Scott and I forced Derek's arms around our shoulders. He was so exhausted he could hardly walk. I guess getting tortured by hunters could do that to you. We walked swiftly out of the underground prison Derek was kept in, through the eerie corridors, and out into the cold, quiet night. Derek's rugged breathing was loud in my ear, and for some reason it sent waves of anxiety through my body. Scott finally walked several paces ahead of us while I kept my grip on Derek, nervous he'd fall. Derek's slowed, catching his breath, and finally stopped in his place. He took his arm off of me, silently assuring he'd be fine to walk by himself. This man wouldn't even take help if he were paralyzed.
"Hold on, hold on." Derek panted. He turned around as if he was looking for something. "Something doesn't feel right." He thought. My eyes darted, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"You've got the wolf powers, you tell me." I urged.
"I don't know, it's kinda like it was—"
"No, don't say too easy!" Scott yelped. "People say too easy and bad things happen. You think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy."
"Either way, lets get the hell out of here." I expressed.
Derek rolled his eyes at Scott's comment. "Fine, you're right." Just as we were about to continue walking, something sped by my vision and buzzed by my ear. Derek's body jolted back and a groan escaped his throat. The blue eyed wolf spun around in search for whatever hit him and quickly smashed to the floor. An arrow was protruding out of his shoulder.
"Oh my God." I gasped, my eyes shooting around to see where the arrow had come from. Another arrow whizzed through the air, past me, and into Derek's leg.
"Where's it coming from?" I yelled to my brother.
"Scott, your eyes!" Derek screamed. Another arrow came shooting out of the darkness and straight to Scott. It hit a tree and exploded into a thousand sparking lights. I shielded my eyes with my hands, trying to squint through my clouded vision. I fell down to my knees next to Derek and looked at his wounds. I could hear Scott grunting in the background, it only fueled the adrenaline pumping frantically through my veins. Derek was wincing in pain, his jaw square and rigid.
"Do you trust me?" I asked. He looked at me nervously before reluctantly nodding. I took a deep breath and grabbed hold on the arrow lodged in Derek's thigh. Thinking about pulling the arrow out of Derek's muscle and flesh would have made me puke right on the spot. I tried to get myself to think about something else—like the threat at large right in front of us. I just had to do it. And that's exactly what I did— Derek cried out in pain as I dislodged the bloody arrow out of his body. He managed to get the arrow in his shoulder out as I threw the other one aside. I yanked Derek to his feet and we scurried over to Scott, grabbing him by the back of his suit jacket. Derek was dragging Scott and I was dragging Derek to the safety of the Hale house. At least, if we got inside I could possibly find something to protect ourselves with. That was the only hope I had at the moment. We didn't get far onto the main grounds of the Hale home until my heels sunk into the soft dirt and Derek's injured leg gave out. All hope had deserted me while we tumbled to the ground. Derek threw Scott and I forward as he fell onto his stomach. Scott fell onto his back and I rolled over onto my side with a grunt.
"Go! Both of you go!" Derek ordered helplessly. I looked at him, my heart sinking into my stomach. The fear was prominent in his eyes and terror was plastered on his alabaster skin. I'd only seen the expression he wore in one man before—in my dad right before he died. I looked back at Scott, rubbing his eyes to get his blurry vision back to normal. I rushed up from my place on the ground and took a protective stance in front of my brother and Derek. My body tensed and I balled my fists till my knuckles turned white.
"How could you?" I wondered, the features of the figure walking towards us finally coming into view.
"Shut up." Allison spat back.
"Allison, I can explain." Scott defended.
"Stop lying. For once, stop lying."
"Don't you dare take one more step." I hissed at my former friend, seeing how close she was coming.
"I was going to tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did—"
"Was to protect me?" She skeptically laughed. Her eyes rolled dramatically. "I don't believe you." Allison took another step forward.
"I'm warning you Allison." I growled.
"Thank God, now shoot him before I have to shoot myself." Another voice entered the scene. My vision went from focusing on Allison to her aunt Kate. The woman sauntered over to us with a gun firmly in her hands and a devious smirk on her lips.
What the hell was this? A hunting party?
Derek attempted to sit up and manage through the pain. Though, I silently prayed he'd just stay down.
Allison's eyes widened. "You—you said we were just gonna catch them." Was she that gullible to think that if you caught your prey and you'd let it go afterwards?
"We did that. Now, we're going to kill them." Kate announced, pulling the trigger on the gun and shooting it right through Derek's abdomen. He fell back like a rag doll. I couldn't control the scream that escaped my lungs. "All of them." She smiled directly at me. "See? It's not that hard." Kate shrugged, staring over at my brother and I. Her gun was aimed directly at us. Allison looked to me in fear, realizing her aunt may have sugar coated what their outing was really going to be.
"Ugh, I know that look. That's the 'you're-gonna-have-to-do-it-yourself look." She sighed, her finger dancing on the trigger. Kate came right up beside Allison and I, she chuckled to herself as she sensed the fear dripping off of me. There was no doubt my body was taken over by it. I could feel it in my throat; I could feel it pumping wildly through my veins. Yet, through the fear, I couldn't find myself to move from the protective stance in front of my brother.
"Kate, Kate! What are you doing?" Allison tried getting a grasp on her aunt. Kate was too far-gone. She was dead set on shooting a bullet through all three of our heads—even if none of us were a threat. Kate satisfyingly shoved her niece to the ground without a thought. In that moment I had to take my choice: stand here and let the bullet shatter through the front of my skull, or put up a fight. And knowing me, and the last time I was put in a life or death situation, I'd put up a fight. I wrapped one hand around the gun barrel and the other around Kate's wrists. Her strength took me by surprise as we fought over the gun and before I knew it, she flung me around and I rolled onto the ground in between Allison and Derek with a groan. Well, so much for that. My eyes darted straight to my brother, who had a gun leveled at his head by Allison's crazy aunt.
"No, please don't." Tears brimmed my eyes.
"Kate!" I froze, seeing Chris Argent walk into the picture and gravely say, "I know what you did." My eyes darted over to Scott, who looked back at me not knowing what to do. I mouthed 'move' to him, but he was frozen in fear. "Put the gun down." Her grip only became stronger.
"I did what I was told to do." She calmly replied to her brother.
"No one asked you to murder innocent people." Chris stated. My brows furrowed and I looked to Scott once more. He shrugged. Chris looked to the burnt down Hale house and shook his head. "There were children in that house! Ones who were human! Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun to a sixteen-year-old boy. There's no proof he spilled human blood. We go by the code." Chris followed his spiel with a phrase of Latin words I couldn't understand. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Chris was claiming Kate was responsible for the fire that killed Derek's family. How could she do such a thing? But then again, look in the situation we were currently in.
"We hunt those who hunt us." I could hear Allison whisper to herself. Kate moved her finger onto the trigger once more and began to pull it. A scream was wedged in my lungs as I watched hopelessly while Kate was about to kill my brother.
"Put the gun down." Chris pulled out his gun and aimed it at Kate. Kate stayed still, her finger still hovering on the trigger. Chris puckered his lips in sheer anger and pulled his trigger, shooting the tree behind his sister to alert her he meant business. I flinched. "Before I put you down." Kate reluctantly lowered her gun and a wave of relief washed over me. Somehow, I had a feeling this wasn't quite over yet. As Derek said before: it was too easy. Speaking of Derek, I looked over to the injured werewolf. His hands were bloody as he just finished picking the bullet out of his chest muscle. His breathing was haggard and his skin was pale. My first thought was to jump to the conclusion that he was dying, but he silently alerted me that he'd be fine. He wouldn't lie to me, not in a situation like this. At least, I hoped not. My nerves barely calmed before a creaking eerily echoed through the quiet night. Eyes darting to the front door of the Hale house, I spotted the front door slowly screeching open by an invisible force. My throat tightened. This was something out of Paranormal Activity.
"Allison, get back." Chris commanded. Allison, Scott, and I all stood up from the ground while Kate and Chris fixed their guns on the front door. Allison stepped back into me, her petite body shaking.
"What is it?" She whimpered.
"It's the Alpha." Scott replied, his nails altering into claws. Allison looked to me in panic, her eyes bulging and her pulse escalating. A blurry figure—of course Peter—darted from the house and sped around us so quickly, no human eyes could catch it. He was circling us. I could hear a swish as Peter sped by me. I whipped around, trying to figure out where he was. Another swish come from nearby and then a loud thud. Chris had been knocked onto the ground. Allison went next, gasping as her footing was taken out from under her. My brother followed, landing with a loud crash beside Allison. Then I realized that Kate and I were the only left standing. I didn't even get the chance to look at her before something grabbed onto me and flipped me over. I landed on my side, part of my jaw and ribs taking the impact. I groaned, dark circles dancing across my vision.
"Come on!" Kate shouted. My mouth was filled with a pungent sour taste. I spewed it out with a quiet cough, seeing my spit tinted with a dark red liquid. Through my hazy vision, I could see Derek looking at me. It took a lot to get my eyes to focus on him as a headache began forming in my temples. I looked to Derek's chest, his wound still bleeding from what I could tell. He wasn't healing as fast as we needed.
"You need to get out of here. Go." I ordered through a whisper. Before I gave Derek a chance to reply, gunshots rang out. I forced myself to sit up as quickly as possible, grabbing my bruised rib cage as pain rang through my body. I doubled over in pain and tried to swallow the bile arising in my throat. A human Peter was forcing Kate's hand onto the trigger. Seeing she wouldn't give up the gun, Peter looked at her, and with a smile swiftly crushed her hand. Kate screeched, and I winced at the sound of bones crushing. Her gun dropped by the alpha's feet. Peter wrapped one of his hands around Kate's throat before throwing her into mid air. A loud cracking of wood echoed through my ears as Kate landed on the decimated porch. She screamed in pain, sending shivers down my spine. Peter nonchalantly walked over to the porch, and disappeared inside the decimated house with Kate.
"No!" Allison cried, heaving herself off the ground and rushing into the house.
"Allison, stop!" I yelled. She disappeared into the house. I forced myself up, holding my ribs as I regained my stance. My eyes focused on Kate's gun, scattered with the leaves where she previously stood. Sucking up my pain in fear that Peter would kill all of us, not just Kate, I ran over and grabbed the gun before pushing myself into the Hale house. I'd never shot a gun before, but I read enough after my parent's death to figure out how too. I forced myself to a stop behind Allison, her gaze landing on Peter and Kate at the other side of the room. Peter held Kate in front of him, one hand on her wrist and one hand hovering against her throat. His claws poked into Kate's delicate skin.
"She looks like you. Probably not as damaged." Peter mused to the quivering huntress. I noticed it wasn't just Kate shaking though. Peter was trembling with rage. "So, I'm going to give you a chance to save her. Apologize. Say you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years." In that moment, as Peter tearlessly cried for the deaths of his family, I didn't feel bad for Kate. She was just as bad as the sick psycho that killed my family. Why should I try to save someone who was just as evil? I wasn't saving someone who was capable of murder, no. Someone like that didn't deserve to live. "Say it. And I'll let her live." Kate kept her mouth shut as she whimpered from the pain of Peter's claws. Allison recognized Kate's pride was clearly worth more than her own life. A tear ran down Allison's cheek. She quietly sobbed, knowing this was both her and her aunts last moments.
"I'm sorry." Kate finally whispered. Peter's body stopped shaking and he tightened his jaw, his entire stance changing. He blinked the tears out of his eyes and looked straight to Allison as he ripped his claws through Kate's throat. Blood splattered everywhere. Allison and I both gasped in horror. The poor girl tried rushing to her aunt before I snatched her arm and forced her to stay next to me. Kate fell to the floor, blood pouring down her neck. Allison's jaw dropped while she quietly sobbed. Peter sighed in relief and smiled, causing me to tense.
"I don't know about you, Allison, but that apology didn't sound very sincere." Peter smirked. He began stalking towards us.
"Go." I ordered the trembling brunette. Allison ran off outside. Peter rolled his eyes and smirked at me.
"I'm sorry you had to witness something so bloody...again." He grinned. Hands shaking, I leveled the gun I was holding to his head and pulled back the trigger. I was jolted back as the gun blew the bullet at Peter and ripped through his shoulder. Peter was only jerked back a step. He looked to his shoulder, and then to me.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" He chuckled. He began coming at me once more. I pulled the trigger once again, but the gun just made a clicking noise. I pulled it again and it didn't do anything. I looked to the firearm in fear, realizing it had run out of clips. Peter looked to me, seeing my deer in headlights expression, and simply snickered. "Oh Hayley, if anything, we should be on the same team. You should be the one to understand where I'm coming from." He stalked towards me. I kept pulling the trigger; hopping that the gun would do something the closer Peter came to me. But, that wasn't how guns worked. Peter grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I squealed, trying to loosen his grip and slapping him in the face with the gun's barrel. Peter threw the gun across the room and forced his claws at me. At first, I felt a pressure form on my side. Then, that pressure turned into a searing pain that caused me to cry out. Peter threw me back and I landed onto the floor. The alpha bared his fangs as his claws dripped with blood—my blood. There were four long tears through the side of my dress. The crisp, white fabric was quickly being stained crimson. I scurried up as Peter strode towards me. A growl caught my attention. Scott burst in the door and took a protective stance in front of me, fully wolfed out. A pair of footsteps beside me caught my attention and I whipped my head over to see a fully wolfed out Derek coming from my right.
"Run." My brother ordered. I managed to make it out of the house and onto the porch when the fighting started. I rushed over to Allison, who was crouched next to her unconscious dad.
"I need your dads gun." I panted. She looked to my stained dress.
"Oh my God." She whispered.
"Allison, focus!" I screamed.
"I, I can't just give you his gun."
"You just shot my brother, you owe me much more than a gun right now!" I hissed. Allison reached behind her dad and grabbed his gun. She was about to hand it to me when a large crash emanated from behind us. A glass window broke violently into a million pieces as Scott was thrown from it and onto the front yard close to us.
"Scott!" I cried. Allison was the one to hold me back this time. "Scott get up." Just as Scott tried pushing himself up, Peter—in his full alpha monster form—came barreling out the broken window. He grabbed Scott off the ground and roared in his face. Scott thrashed in Peter's grasp and finally kicked the alpha in the stomach, sending him stumbling back. Peter quickly recovered and stood back up, looking to the three of us with a murderous look in his blood red eyes. Peter roared, and was quickly cut off by a car speeding up onto the lot and honking. The headlights blinded the three of us. Stiles and Jackson jumped out of the car and Stiles chucked a bottle filled with brown liquid at Peter. Peter caught the flask and snarled at Stiles. I looked to my best friend wondering what the point of this was.
"Allison!" Scott yelled. My brother tossed Allison her bow and arrow and the two of us quickly caught on. Allison caught the device with ease and drew back her weapon, firing it straight at the bottle. The Molotov cocktail filled flask shattered and engulfed Peter's arm in flames. A smile graced my lips—Lydia's little concoction worked. Peter's roared. Jackson flung another Molotov cocktail at Peter, hitting him straight in the chest. Peter's body was soon engulfed with flames. Peter growled before he tried to make it towards where Allison and I stood.
"No!" Scott howled. He bounced up and kicked Peter away, causing the burning alpha to stumble away and turn back into his human form. I grabbed the gun from the ground, checked if it was loaded, and began to walk to Peter. His body was completely charred. The smell of burned flesh wafted up my nose. I aimed the gun at Peter, watching the scorched alpha fall to his knees and onto his back with a thump. I reluctantly dropped the gun down to my side, seeing I wouldn't need a bullet on Peter. There was no way he could have gotten up after being burned alive. At least he didn't six years ago. I let out a sigh of relief, tossing the gun to the ground. The peaceful moment didn't last long. Derek came out from behind the trees and wandered over to Peter.
"Derek?" I called. He didn't look back. He fell onto one knee, straddling over his uncles dying body.
"Wait!" Scott shouted and rushed beside me. "You said the cure came from the one who bit you! Derek, if you do this, I'm dead! Her father, her family…what am I supposed to do?" Scott wondered.
"Derek, please. If my brother has a chance of having a normal life again…please don't do this." I pleaded. Derek didn't turn back to look at us.
"You've already decided." Peter whispers in his final breaths. "I can smell it on you!" He roared. Derek reeled his hand back, claws descended.
"Wait! No, no, don't!" Scott screamed.
"No, Derek!" I shrieked. Derek's claws ripped through the charred flesh of Peter's throat. And just like that, everything became silent. I quivered in my spot, Derek standing up and turning around to face us. His green eyes faded into a bright red.
"I'm the alpha now."
3 AM neared and I was the only one home, but I preferred it like that. After tonight, I needed a little time to myself. Mom was working the overnight shift again, which was fine with me. I wasn't sure how to explain the four bloody rips through my dress when I walked in the door anyways. Scott had come home only to leave minutes later—to visit Allison no doubt. After tonight, things would change for the two of them. There was no way Chris would let his daughter anywhere near my brother.
Things for them just got a whole lot more complicated.
I threw on a pair of plaid pajama shorts and a black sports bra after taking off my dress. I didn't bother being delicate while stripping of the formal dress; it was going straight in the trash anyways. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair still done and my formal makeup still on, but just barely making it. At least I looked somewhat functioning right now. Sure, I looked like I went to war and back, but I was still functioning. My shirt exposed the raw slice wounds on my side. I winced at the sight of them, dabbing the drying blood away with a soaked washcloth. I hissed, this was more painful than I thought.
Damn Peter.
I balled up my dress and headed back into my room, sadly sighing while looking at the ruined fabric. Well, that was a waste of money I'll never get back. When walking back into my room, I stopped short in my doorway to see a figure sitting on my bed. My heart jumped, and I thankfully held back a shriek.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Derek, my voice hoarse.
"I can leave, if you want." He replied hastily, finally making eye contact with me.
"No," I paused, "I was just wondering. Scott's not here."
"I'm not looking for Scott." Derek laced his hands together and his eyes met the floor. "I came to see if you were okay." His reply took me back, making me question his true motive. There was no way Derek was really here to check up on me, right?
"I'm okay. Nothing a shower and some Neosporin cant fix." I lightly laughed, hoping to clear the tense air. Derek eyed my wounds. And then I remembered. "Don't you have official alpha business to be doing?"
"No." There was a pregnant pause between us.
"How could you kill Peter? Killing him was my brothers last chance of ever having a normal life again, and you took that away from him." Derek stood up abruptly.
"You think killing my own uncle was easy for me? The last remaining family I had?" Derek's voice rose as he looked me straight in the eye. "Someone had to do it."
"And it was supposed to be Scott."
"Do you really think Scott could have killed him? You think he could have handled that?" I opened my mouth to reply but soon closed it. He was right. In a sense, my brother was pure. His mind hadn't been corrupted by death—being at the hands of it or just in the vicinity.
"Thank you." I quietly admitted. "Thank you for not taking that part of Scott's innocence away." Derek looked at me and sharply nodded.
"He couldn't have done it." There was another pause. Derek's eyes fell back to the floor.
"How are you?" I asked. Derek's brows furrowed. "I know it's a stupid question. I just want to know if you're okay." An inquisitive look held on his face before he squared his jaw and tried to erase any sign of readable emotion.
"Why are you so nice to me?" That wasn't the answer I was looking for.
"What—what do you mean?" I retorted.
"You don't treat me the same way your brother treats me. You're not even scared of me."
"I've been around far more dangerous people than you." I defended lightly.
"With a set of teeth like mine?"
"If you wanted to rip my throat out, you've had your chances." Derek looked to me, more intrigued than anything. And while he was in awe that I found courage to say that to an alphas face, I couldn't help but be confused by the fact he thought he was such a horrible person. The big bad wolf wasn't so bad after all. "Just because you've been through bad things doesn't mean you're a bad person, Derek." I admitted. The longer Derek stared at me, the more uncomfortable I got. It wasn't just like he was staring at me; it felt like he was staring directly through my bones. I finally looked away from the green-eyed wolf and sat down on my bed. I reached down and grabbed my formal dress from my floor, staring and sighing at it. I rolled it up into a ball and tossed it into the garbage pail.
"Well, you missed a killer formal." I joked. "God knows there wasn't—" Suddenly, Derek reached towards me and grabbed my forearm. He wrapped his hand rightly around my cold skin. "What are you doing?" I tensed, my eyes wide and scared. I tried yanking my arm back from him, but he was way stronger than me. Derek sat down beside me on my bed and I began to pull my arm once more.
"Stop." He ordered with a huff. Somehow, I found that incredible sexy. Oh my God, was I crazy?
Stop it, Hayley! Stop it!
Derek took a deep breath in and shut his eyes. He squeezed my forearm and began to focus on something. My brows furrowed, nervous what he was about to do. Was this some werewolf voodoo? I was about to open my mouth again, but a feeling running through my veins stopped me. My eyes shifted from looking at Derek's concentrating features to my arm. The pain that spread all over my body from my wounds began to die down, and it gave me somewhat of a euphoric feeling. Derek's hand tensed around me, causing me to look at his arm. His veins changed from a subtle muted blue to a dark, prominent black. It was as if a black liquid was flowing through his veins. I quietly gasped, was this actual werewolf voodoo? My eyes shifted up to Derek face, he looked like he was in pain. His features turned stone hard and he clenched his jaw down. Then, as quick as this all happened, it ended. Derek released my arm and took a breath in, opening his eyes and staring directly into my chocolate brown ones. A tingling sensation in my side tore me away from being hypnotized by the alpha's features. I looked down to my wounds, to see them halfway healed. My fingers ran over them, I didn't even wince. My brows knitted together and I finally got the courage to look back at Derek.
"It's called pain transference. We can absorb the pain of others and, essentially, heal them." He spoke up. "Most werewolves can do it if they're powerful enough." I looked back down to my healing wounds and then once again to Derek.
My hand made its way onto Derek's, and I took it in mine. "Thank you."
Derek's eyes shifted from our interacting hands to my eyes several times. We were so close I could feel the heat radiating off of his porcelain skin. Our lips were dangerously close. My heart began racing as I realized I was staring at his lips, and he was staring at mine. I wasn't really about to do this, was I? Derek Hale was the dangerous bad boy of Beacon Hills. God knows I didn't need anything more complicated in my life. But, even with knowing that, I still had an overwhelming desire to kiss him. It was more than just a desire: it was a need. The silence was getting unbearable. I couldn't sit staring at his lips forever. I had to do something.
"Are the cops still searching your house?" I spoke up, slipping my hand away from his and standing up. I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look anywhere but at Derek.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat. I managed to muster up the courage to look back at Derek, his face now stone cold. I paused, feeling sympathy for the lonely wolf. He couldn't even go back to the ruins of his home he still lived in because it was a crime scene.
"Wait here." I simply ordered and padded out of the room. I made my way over to the linen closet beside Scott's room and began rummaging through the items. I pulled out a rolled up sleeping bag and two spare pillows. Satisfied with my find, I wandered back to my room. Derek raised a brow, staring at the items in my hands. I tossed them on the floor, crouched down, and began unrolling the sleeping bag.
"I know it's not the comfiest thing in the world, but it's better than the floor. It's pretty padded." I stood back up and walked to my bed, grabbing the extra blanket I kept at the end of my bed for when I got cold. I tossed it on the sleeping bag.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked. I decided to ignore him.
"I'd give you the guest room, but it's not exactly liveable." I chuckled to keep the situation not awkward.
"What are you doing?" Derek repeated. I tossed him one of the pillows. He caught it with ease and set it beside him on my bed.
"Giving you a place to stay."
"No." He simply stated.
"Yes." I replied just as quick. "I already got everything out."
"I'm not having a little sleepover with you."
"You mean we're not gonna paint each others nails and compare PJ's?" I pouted sarcastically. Derek rolled his eyes in reply. I sighed, becoming serious. "You don't have a place to go for the night. It's the least I can do for you healing me. You can't just wander the woods all night and the cops are swarming your house. Don't fight me on this. Please." Derek stared at me for a second before sighing.
"Fine." He caved. I lightly smiled. Derek pushed himself off my bed as I sat down beside him, and he set himself on top of the sleeping bag. I silently chuckled; he dwarfed the thing. It was Scott's from sleep away camp a few years ago—I should have known Derek was too big for it. I threw one of the spare pillows at Derek and he set it down where his head would be. I pulled my covers back, tucking myself in and thinking about how comfortable my bed felt after a night like this. Reaching for my nightstand, I shut my light off and adjusted my eyes to the dark room. I set my head on the pillow and finally started to become comfortable.
"Hey Derek?" I piped up while he was fixing up his makeshift bed. I could see him look up to me. "Thanks for everything." I smiled, my head burying further into the pillow. Derek clenched his jaw and for about half a second, I could swear to God, I saw the remnants of a smile on his lips. Maybe it was how overtired I was, or maybe it was the darkness of the room making me see crazy things. Or maybe I wasn't so crazy after all, and Derek Hale really did have positive emotions deep down inside after all. Whatever it was would be a mystery. Since, Derek Hale himself was a mystery. My eyes closed and sleep took me away from one of the longest days of my life, wondering if Derek would still be on my bedroom floor when I woke again. Somehow I knew he wouldn't be, that he'd sneak out my window some time towards morning. And knowing that sent a ping of sadness through my gut.
A/N: Holy cow! Season 1 is done! I'm internally freaking! I really hope you guys liked this chapter, if you did pretty please review for me? Season 2 is my favorite season so you guys are gonna see a lot of fast updates! If you guys are willing to review I'll update the first chapter of season 2 ASAP :] I've got a lot of plans for Hayley in season 2, especially with Derek. Thank yall for reviewing, it brings a smile to my face!