I was super insecure about how i wrote this chapter but it isnt the worst since ive worked on it. Hopefully y'all enjoy.
Scott drove to the clinic after school for his shift. He pushed open the door, surprised to see a familiar face.
"Scott!" Mara greeted brightly. Her arms were wrapped around a huge German Shepherd with its front paws between her legs while he sat on the chair behind. What happened at school seemed to fade away for a moment. He let out a small laugh looking at the floppy eared giant who looked as if he was smiling as he panted.
Scott crouched down, inviting the pup to jump down and greet him. The dog took the invitation, bounding circles around Scott excitedly and. drenching him with kisses.
"He seems to like you." Mara grinned, watching as Scott scratched behind the pups ears.
"He's beautiful." He commented, scratching the dog's head, and watching Mara attempt to brush some of the hair off her white jeans, unsuccessfully.
"He's here for his annual shots." She replied. Scott nodded.
"I'll get you set up, Deaton should be finished in a few minutes."He said, standing up. He offered his hand out to help her up, and she took it.
He led her through the waiting room, to the examination room, where Deaton appeared to be wrapping a broken paw for a pomeranian. Scott waited for the barking he was certain would come as he moved towards the closed cabinet where the needles and injections sat. When there was nothing but silence he turned around.
He found the two dogs staring at each other, the smaller breed with its head tilted down in a show of submission.
The two other humans in the room were sharing a similar defensive look. They clearly knew each other, as they both had a look of uneasiness as if they didn't know where they stood. After a few moments of what looked like a silent conversation, Deaton spoke first.
"You'll have to excuse me. I needed to attend to this patient right away, but I'll only be a few moments." He said, with a small smile. She smiled back.
"We're in no rush." She replied, and Scott felt the tension dissolve at her response. "It will give us time to catch up." He turned back to finish prepping the shots.
Deaton finished the wrap on the small dog, and passed him off to Scott in exchange for the loaded hypodermic needles.
"I see you've found a way to keep busy the last few years." Scott heard her comment from his spot in the back room, as she settled against the wall by the exit.
"Indeed, and you? I haven't seen you in Beacon for a very long time." He replied, curiosity lacing his tone.
"Since the fire, I didn't want to risk it. It's not worth putting Cole in danger.".
Clearly the two new wolves were related. Somehow they knew Deaton and therefore must have had history with the Hale's.
The dots connected in Scott's head. He felt pretty dumb honestly for not putting it together earlier. The scent they were clearly trying to cover seemed so obvious now.
"So what is it that brought you back?" Deaton asked as Scott returned into the room, hearing the knowing tone behind the question. Mara looks over at Scott for a moment before replying.
"Beacon was left in a mess. Without Talia around, people think it's free for all. " She said, turning back to Deaton, fingers of her left hand tapping against the metallic surface of the examination table. Again Scott saw something familiar. Among the array of rings was one that matched Cole's, and this time, he could see the symbol. The Hale pack symbol stuck out in silver, surrounded by black. A Triskelion, but that wasn't all.
The one next to it was a symbol he wished he'd never see again. An all too familiar, crude spiral carved jaggedly into the blank sliver surface. Suddenly the bizarre scent was all too familiar. Burnt flesh, and new birth.
"I didn't think I would have to step in, but it's become apparent to us there's no choice. You know what happened on the equinox."
"Lydia, Lydia." He begged, trying to yank his arms free of her, but he was too weak. He could barely stay awake.
"Lydia stop. You don't know what you're doing."
She pulled him up the charred stairs, tearing small gashes all over his back. She stopped just inside the front doors. His pleading ceased when he looked into her blank stare. She was somewhere else entirely.
"Derek." A familiar voice came from the shadows. He goes limp.
"No." His voice comes out as a hiss.
"I'm sorry, you know I have to do this." She says, coming closer, and bending down to where he lay on the ground. He growled at her, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay open.
"You know what he did, he deserved this. My sister was innocent." He growled, pulling again to go after her. Her eyes were quick to change, a low growl forcing him back to the floor. She got right in his face.
"Laura was like another sister to us." Mara said with a fierce tone. "If I knew, I would have stopped him. You know that." He growled at her, still fighting against Lydia's grip, but he was losing energy fast.
"You're going to let him get away with this." He moaned, still attempting to claw at Lydia. She shook her head at him, then looked up, rubbing her eyes.
"And you would do exactly as him to keep your revenge intact?" She stood back, hands leaving a dark print of soot on her pants. Derek scowled towards her. Lydia pulled him further into the house, as Mara started kicking rotted pieces of the floor away. They stopped where the floor was torn out, and moved to her knees.
"You know what happens if we don't finish this, Derek." He shudders weakly as she places his arm in the hole, forcing it into the cold, slimy earth.
"No more lives will be lost." She continued looking towards the redhead, voice deceptively reassuring. She pulled out a hunting knife from inside her jacket. She pressed it into his skin, slicing down his forearm. Blood flowed down Derek's arm, into the makeshift grave. He writhed endlessly in her iron grip. After a minute, he lost his energy once more, and returned to being limp.
With her bloody hands, she moved towards the wall behind her. She began marking it with the blood, drawing a final sigil. She chanted something under her breath as she did so.
De luna et vermes
animas solve
sana in vas
corpore et anima una vice
She shifted out of the way, standing back, as she signaled Lydia. The girl, still with an empty look in her eyes, flipped the mirror. They watched as the beams traveled around the room, reflecting off each mirror they had carefully placed, one after the other, before finally shining down into the hole. Only now could Derek see the sigils painted on the walls. They were glowing in the moonlight, almost jumping off the dark shadowed walls.
Silence. They were all still, not even a breath escaped them.
Mara felt her eyes glow, and warmth flood her chest.
The floor creaked, and they could hear shifting in the grave. More than that, she could hear a heartbeat.
Without warning, the floorboards burst open with a resounding bang, sending them across the room. A dark figure, rose from a hunched position, covered head to toe in dirt.
"I heard there was a party." His smooth voice breaking the silence. He looked up, a dark grin crossing his face.
"Don't worry, I invited myself."
Deatons voice was suddenly grim, and tight.
"You must know who's here." Deaton states, putting the used needles on the table to his left. Her hand stopped petting the dog, and curled into a fist. She looks over at Scott again.
"Like I said. I'll be stepping in now."
She grabs the dog's leash. The dog rises right away, trotting along as she strode out. Scott looked after her in shock, then looked to Deaton for answers. Deaton acted as if she hadn't even been there, silently continuing to clean his tools.
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