There's a myth about a nymph named Amaryllis."

Isaac turned to look at Rose as he petted the soft petals of the flower. "Did she sleep with Zeus?"

Rose paused and frowned at him. "What made you ask that?"

He shrugged. "Well, in most Greek myths...it usually involves Zeus and a nymph."

She laughed. "Good point, but no." She took a step closer to him. "The myth of the Amaryllis flower is about love. Amaryllis was a nymph who was in love with a shepherd named Alteo. He was beautiful, more handsome than Apollo and as strong as Hercules. He also had a passion for flowers...which is why Amaryllis loved him. But Alteo swore he would only fall in love with a woman who presented him with a flower he had never seen before."

Isaac listened intently, studying her face, memorizing every curve and line. "Amaryllis was determined to win Alteo's love," Rose continued. "So, she went to see the Oracle, and the Oracle told her 'only by sacrificing your blood will you win his heart'."

"Like suicide?" he asked.

Rose smirked, touching the tip of the flower's petal. "For thirty days, Amaryllis stood outside Alteo's house and pierced her own heart with a golden arrow. Each day, she hoped. Each day, her blood would fall upon the ground. Then...on the thirtieth, when her blood hit the ground, a beautiful crimson flower grew and bloomed in front of Alteo's very eyes in which he fell in love with her."

Isaac blinked as he thought over the story. "Not sure I'd feel the same."

"Oh, yeah?" Rose smiled mischievously. "So if some girl stood outside your house and pierced her heart with a golden arrow for thirty days, you wouldn't fall in love?"

"No, I don't think I would," he said, mirroring her smile. "Would you?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno. Seems like a very dramatic romantic gesture. I'd be flattered."

Isaac moved closer, leaning in as she talked. "What about normal romantic gestures?"

Rose softened her smile and leaned in as well. "Like what?"

Isaac shifted his gaze from her eyes to her lips. He said nothing, his heart beating so fast he thought it would deafen him. He leaned in slowly. His breath shaky, giving away his nervousness. Rose tilted her head up, silently cursing the significant height difference. Isaac gently pressed his lips to hers. Rose placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing against him to deepen their kiss. Isaac slid his hands around her waist. Rose moved her hands to the back of his neck as their kissing turned more passionate. Her fingers were creeping up into his hair when a loud knock from the back disturbed them. They both glanced over at the door leading to the back room. And they heard the knock again. "Uh," Rose said, "Gimme a second."

"Sure."

Rose stomped into the backroom and straight to the door. She threw it open, and Jackson forced his way in. "What the...? Jackson, what are you doing here?"

He whirled around, his nostrils flaring, and smug smirk on his face. "I know what you are."

Rose stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I know what you are." His smirk grew and he took a step closer.

"You don't know anything, Jackson." Rose crossed her arms under her chest. "You look like you haven't been sleeping. You should go home."

"No," he said firmly. "I know what you are. And you're going to help be become like you."

Rose blinked in annoyance. "And what exactly is it you think I am?"

Jackson shook with anger, but he smiled nonetheless. "A werewolf."

Rose doubled over in laughter. Jackson's facade began to crumble as he watched Rose laugh and laugh. She stopped long enough to catch her breath. "A werewolf? Oh, that is rich. That...that is hilarious!"

"What's going on?"

Jackson turned to the door, seeing Isaac standing with his eyes wide and confused. Jackson frowned, glancing back at a still laughing Rose and a bewildered Isaac. "Why are you here?"

"She invited me over."

Rose calmed herself down. "I'm sorry, Isaac. But...Jackson here? Thinks that I'm a werewolf."

Jackson's jaw shifted in frustration. "You are!"

"Why do you think she's a werewolf?"

"She's a fucking freak!" he snapped. "She knows things and can do things that no one else can do! Just like Scott McCall."

"McCall?" Isaac frowned.

"Jackson," Rose said slowly, "I'm not a werewolf. Besides, it's a full moon tonight." She gestured to the ceiling. "Do you see any claws? Fangs? Do I have any glowing eyes? Am I growing a fur coat?"

She stood only a foot away from him now. Jackson stared into her eyes, seeing the truth in her words. Rose pointed to the door. "Get out. Now."

Jackson snorted, glancing at Isaac before finally heading to the door. He stopped right at the doorway and whirled around. "Don't, Jackson!" Rose warned before he speak a word. "Don't say anything. Just leave. Get out."

Jackson glared at her then stomped out, slamming the door behind him. Rose groaned in frustration as she pushed her hair back. She slowly turned around to face Isaac who was still standing by the other door awkwardly. She licked her lips and squirmed in the tense atmosphere. "Um...it's getting late. You should...you should go home."

Isaac slowly nodded in agreement. He said nothing as he grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He looked over at Rose, thinking of something to say. "Can I, uh...can I come by, again?"

Rose looked up at him, surprised by his question. She wiped the tears off her face. "Yeah. I'd like that, actually."

"Okay," he said with a gentle smile. "See you at school."

Beacon Hills Cemetery, February 9, 2011...

Derek stood in front of the plain grave of his sister. It made him sad, seeing nothing of Laura's personality on it. An ugly block of gray stone. Derek shook his head. "You deserved better."

A twig snapping caught his attention. His eyes scanned the woods, seeing something moving. He took his hands out of his jacket pockets and walked into the woods. He heard the small footsteps retreating further into the woods. Derek took off running. He followed the scent filling his nose; a scent of fear and sweat. He veered off slightly, heading around the large pond. He sprinted faster then jumped, stepping off of a small cliff. He tackled his prey and took it down with him. They rolled and his prey wiggled out of his grasp. Derek got up on all fours to face his prey and stopped suddenly. A young woman stared back at him. Her eyes were so dark they looked black to him. Her dark brown hair was a ratted mess around her dirty face. But Derek could see the beauty behind the dirt and grime. The woman's black eyes suddenly glowed bright blue and she roared, her teeth filled with sharp fangs. Her message was clear. Leave me alone!

Derek roared back, his own eyes shining a bright, brilliant blue. The woman lowered her head in submission, her eyes returning to their normal color. Derek calmed himself and slowly rose to his feet. His glare never leaving the woman's face. "Who are you?"

Beacon Hills High School...

Rose turned slowly in her seat and frowned at Stiles. "You want me to do what now?"

Stiles stared, taken aback that she didn't answer. "What am I, speaking French?"

"Je peux parler français. Un idiot peut-il parler français?"

Stiles frowned at her in annoyance. Rose smirked at his expression. "Wanna hear it in Irish?"

"What? No, look," he leaned closer. "We need Allison's necklace."

"Her necklace?"

"Yes. We need it."

"You mean Derek needs it."

"Yes. To stop the Alpha."

"How is a necklace going to stop the Alpha?"

"I don't know!" He stopped, awkwardly noticing the attention he was gathering. "Look, couldn't you just compel Allison to give us the necklace?"

"Compel?"

Stiles nodded. Rose shook her head and turned back around in her seat. "I'm not compelling Allison to do anything."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at the back of her head in disbelief. He leaned forward again. "Dude, this is for Derek."

"I'm not compelling Allison, Stiles," she said firmly, continuing to copy down the notes from the board. "I am not at your beck and call. Besides, I'm laying low."

"Why do you have to lay low?"

Rose stopped writing, getting more and more frustrated by him. "Because I'm on the Alpha's radar. He wants me on his side, too."

"Why does he want you?"

"Are you serious?" she whispered to herself. She then turned back to look at Stiles. "Why do you think, Stiles? I'm a fucking witch and the fucking Alpha wants me to help him fucking kill people."

Stiles leaned back slightly. "There's no need for profanity."

"Then understand," she demanded. "I'm laying low...I don't want to be a target. For the Alpha. For the hunters. For anyone."

Stiles blinked, truly shocked by her seriousness. "Okay. Okay, I'm sorry."

Rose nodded in thanks and turned back around. Stiles leaned forward again and asked, "Could you at least ask?"

Rose gripped her pencil tight. "I'm so going to turn you into a frog."

Stilinski Residence...

Stiles entered his room and threw his backpack over beside his bed. He went straight to his desk, failing to notice the two people standing on the otherside of his room. Derek and a woman stood against the fall wall on the other side of Stiles' bed. Stiles powered up his computer and began typing away. "Hey, Stiles!" a voice called.

Stiles swiveled in his chair around. "Yo, Da...Derek?"

Derek held his finger up to his mouth. Footsteps approached the room and Derek pointed to the door, gesturing for Stiles to stop his father from entering. Stiles scrambled to his feet and ran out the door, closing it behind him. Derek and the woman exchanged glances. After a long moment, Stiles returned, closing his bedroom door. Derek lunged forward, grabbing Stiles' jacket as he pushed the teen against the door. "If you say one word-"

"Oh, what?" Stiles stuttered. "You mean, like 'hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room with some random homeless chick. Bring your gun'?"

Derek stared at Stiles taken aback-like. Stiles nodded, "Yeah, that's right. Its my house, my rules, buddy."

Stiles slapped Derek's shoulder for good measure. Derek took a step back as he nodded, and adjusted Stiles' jacket. The woman stepped around Derek and frowned at Stiles. "¿Es este el chico que nos va a proteger?"

Stiles glanced back and forth between the woman and Derek. "Who the hell is this?"

"This is Emma," Derek said bluntly.

Emma raised her hand in an awkward wave. "Hola."

"She's being hunted by the Alpha," Derek added.

Stiles raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Emma. "The Alpha wants you, too?"

"Too?" Derek echoed.

"Yes," Emma said without a hint of an accent. "I came here with Laura."

"Wait, Laura Hale?" Stiles leaned forward. "Is that why the Alpha wants you?"

Emma eyed Derek who gave her a warning look. Stiles noticed their exchange and sighed. "Look, I get that one of you has extreme trust issues, but believe it or not, I want to stop the Alpha, too. I'd really like it if he stopped killing people. So if you could just tell me why the Alpha wants you and maybe it'll help us catch him...? Hm?"

Emma shrugged. Her hair was still a mess of knots and dirt and leaves. Her shirt and jeans were covered in dirt and dust and her barefeet were covered in dried mud. She sighed as she began to slowly pace. "I met Laura in Mexico." She spoke carefully, glancing at Derek as she talked. "We spent some time together. Then she told me she needed to return home. To meet someone. So I decided to come with her."

"Wait, are you a werewolf?" Stiles asked.

Emma frowned slightly. "I thought that was obvious."

Stiles pressed his lips together. "No. No. It wasn't. But now I get why you and Laura hungout."

"Yeah. Anyway, when we got here, she asked me to wait while she left to go meet the guy waiting for her." Emma scratched her arm. "I saw the guy rip her in half. I saw him turn into what he is now. I knew he caught my scent, so I ran. I've been running ever since."

"So, he wants you because you're a witness," Stiles stated.

Emma nodded. "Also...I'm not just a werewolf."

Stiles glanced over at Derek who remained silent. He turned his gaze back to Emma, studying her from head to toe. "What are you?"

Before she could answer, Derek stepped in-between them. "This doesn't matter right now."

"Doesn't mat...dude, this sounds freaking important-"

"It's not," Derek said firmly, taking a moment to glare at Emma. "Did Scott get the necklace?"

Stiles tried to stare down Derek, but found himself unable to break the angry wolf. He sighed and walked over to his desk. "No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?" Derek said with a shrug.

"So it wasn't Scott." Stiles noticed Emma snooping through his closest. "Hey, those are clean and you're very dirty. Can you just...go take a shower or something?"

"The dirt hides my scent."

"Yeah, well the dirt is getting everywhere."

Derek sighed and gestured to the door. "Go ahead. I think you'll be fine."

Emma sighed and walked over to the door. She left the room and headed towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. She entered the bathroom, her nose filling with new scents. She turned on the shower and began removing her clothes. She stepped into the shower. The moment the water hit her skin, the dirt began falling off her body in dirty, muddy beads of water. She heard the soft sound of the door opening. Emma crouched down, ready to pounce if needed. Another scent filled her nose, a mix of musk and anger. It was a sharp smell, like copper. Emma shoved the curtain aside. Derek stood on the other side, glaring. Emma rolled her eyes. "¿Es esta la parte donde me apuñalas hasta la muerte?"

His glare softened in surprise. "You've seen Psycho?"

"I grew up in Mexico not under a rock." She turned back to the shower, letting the water rinse the dirt off her face.

"I told you not to say anything."

Emma wiped the water off her face. "Then why did we even come here then? You said this boy is going to help us."

"He is. But he's not like us. There's things he doesn't need to know." He lowered his voice as he talked. "Things only we can know."

Emma kept her arms up, blocking Derek's view of her breasts. "He knows a lot. Why don't you trust him?"

"I don't trust anyone."

Emma turned to look at him with a frown. She grabbed the shampoo bottle from the corner of the shower. "Maybe you should trust someone."

She moved to close the curtain, but Derek grabbed her hand, stopping her. "I don't want you telling Stiles anything because I know you haven't told me everything."

Emma leaned in, unphazed by the near foot height difference between them. "I think you know why, Derek. You know what I am. You know there's rules I must follow. And you know why the Alpha really wants me."

Derek's glare deepened. Emma shook his hand off of hers. "You going to keep watching or can I shower in peace?"

He harrumphed, but left her nonetheless. Emma pulled the shower curtain closed. She returned to washing herself and relished the feeling of clean hair. When she finished, she dressed herself in the clothes provided by Stiles. A gray t-shirt and a pair of his sweats. She thought the clothes would fit perfectly considering the body type of the boy, but his clothes were actually kind of loose. With her hair still dropping wet, she left the bathroom and entered the bedroom. She stopped once she took a step into the room. Stiles was sitting next to a handsome, extremely tall boy who was typing away at the computer. The boy turned to Emma then swiveled in his chair to look at Stiles. "Is she your cousin, too?"

"Yeah, Danny," Stiles stammered. "She's my cousin, too. Just concentrate on what you're doing, man."

Danny frowned then continued typing away at the computer. Derek walked over and shut the door. He guided Emma over by the bed, away from the two teenagers. Though her hair was wet, Derek could tell it was fairly long, nearly reaching her waist. Her hair was already starting to dry, the strands beginning to curl. "What is he doing?" Emma asked.

"Tracing a text."

"There," Danny announced, lowering his hands. "The test was sent from a computer. This one."

Derek walked over, Emma following him. He read the screen and raised his eyebrows. "Registered to that account name?"

Stiles shook his head at the name at the bottom of the screen. "No. That can't be right."

Emma leaned forward to look at the screen as well. "Who is Melissa McCall?"

end of chapter 4

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