The warmth on her side shifted away slightly, making Willa whine and move closer. It was one of her favorite things about both being a werewolf and having a werewolf boyfriend; the above-normal body temperature. She'd always preferred warm weather anyway.
Willa whined as source of heat completely removed itself from her and the soft bed beneath her was relieved of some weight. Moments later, the room was illuminated as curtains were pulled away from the windows, making the blonde whine and roll over, turning her back to sunlight. Her head was still muzzy from sleep, and everything about her felt heavy.
Underneath her, the bed sunk again as a comforting weight returned to the bed. Willa smiled slightly, until the warmth was shaking her shoulder. Stretching her arm up, she whacked blindly at Derek and grumbled, "S'too early. Sleep."
Her answer was missing her target and a chuckle, before feeling two lips pressed against her shoulder as he murmured quietly, "Your brother is awake, I'll see you later." And with that, he was gone, her window open and letting the smell of the outdoors in. A slight breeze entered as well, making the blonde huff tiredly, before stretching up and closing it quietly.
Despite wanting to remain curled into her comforter and spend the entire day in lazy warmth, it was not meant to be. It was also Thursday, and that meant one more day till the weekend, but first she had to actually get through school for the day. The entire week had been exhausting, even with her new stamina. Between training with Derek, having friends that weren't Stiles or Scott to pay attention to, and actual school, Willa was shocked she hadn't passed out.
But Thursday meant school, and school meant Lydia. And Lydia meant that Willa had to get up as early as Scott now to get ready. She had to put make up on, do her hair, and then somehow squeeze herself into an outfit that made her more look like another Lydia. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it just meant that she had to watch YouTube videos and call Lydia twice before being able to start any of that process. Silly her, having thought a week ago that the hardest part of sophomore year would be being a werewolf.
Willa was just finishing up her makeup when Scott called through the door, "Hey, Willa, you decent?" The female winced at her brothers volume. That weekend, she decided, she would sacrifice time with her mate to train her brother, hard. No only was he having trouble controlling himself, but he still hadn't gotten it through his head he didn't need to raise his voice. In fact, she was going to severely discourage any rise in voice indoors.
Taking a breath, she told him evenly, keeping her voice normal to make a point, "Yup, still in my pajamas, I'm almost done with my make-up." His footsteps weren't as loud, meaning he wasn't wearing shoes yet, his heart steady, and breathing normal. His scent was the same at the base, though as he had been doing since he first met Allison, he had used a tad too much shampoo for a werewolf's taste, and a couple dabs of aftershave.
She highly doubted any of that had passed through her brother's mind, because he was being stubborn and refused to get help from the one person who could help him. More accurately, he seemed to hate the one person who could help him. Said one person he wasn't aware he would be stuck with for the rest of her life if he intended on staying in her life. She really had to do something about his distrust and dislike of Derek.
Scott paused as he stepped into her room, seeming surprised to see that Willa was indeed putting on make-up, her hair had been brushed and styled in loose curls. Dabbing the last bit of lip stick on, she snapped the lid on it and dropped the black tube into the basket on her dresser holding her make-up for the time being. Satisfied that she looked put together enough to gain Lydia's approval, she moved over to her closet just as Scott asked, "Was I too loud again?"
Flicking her blue eyes over at him she replied calmly, "I don't just tell you it for my health. Scott, our hearing doesn't have some automatic on and off switch. It's always elevated, unless we make a conscious effort to dampen it. You subconsciously dampen your hearing when you speak, but I can't. Speaking of listening, please tell me you have memorized at least one person's base heart rate, footsteps, something."
Honestly, she was practically begging him at this point. He was making it incredibly difficult on her to defend if he said no. Her wolf had immediately picked out family when she first turned, mom, brother, and Stiles. Because she hadn't fought herself the first few weeks, then again, she'd been terrified, confused, and a complete wreck.
She looked back over at him, a bit relieved at his smile when he answered, "Yeah, I've got your heart rate and, uh, I've got Allison's. Don't tell Stiles, please." When he admitted he knew Allison's base heart rate, his sped up slightly and his face tinged red. The fact that he had learned Allison's heartbeat before Stiles's said something, but he had to find out on his own, no matter how much she wanted to tell him.
Huffing a bit, she just told him, "That won't be a problem. He owes me an actual apology. You know what, you do too." Scott started at her sudden change in topic, looking around like there was someone else she could have been talking to before looking back at her. Willa had turned to face him, hand propped on her hip.
Even with the puppy eyes and confusion, Willa didn't break, raising her eyebrows (that she had gotten waxed Sunday with Lydia and dear God did it hurt) as she waited. Scott looked utterly lost, but asked, "What am I supposed to be sorry for?"
Rolling her eyes at how hopeless her brother was, she dismissed it, exasperated, "Well it doesn't matter if you don't know. For the record, it's because you keep treating me like a helpless child. I will remind you, again, that I do have friends outside of you and Stiles, that me not being in sight at all times does not mean I'm in danger. I will also remind you that I've been a werewolf longer than you, and I'm that much better at it."
Maybe it was a bit harsh to point out she was a better werwolf, but it was true. Scott did take offense though, growling, "How much better can you be?! I've got lacrosse to train, you're on your own!"
It was Willa and her wolf's turn to take offense. Immediately, her wolf found threat with this beta not recognizing her mate's scent, and while she knew it was because Scott just didn't recognize Derek's scent, it didn't make it any less irritating. Taking a deep breath, Willa pulled herself back and told her brother in a tense voice, "No, I'm not alone. I train, to keep control and to protect myself. There are hunters, Scott, and now a whole freaking family of them have taken up residence here! They almost killed you, and they would have done it without any remorse if Derek hadn't saved you-"
"How do you know about that?" Scott had stood, the two still a foot apart but that distance didn't matter if one of them really did loose their temper.
Her eyes became an incandescent yellow, though no other changes appeared as a show of control, and Willa snapped at him, "I was there, you idiot! Derek got you as far from them as possible and I kept them from following. We're stronger as packs, Scott, I don't know how many times I have to say that until you get it through your head!"
Scott growled, his eyes flashing the same color, but unlike Willa, he couldn't control himself and he shifted halfway, canine teeth extending as well as his claws. Her wolf refused to be less shifted and she allowed a full half-shift as well. Scott's wolf seemed to take it as a kind of challenge and he took a step forward, snarling, "Stay away from that guy! He's dangerous, you could-"
Before the lacrosse player realized what was happening, Willa had grabbed him by the throat and thrown him into her wall, sending cracks through the plaster, and held him there. Her claws dug into his skin as she bit out, venom saturating every syllable, "He isn't dangerous, you're just an absolute dumbass!" Willa tossed him to the other side of her room, as if he were a piece of paper, though this time she let go, allowing him to stumble on his own. Eyes still glowing, she watched him stand and she said firmly, "I'm stronger, because I learned to control myself and to accept who I am now. It's not something you can just push off to the side and hope it goes away, it's not the flu."
Pulling back, her teeth returned to normal, claws sunk back into her nail beds, and her eyes returned to the natural dark blue. She looked like a completely normal human, thought looks were deceiving. Willa held her place, observing as Scott fell out of his shift from being slammed into a wall twice, standing up but groaning as he did so. Shaking her head, she sighed, "I can't make you accept it, or stop being such a stubborn idiot. Those are your choices to make. But, Scott, I've made mine. I'm a big girl, I can make my own choices, so could accept that at least?"
Willa was upset, although hiding it beautifully. She wanted Scott to just realize that there was no changing who he was now, and that it was a gift, not the curse he insisted on believing it to be. But he was stubborn, and for now, there was no changing his mind on the matter. Scott watched as Willa turned to go back to the closet, picking out her clothes for the day and agreed, "Yeah. It's just, it's hard. Your my sister, I want you to be safe. I'm trying to get used to it, you being so confident and all. I mean, a couple months ago, you got scared by the toaster."
She smiled faintly, shaking her head. Yes, she used to be scared of everything. Because before, everything could hurt her. Now, she was a supernatural creature, something to be feared, not fearful. Grabbing the red top Lydia had suggested, Willa reassured him, "I'm still your sister, I'm still the same person. Just with guts now. And these babies." Holding her hand up, she 'flicked' her claws out, then waggled her five deadly weapons. Grinning, she added, "I'm really quiet capable of taking care of myself."
After getting a pair of white jeans that she remembered liking but fearing their price, she slipping into her bathroom and heard Scott ask, "Why can't you just train me? You're good at controlling yourself, and your better at this than I am." Oh, she wanted to train him just to reinforce the no yelling rule. But, she was a crap teacher. And she knew he was a horrid student, and she didn't have enough control yet to keep from ripping his throat out if he got on her nerves too badly.
Besides, if she taught him, he wouldn't go to Derek, and if he didn't go to Derek, there was no chance of them ever getting along, or at least tolerating each other. Tugging her sleep shirt over her head, she told him, "Because, my dear twin, I have absolutely no time. In case you haven't noticed, Lydia Martin has decided I'm her new project slash friend, and when I'm not with her, I have to study with Allison. Between them and school, I'm shocked we're even having this conversation."
"Yeah, I've noticed your sudden social life. So has Stiles." Willa scowled at the mention of her best friend, but her brother continued, "I know he feels really bad about what he said last week, but he just misses you." Her twin had a point, and she damn well knew it. As much as she hated to admit it, Stiles hadn't been that out of line. She had been so busy with Derek, and then Allison and Lydia, that she'd forgotten Stiles. And she felt absolutely terrible about it.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she rolled her eyes at her brother's frown and moved back to the closet to get her shoes. As she sat down and started to tug them on, she conceded, "I know, and I'll make it up to him while you and Allison are on your date."
Scott had only remembered to actually tell Willa what had brought him into her room after she mentioned the date with Allison. Apparently, he had had a nightmare that he shifted and killed Allison on a bus at school. He'd woken up freaked out and sweaty, swearing that it felt so real. Then he'd asked if it was normal that dreams be so realistic now that they were werewolves. All she could tell him was she had no idea, that maybe it was just a terrifyingly horrid nightmare.
And then it became her nightmare as well. When they arrived at school, the bus was a crime scene, and it the back was covered in blood. Human blood. Scott had almost lost control as she ran off to try and find Allison, Stiles going another direction, and then Scott running another way. As the bell rang to signal first period, she picked up Allison's scent, fresh and alive. Moments later receiving a text from Scott that he found her. Which was why she actually managed to get through her History class.
Chemistry, she almost didn't. Stiles and Scott got moved, which made several kids snicker. And then that girl, Hannah or Harley or something, had seen something and drew everyone's attention to it. They found someone, and while yes he had moved, signaling that he was alive, Scott was still panicked and terrified that he had been the one to do that. Willa was more concerned that the man would tell the wrong people about her brother.
Lunch was it's own disaster. Lydia turned her brother and Allison's date into a double date, bowling of all things. Scott was an atrocious bowler, even with the bumpers he sucked. But Jackson, being the jackass that he was, egged Scott into announcing he was a great bowler. Willa and Stiles nearly choked on their respective food when that was said. Jackson noticed, but any smug look he was going to attempt was killed by the absolutely murderous glare that Willa gave him. Thank God Lydia didn't seem to notice the blonde trying to kill her boyfriend with a look.
And through the rest of their classes, Allison began to politely complain about what was supposed to be a romantic first date being turned into a group date. While normally, Willa would offer to try and distract Lydia or get her to change her plans to help crush the group date, she was too preoccupied with other events, and could only nod and commiserate weakly. The main problem? Allison absolutely reeked of wolfsbane, and that meant that her parents had brought in a lot more wolfsbane or wolfsbane-laces things into the house.
Scott had work after school, and Willa had weaseled her way out of going over to Allison's to go to Derek's. He hadn't been in a great mood when she arrived, and Willa was almost upset to find out he had been there when Scott attacked the bus driver. She was less so when he actually explained everything to her. The Alpha had been there, had called Scott there. Apparently, with the claim bite, Willa wasn't affected by the Alpha's call to her anymore, especially since she didn't recognize him as one. While she had been worried why she hadn't woken up to it, she was grateful knowing her mate had prevented her brother from murdering anyone.
Then her night had actually gotten difficult. After at least three hours of training, mostly dodging through the trees and attacking only to knock them off long enough to get away, Derek agreed that they could stop. She knew he was worried that something would happen, that she would get hurt, but she had to remind him that even werewolf's needed a break. The rest of her evening had been the only relaxing part of her day. Even though she didn't get to spend the night.
Armed with candy, soda, video games and a large bag of curly fries, Willa McCall was hoping to the high heavens she didn't get a door slammed in her face. And quite frankly, that was the reaction she was kind of expecting. She probably deserved it to a degree, too. But as she kicked at the door of the Stilinski house, she was really hoping that Stiles wouldn't slam the door in her face, because her arms were full and she needed to put it all down.
The look on Stiles' face when he saw his best friend standing there was priceless, and increased her guilt. It took a total of two minutes before either one spoke, and it was Willa pleading, "Can I please come in and dump this somewhere? Otherwise it's all ending up on your porch." She must have said the magic words, because he snapped out of whatever kind of trance or shock he was in and stepped aside, letting Willa into the living room where she promptly dropped it all onto the coffee table.
Just as soon as it was out of her arms, she was sorting through it and separating it into groups before turning back to look at Stiles, who was standing there, still in shock. At least he had managed to close the door, so he wasn't catatonic. Shifting awkwardly from one foot to another, Willa gestured to the items spread out on the coffee table and said nervously, "Look, I didn't mean to stop hanging out- It wasn't like I consciously thought 'hey I should ignore Stiles'- I'm not used to having more than just you and- I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry for yelling and being a bitch and-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence, instead found herself being crushed in a tight hug, but for once she didn't mind. Instead she hugged back as tightly as she could without killing the friend she had neglected. Finally, he pulled away and Willa saw that he was wearing a true 'Stiles smile', something that had been a little too rare after the passing of his mom and then high school. Willa gave him a genuine smile back.
And then she took charge, turning back to her hoard and telling him in a cheerful tone, "Pizza's going to be here in about ten minutes, paid for already. Now, we can start with Lego Batman or Lego Hobbit. Which one?" Looking over her shoulder, she saw his confused look.
Coming over and standing next to her, he studied everything before his eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he exclaimed, "Wills, you bought new video games! What the hell is wrong with you?! It's been a week, not a decade!"
Willa smiled proudly, though was slightly embarrassed when she realized she hadn't taken the sticky price tags off of the boxes. Standing firm in her decision, she informed him, "Dude, we're pulling an all nighter. Besides, you might want more when I tell you where I've been." That got his attention, and suspicion.
Before she could try and avert his attention again, he inquired, "Yeah, and where's that been?" And then came even more guilt. She hated lying to her best friend, and she knew she couldn't tell him the full truth still, but she would tell him as much as she could without his head exploding.
She answered him, "I know I told you guys that I have control, and I do. But I didn't just learn to control myself on my own. I've been training… with Derek Hale." Unlike Scott, Stiles didn't flip out. It was more of a quite rage that started to boil up.
He nodded for almost a full moment before saying something, his tone even, "You mean the crazy guy in the woods who buried half his sister under a rope with wolfsbane woven in, right?"
By default, her wolf stirred in need to protect her mate, but she held back and explained, "It's tradition to bury the body soon as possible. Especially since Laura was an Alpha, and killed by hunters. That mark was too show any other wolves or hunters who came looking that her death wouldn't be ignored. When we found her-"
"We, as in you and him? As in you were with him?" His heart rate was rising, and she could tell he was straining to control his temper. But she nodded, looking at her feet, suddenly feeling like the terrified human she had been before. She did spare a look and saw the vein in his neck before looking back at her feet.
The silence sat for a good ten minutes. It was only interrupted when the doorbell rang. Willa ran over and answered, taking the four pizza boxes and signing it, thanking the delivery boy before she closed the door. When she returned to the living room, Stiles seemed to have calmed down. He patted the cushion next to him on the couch, and she sat. Silence stayed a little longer before he sighed, "I don't like him. He's hiding something, and obviously your in on it."
She opened her mouth, but he held his hand up, continuing, "You don't have to tell me. But, you trust him. And he hasn't hurt you, I'd know if he had. And I know it's important that you learn control, so I won't say anything. On one condition." Willa perked up, looking like a pleading puppy at him as he named his condition, "If he ever even says the wrong thing or looks at you sideways, you tell me or Scott. Preferably both of us."
Willa agreed, and with that, they dug into the pizza. The minimal conversation while they stuffed their faces consisted of Stiles telling Willa what Scott had learned at the bus, after Willa told Stiles Scott had finally stopped by Derek's that afternoon to ask for help controlling himself. And while Stiles wasn't thrilled, asking the same question as to why Willa couldn't train Scott, he seemed relieved that his friend would have some help.
After that, the topic of werewolves and the two newest to Beacon Hills was off-limits as a measure to preserve their friendship and not get into an argument. They were somewhere in Laketown with the hobbit and dwarves when Sheriff Stilinski came home, looking exhausted as usual. Pausing the game, Willa and Stiles peeled their eyes away from the moving pictures to watch Stiles' dad drop onto the couch, stealing some of the candy that was spread over the coffee table, answering their unasked 'what's wrong', "Bus driver died. Melissa called me, looks like his-"
Willa's phone started to chirp out 'Unconditionally' by Katy Perry and the blonde snatched it up, excusing herself into the kitchen as she answered in a low voice, "What happened?"
"He just kept saying 'I'm sorry' then his heart gave out," Derek's voice growled out. It was quite obvious he was irritated, and confused. Willa frowned, trying to figure out what he could have been sorry for. Did he think he and provoked an attack and that Derek was the one who had attacked? No, that didn't make sense, when Scott went to see the guy the other day, the driver had freaked out.
Glancing into the Stilinski living room, she saw and heard both men still discussing the bus driver. Neither had seemed to think anything of her phone ringing at least. Moving to lean against the counter, she apologized, "This isn't going to make it any better either. I borrowed the case file for Laura and was going over it during English. You know how I thought that maybe the hunters were making the attack look animal?" When he didn't say anything, she continued, "They would have had to be werewolves themselves. Laura wasn't cut in half, she was ripped. It's why they determined the killer to be animal. And, now we know why the spark didn't pass to you when she was killed. Derek, whoever killed your sister, killed her to be an Alpha."
Despite being told that not only had they been chasing the wrong thing, but that his sister had been killed for her power, he was remarkably calm. Highly agitated, she heard several smashes on the other end and received a very powerful growl, but he hadn't flown into a blind rage, and that was taking severe control, she knew it. Stiles was standing in the doorway now, waiting for her to finish her phone call, which meant he had weaseled all he could out of his dad.
Mouthing 'one minute' to him, she finally got a verbal reply from Derek, "The Alpha bit you because he didn't know if Laura was a real Alpha. She didn't have a pack other than me, it didn't trust that the spark would pass. That means it could be anyone." Rubbing the back of her neck, Willa murmured an agreement before saying she had to go. The promise to come to the Hale estate as soon as she could was unspoken but agreed and known.
She hung up and turned back to Stiles, who told her, "We gotta go tell Scott. Garrison Meyers died from cardiac arrest, from the attack. I know Scott tried to help the guy, but he's gonna want to know that he's dead."
Willa nodded but informed him of the change in plan, "I need to go see a friend." She didn't need to say anymore than that. Stiles knew she meant go see Derek, and his face twisted in dislike, but he could tell no matter what he said, he would loose. Whatever it was, Willa would be going to see Derek and not with him. He would be in charge of telling Scott, and would say nothing about where Willa was.
Willa watched Derek pace the floor of what had once been his mom's study. She'd had the police file in her bag, planning on sneaking it into the Sheriff's things while she was hanging out with Stiles. But since that hadn't had a chance to happen, she showed it to Derek, pointing out the other pieces that the coroner had missed, like how Laura had already been dead when ripped in half. It was Derek who realized that it had been deliberately made to look like a hunter cut her.
Which had been what started the pacing. She was just leaning on the charred desk, watching him. It was one of the differences between them she noticed, Derek had to move when he was thinking, whether it was just tapping his fingers against something or going on a full out run. Willa, on the other hand, stayed perfectly still and could zone out completely when she had to think on something. It was one of the only times she was susceptible to being frightened now. But at the moment, she was far too alert.
Finally, Willa spoke up, making Derek pause his movement, "It waited three months before letting anyone find Laura's body. Maybe it didn't know you were in town already, looking for her. I mean, you did a pretty good job of keeping it under wraps you had come back. The Alpha might not be completely wild, not spend a lot of time out here, so it might not have been able to pick up your scent, or maybe it thought maybe it was mine or just a passing Omega."
Derek nodded slightly, his way of letting her know he appreciated that she was coming up with as many reasons as she could, that she was trying to help. Willa knew he didn't expect her to, that it wasn't technically her problem. But to her, it was. Laura had been Derek's sister, his Alpha, and in werewolf culture, she was technically an omega and would have joined Derek's pack, which made Laura her Alpha, dead or no. So that meant this was her problem. Laura would have been her Alpha, and she wanted to catch this bastard or bitch as much as Derek.
Especially since she had a specific reason to hate the Alpha, more so than normal. She didn't hate him for turning her, is she had to, she'd repeat that night and do the same thing. What she hated the Alpha for was trying to kill her when he decided she wasn't worthy or whatever.
Her mate had returned to his pacing, and Willa sighed, realizing that if she had thought this week had been hard, the coming weeks were going to get even worse. And she was already finding it harder and harder to get through days when away from him. Either the pendant was loosing potency or her wolf was started to develop a kind of immunity to its effects. But now was not the time to be thinking about her personal… needs.
The footsteps paused and Willa looked up as the older beta put together, "It killed to become Alpha, and now he needs a pack. Creating a pack is easy, but to take over the old pack is more strength. They didn't just find Laura because someone came across her. The Alpha needs the old pack, not just who it bit." Willa felt herself starting to freeze. If the Alpha wanted to old pack, she was included in that old pack technically. And the Alpha had tried to kill her.
Both Willa and Derek had been so engrossed in their own thoughts, they hadn't realized Scott had arrived, only realizing it when her brother yelled out, "Derek! I know you're here!" Looking at each other, Willa pushed herself off her perch, coming to stand in front of Derek, who wrapped his arms around her tightly, helping mask her smell, although she doubted that Scott would pick it up if he was panicked or emotional. Which he was, they could both smell it on him. As he let go of her, Scott announced, his breathing as erratic as his heart rate, "I know what you did!"
The pair moved quietly out of the study, leaning on the hallway walls just outside the door, as Derek replied, his voice echoing through what was left of the house, "I didn't do anything."
Her brother was confused, she could sense it, but she said nothing as he accused, "You killed him!"
Blue eyes flicking over to the dark haired male across from her, she saw him pinch the bridge of his nose, corrected calmly, "He died."
The yelling, always the yelling. Honestly, one of these days, she was going to yell in Scott's ear to make a point that the increased volume was completely and utterly unnecessary not to mention slightly painful.
The stairs were creaking as Scott started making his way up, prodding, "Like your sister died?"
That struck a nerve, for both Derek and Willa. Willa's eyes flashed yellow, Derek's as well, and she made a silent move to lean against him, gripping his leather jacket as she held herself back, struggling for control. Derek wrapped his arms tightly around her, both of them focusing on their anchors as Derek answered back, keeping his voice even, "My sister was missing. I came here looking for her."
Willa nuzzled into him when he spoke. They'd just put together that Laura had been killed three months before she was found for her spark, simply saying she had been missing wasn't easy. She knew him, and knew that Derek was blaming himself for not realizing she wasn't just missing. Scott wasn't paying enough attention, not hearing the thumping heart rates from not just Derek but Willa, and egged the older wolf on, "You found her."
"I found her in pieces!" The blonde growled into her mate's chest, her wolf even restraining itself. She didn't want to hurt her brother, but he was making it incredibly difficult for her to not loose control and go rip out his vocal chords. Derek closed his eyes and gained some control over his voice again as he added, "Being used to catch me."
Her brother was too stubborn for his own good, too convinced that he knew the truth to listen to reason. He threatened, "I think you killed them both. I'm going to tell everyone. Starting with the Sheriff."
That was the threat that broke both of them. Derek refused to let Scott risk Willa being exposed to the Argents, and Willa wouldn't let her brother harm her mate. Both moved out of the hall, Derek in the lead and just as Scott turned, Derek grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him down the stairs. Willa's eyes were glowing, while Derek was maintaining complete control.
As Scott landed at the bottom of the stairs, the two still standing heard the familiar crack and dry squelch that came with a shift. Derek moved first, jumping off the top to land in front of Scott, making a point to block the stairs in protection. Willa swung herself off the edge of the banister and landed just as easily, a second later standing right behind her mate, watching her brother.
Scott had shifted entirely, only recognizing Willa and Derek as threats. Derek reached out to grab Scott, who retaliated quickly, pushing the older wolf off and through a wall. The blonde female was more than aware that her mate was alright, and made no move to help, keeping her brother's attention on the other male. She knew her place, and knew that she wasn't to get involved unless she couldn't help it.
Willa watched with glowing gold eyes as her mate stood, spitting out some of the plaster and brushing it off himself, muttering, "That was cute." She couldn't help but smirk as Derek took off his jacket, and moved in measured precision towards Scott. Derek shifted easily, still remaining in control, before issuing a challenge, barking it rather than using words.
As Scott leapt through the hole he had caused, Willa moved, shifting her position to only watch as Derek tossed her brother around like a rag doll. She knew the unofficial rule, Willa wasn't to get involved, but when Scott got a punch in, she couldn't help it. She shifted completely as she stepped through the hole, growling at her brother.
When he turned to look at her, she lunged and shoved him, sending him flying back. His wolf didn't seem to care this was his sister, only seeing a pair of wolves, mates, who were attacking him. While she didn't know if his wolf's ability to recognize mates would translate to the human half, she did know that it was now two against one, and she would spending the next two weeks worth of nights wishing she had never gotten involved.
For the most part, Derek was in control of the fight, slamming Scott into the floor, the wall, kicking him across the room. Willa kicked him over what looked like an old crate, hoping he collided with something hard enough to shift down. He didn't, instead recovering and jumping to crouch on top of the boxy object before launching himself at them. Willa dodged to the side, but Derek slashed a him, and she winced at the sound of flesh being opened.
It was followed by the squish of falling out of a shift, and she heard her brother groan. Both Derek and Willa shifted down as well, though it wasn't smooth by any means, their wolves both still wanting a fight. Derek glanced at her, and she nodded to indicate she was fine as she moved to stand by him, before he told Scott, who was still on his hands and knees, looking over his shoulder at the pair, "I didn't kill him. Neither of us did. It's not your fault, and it's not mine."
Her brother's expression was slightly difficult to read with the pain and exhaustion, but she could see the confusion that was turning to anger. All three of them looked slightly wrecked, though Scott was in worse shape. The rage became the prevailing emotion as he shouted, "This? This is all your fault! You ruined my life! And my sister's!"
Willa growled, her wolf still calling for blood for the insult to her mate, and she snapped, "No he didn't!"
Scott glared at Derek still but argued with his sister, "He's the one who bit us!"
"No he's not!" Willa reached out and grabbed Scott's shoulder, forcing him to face her as she told him, still pissed beyond belief, "He's not the one who bit you, and he's not the one who changed me!" Her eyes flicked down to see that the front of Scott's shirt was shredded from Derek's claws.
Her brother looked down and touched the now healed cut, but his eyes widened. He stumbled back and fell to the couch, blinking as recovered his memory of the bus. Willa felt a little bad, she wanted to hug him and tell him it was all okay, but that was a complete and total lie. Nothing was going to be okay, not for a long while.
Finally, Scott looked up at them, still kind of dazed, "There's another." It sounded like he had had some kind of epiphany, and it took everything in her to not coddle him or snap something sarcastic.
Derek had calmed, tossing Willa a look that said 'keep control', before explaining, "It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You, Willa, and I, we're betas. This thing, it's more powerful, more animal, than any of us. My sister came her looking for it, and now I'm trying to find it. But I don't think I can find it without you."
Scott was confused, scared, and a lot of other things, making him ask the cliche and default question, "Why me?"
Glancing at each other, Willa told Scott, "Because he's the one that bit us, that bit you. You're part of his pack and he needs his pack."
Bringing his eyes from the floor, Scott looked like he was pleading for this all to be an elaborate joke, asking, "What about you? He bit us both, and that makes you his pack too!"
Willa growled, moving away as Derek answered for her, "He banished her from his pack the night he bit you, disowned her in a way. But, even before that, she'd chosen my pack, with my sister, before we knew she was dead. He doesn't want her, Scott. He wants you, you're the one he wants."
The realization that a crazed werewolf wanted him on his side seemed to strike her brother like lightning, and Willa managed to gain control enough to sit next to Scott, wrapping her arms around him to comfort him.
Authors Note: Hey guys! Jeeze, I don't know how I made this so damn long. So a couple things: I know in the show, Stiles tells Scott about the bus driver because his dad leaves to go to the hospital, but it served my purposes better than he came home and told them.
Now Scott and Stiles know she spends time with Derek! Just not how she's spending it ;) obviously they're not totally okay with Derek, but at least they're not going to through too much of a fit… yet. And some bonding time! Obviously, Scott and Willa's relationship is very important, but with everything happening it's going to change and be a bit rocky. Same with Stiles.
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