After a week, Mom chewed me out for sneaking to the school without telling her. She was more shocked to see the Camaro parked in our driveway. "I hope you know this isn't staying here. You can't have someone else's car.", she says.
I frowned. "I know. I don't wanna keep it as much as you do." I couldn't look her in the eyes but she frowned at me out of pity.
She walked up to hug me. "I don't know what you saw that night. I don't really think I wanna know. I can't imagine going through what you went through. I'm sorry I didn't stop you."
I hugged her back, tearing up. "I'm sorry.", I apologized, tearfully. More to her and even to Derek. Although he wasn't here.
We stayed like that for a while until she pulled away to cup my cheek, tearing up herself as a tear dropped over her thumb. I don't know what I was sad for the most. The fact that Scott has to bear all of this, lying to my mom or the fact that almost losing his life time and time again, Derek still helped us. Everything was frustrating.
I eventually went back to school, dreadfully. Just going back to the locker room was almost too much. I sat between Stiles and Scott in the locker room as I put on my gear.
Coach came out of his office and blew his whistle. "All right, geniuses, listen up.", he announced. "Due to the recent pinkeye epidemic, thank you, Greenberg, the following people have made first line on probationary basis, emphasis on the probationary. Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor and uh… Oh for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an S?" I felt Stiles squirm beside me. "No, no, that's not an S."
Stiles' shoulders shrunk out of either disappointment or relief. "That's a... That's a... That's a b. That's a b. That's definitely a b. Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor and uh. . . Bilinski."
Stiles shot up and he started jumping for joy and cheering. "Bilinski?", coach asked. "Yes?", Stiles answered. "Shut up!" I heard Jackson, Greenberg and Danny snigger in the corner. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Sir." Stiles sat back down.
"Stiles.", I said. "It's Biles.", Stiles said, looking at me. I raised an eyebrow. "Call me Biles or I swear to God I'll kill you."
"One more thing," Coach said. "From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else," He blew his whistle. "Asses on the field! Asses on the field!"
Scott, Stiles and I got up and began to walk to the field. "Dude, can you believe this?", Stiles asked. "You're a captain. I'm first line. I'm first freaking line! Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out."
"What's the point? It's literally just a title.", I stated. "And I could practically smell the jealousy in there.", Scott muttered. "Wait," Stiles stopped and so did Scott and I. "You smelled jealousy?"
"Yeah," Scott said. "It's like the full moon turned everything up to ten."
"Huh.", Stiles said. "Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?"
"What do you mean desire?", I asked. "Like sexual desire.", Stiles said.
I gave him a grossed look. "Dude."
"Sexual desire?" Scott questioned Stiles. "Yeah, sexual desire.", Stiles said. "Lust, passion, arousal."
"From Lydia?", I said. "What? No, like in general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"
"From Lydia to you?", Scott asked. "Yes, fine, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl. I've been obsessing over this girl since third freaking grade."
"Why don't you just ask her?", I asked. "Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Sam. So, could you just please, go up to her and ask her if she likes me. See if her heartbeat rises or pheromones comes out?"
"Fine.", Scott said and began to walk over to Lydia. "I don't believe this.", I rolled my eyes. "I love you." Stiles called after him. "I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world."
We lined up in the middle of the field when Scott finally joined us. I was first in line. "Let's go!" Coach yelled and he blew the whistle. I rushed forward to the two attack men and each one of them rammed me in the shoulders.
I flew to the ground on my back. Everybody started to laugh. I huffed in frustration. "Guess the team is starting to not like a girl on the team. Who's next?" Scott moved to the line and pushed Stiles back to take first place again. "That's the spirit, McCall!" I picked up another ball and raced forward when Coach blew the whistle. I passed the ball to Scott and watched him slam the end of his stick into the first guy's stomach and shoved the second attack man.
He then raced forward to Danny and whammed the end of his stick up into his mask and started groaning, throwing off his helmet. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?", Stiles asked, as we walked up to him. I glared at him. "What the hell was that?"
"He's like three times the size of me.", Scott growled. "Yeah, but everybody likes Danny.", Stiles said. "Now everybody's gonna hate you." I looked at Danny who had a nose bleed. "I don't care.", Scott said and stormed off. I sighed.
On the ride home, I was the last that Stiles dropped off and he stopped me before I left his jeep. "You still have it, huh?", he says, gesturing to Derek's Camaro. I look at the car and nod. "Yeah. I don't know how long I'll have it.", I say, looking at my lap.
"Hey." I look at him. His face seemed sad. "How're you holding up?"
I bit my lip, fighting off unshed, oncoming tears. I shrugged in response.
"I don't know how to deal with this.", he says, looking at his hands, holding the steering wheel. "I don't wanna give up on Scott. Y'know? He's our best friend. And with all this shit… it was supposed to be fairy tale type things. The supernatural. Superstitions. Myths."
"And now he's not. I'm down with helping him. I always am. I just don't know how he's gonna control all of this. This is new. It's not a movie.", I say. "This isn't something to just solve with a kiss or a cure from a curse. This shit is real."
He nods. "I'm still trying to process it all too."
I rub my eyes. "I'm just frustrated. Not at the fact that we almost died but because it's difficult. I'm not in his shoes so I wouldn't know how to help him or how he feels."
I feel Stiles pull me in a hug. "I'm always gonna be here for you guys. I've made that my responsibility. I don't wanna lose you guys.", he whispered, with a crack in his voice. My bottom lip wobbled as I hugged him back.
"You won't lose us. I won't let that happen.", I say. It was an empty promise because at this point, who knows what would happen next?
The next day only proved my point. "Let me drive." Scott said. I turned to him. "You wanna die that bad? If Derek knew I let you drive, he'd kill us on the spot. I got lucky to even get to drive it."
On the way to drop it off, I noticed a car had been trailing us for minutes in the rear view mirror. My heart dropped in realization. It was the hunters. This was Derek's car. They think we're Derek.
Shit.
Derek ended up getting spotted by the police so now he's on the run and now we're luring the hunters away from him so he doesn't have to deal with the cops and the hunters. Stiles looked behind us. "Uh…"
"Faster?", I asked. "Much faster, please.", Stiles answered. I shifted to fifth gear and the car bolted forward. "Sam, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If I go faster, I'll kill us.", I warned, glancing back at the rearview mirror. "If you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us.", Scott said. I sighed and shifted to sixth gear and turned left onto the back roads. Stiles turned on the police radio. "All units, suspect is on foot headed into the iron works.", Sheriff's voice boomed from the radio.
I sighed harshly. "Fuck, Derek.", I complained. That meant we had to turn around and get him. "Turn right here.", Stiles said. I did as I was told and it led us right into the iron works. I stopped the car once I saw Derek.
Stiles opened the door and climbed into the back seat with Scott. Derek ran to us and climbed in, shutting the door as I sped away with gunshots firing at us from the hunters still behind us. "You don't know what laying low means!?", I yelled at Derek.
"Damn it, I had him!", Derek growled, banging his fist against the dashboard. "Who the alpha?", Stiles asked. "Yes! He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up."
"Oh, hey, they're just doing their jobs.", Stiles said. Derek glared at him. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make him the most wanted fugitive in the entire state.", I said, glaring at Scott in the rearview mirror.
"Can we seriously get past that, please!?", Scott asked. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."
"I'll get past it once you clear his fucking name!", I yelled. "All right!" Stiles yelled. "Sam, you might want to go faster."
"Stiles, shut up and sit back.", I retorted. I shifted into fourth gear and that got us some distance between us and the hunters. "How did you find him?", Stiles asked. Derek just looked at him and scoffed. "Sam, go faster."
"Stiles, hush and sit back." I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the car getting closer. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?", Scott asked. "Yeah, all of us.", Stiles said. Derek glared at him again. Stiles finally sat back. "Or just him."
"Ok, Sam, there should be a road coming up, turn left.", Stiles said. "Left?"
"Left."
"Left?"
"Yes, am I speaking in some kind of language that you don't understand?"
"Stiles, if I turn left, it'll take us back to the iron works so I think you mean right."
"No, I mean left."
"No, you mean right."
"Left, Sam, left."
"Stiles, if we end up back at the Iron works, I'm slapping the crap out of you. Choose wisely, please."
"Maybe you should go right."
"I thought so." I turned right onto the next road. "Ok, now back to this issue?"
"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out.", Derek said.
"Left, Sam, left.", Stiles said. "Why is everything left with you?", I asked him, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Just do it. I swear this is right."
"What?"
"Now, go left. Now!" I slammed the car to the left and the car camouflaged with the darkness of the forest. "The forest, Stiles?! Really?!", I exclaimed. "This literally leads to a dead end!"
"No, it doesn't."
"Yes, it does." I argued. "She found two things.", Derek continued. "The first was a guy named Harris."
"Our chemistry teacher?", I asked, confused. "Why him?"
"I don't know yet.", Derek said. "What's the second?", Stiles asked. I looked ahead and saw a metal bar closing off the road. "Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm about to come back there and slap the shit out of you.", I threatened and looked in the rear view mirror to see the hunters close in on us. I placed my hand on the stick shift. "What are you going to do?", Derek asked. "Everybody got their seatbelts on?", I asked. "No?", Derek, Stiles and Scott all said in unison. "Hold on to something then." I shifted the car in reverse and punched the gas, and yanked to the steering wheel all the way to the left and turned the car around.
I heard a screeching sound from the back as the back bumper slid across the metal strip as I took off, passing the hunters.
"Oops." I said, giving Derek a sheepish grin as he glared at me. I looked in the mirror and saw the hunters crash into the metal strip. "We're safe. For now."
"What was the second?", Stiles repeated. Derek pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. "What is it?", Scott asked, taking the paper. "Some kind of symbol.", Derek asked. I heard Scott groan from the back. "What? You know what this is?"
"I've seen it on a necklace.", Scott said, frowning. "Allison's necklace."
After dropping Scott and Stiles off, I finally drove back to my house, letting Derek have his car back.
"Thanks.", he says as he walks over to the driver's side. I gave him a small smile. "Yeah."
He started up the car after getting in and rolled down the passenger window. "Hey."
I raised my eyebrows in response. "Don't worry so much.", he says. I smiled. "A lot has been happening, Derek. Kinda hard not to."
His lips quirked into a somewhat smile. "You'll get wrinkles if you frown so much.", he says, and rolls up the window before I could retort and sped off.
Jackass.
I walked with Scott and Stiles to a lunch table and sat down across from them.
"Did you at least get her to give you the necklace?", Stiles asked Scott.
"Not exactly.", Scott said.
"What happened?", I asked.
"She told me not to talk to her.", Scott said. "At all."
"So, she's not giving you…", Stiles tried to ask with a mouthful of food.
"She's not giving me the necklace." Scott growled and sighed.
"Well, did you find anything else out?", I asked.
"Just that I know nothing about girls and that they're totally psychotic.", Scott asked.
"Scott," I said before getting cut off. "Except for you, Sam.", Scott said.
"I thought so.", I said, eating my food.
"Ok, I came up with plan b just in case anything like this happened.", Stiles said. Scott sighed. "What's plan b?"
"Just steal the stupid thing.", Stiles said. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Just how the hell is he gonna do that?"
"Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?", Scott whined.
"My dad put him under a twenty four hour protective detail.", Stiles said. "The necklace is all we got."
"So, stealing it is the only option.", I sighed.
"Stiles, Sam, he's watching us." Scott said, looking past me. Stiles and I looked and saw Jackson staring at us blankly.
It was creepy.
We all looked down at our food. I noticed Scott winced and looked up frantically.
"What's wrong?", Stiles asked.
"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him.", Scott said, not looking up. My eyes widened at this. What the hell did he think he was doing?
Stiles started to look at Jackson but I smacked him across the arm. "Stop. Act normal. Pretend nothing's happening."
"Say something! Talk to me!", Scott growled at us.
"I-I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank.", Stiles said.
"Your mind's blank?", I asked. "Wow, there is a god."
Stiles frowned.
"Not under this kind of pressure.", Stiles whined. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."
Scott and I looked and saw Jackson gone.
"Where the hell is he?", Scott asked, looking around.
His eyes seemed to spot something to the side of Stiles.
"Yes.", Scott growled under his breath. Stiles and I exchanged confused glances as Scott gripped his tray tightly.
What Jackson was saying was slowly pissing Scott off.
Scott squeezed his water bottle, making it crackle.
I placed my hand over Scott's. "Hey, what's he saying?"
"Whatever it is, you have to calm down.", Stiles said, noticing Scott's flickering eyes.
He seemed to ignore us as his tray began to shake in his hands. Suddenly, Scott's tray clashed against the table and everybody in the room looked at him. I looked at Jackson to see him smirking at us.
I glared at that jackass before getting up and walking over to him. Fuck being on the same time. We saved his life. We saved Allison's life. Even Lydia if she knew now.
Stiles tried to pull me away but I stormed up to him. "Fucking prickazoid.", I sneered as he smirked at him.
"Well, well. Wilson. You're looking a little worse for wear. Not something new.", he says.
"What the fuck is your problem, Jackson?", I asked, shaking my head. He stepped closer to me. "Your friend is a fucking freak. And you know about it too, don't you?"
I glared at his smug expression. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Much less what you're trying to start. Let's say Scott is a "freak", what does that do for you? Make you afraid? Lower your ego? You have to taunt him to compensate for whatever shitty shortcomings you have?", I asked, raising my eyebrows.
His frown quickly appeared. "You're protecting that little freak. And he's gonna drag you down with him."
"Rich. Coming from you. This is coming from the same person who steps on people and uses his popularity to get his way. If Scott has a little advantage, it's wrong?", I countered.
He didn't say anything but passed his glare behind me and back at me. "Both of you stay out of my way."
With that he walks off. Dickhead.
I turned around to see Scott silently fuming in his seat and frowned sadly.
This called for serious planning.
Mr. Stillinski happily let me in and walk up to Stiles' room.
"Did you find anything out yet?", I asked, walking in. He jumped and glanced to the side as I closed the door.
My heart stopped as I saw Derek's glare. "Hey.", I say.
I heard footsteps outside of the door and Derek yanks me back behind the door as it opens.
Stiles keeps a stoic face as his dad peeks into his room. "Make sure you get back before 10 if you're gonna be leaving."
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, sure." Mr. Stillinski paused.
"Where's Sam?", he asked and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Stiles quickly spoke up. "She's having girl problems right now, so she's in the bathroom."
His dad responded awkwardly. "Okay… remember what I said.", he said before finally leaving.
I sighed softly in relief and quickly locked Stiles' door.
I turned to Derek. "How the hell did you get in here without alerting him?"
Stiles turned to us. "That's what I wanna know." Derek glared at him and Stiles sighed, turning back to his computer.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?", Derek asked.
"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?"
"So, it wasn't him."
"Well, can you find out who sent it?"
"I can see.", Stiles responded. "If not, we're gonna have to get someone who can."
Proudly, I was right. We had to get Danny to help.
I sat on Stiles' bed while Derek sat in a chair, reading a book. I never took him for a bookworm…
"I came here to do lab work, that's what lab partners do.", Danny complained.
"And we will, once you trace the text", Stiles reassured him.
"And what makes you think I know how?", Danny asked him
"I...I looked up your arrest report, so…" I gaped at Stiles.
"I...I was 13, they dropped the charges", Danny defended.
"Whatever."
"No, we're doing lab work...", Danny protested.
"Oh my...", Stiles groaned and threw his head back in frustration.
Danny sat down beside him then looked behind him at me and Derek.
"Who's he again?", Danny asked, glancing at Derek. Stiles looked back at us with widened eyes.
"That's my cousin...Miguel.", he lied. I had to fight off a smile as Derek raised an eyebrow, glaring at Stiles.
"Is that blood on his shirt?", Danny asked. I widened my eyes at Derek and looked down at the hem of his gray shirt. There were indeed specks of blood on it.
Shit.
"Yeah.", Stiles said, sitting up "He gets really bad nose bleeds."
Stiles turned away. "Hey Miguel," Stiles said then nodded his head to his dresser "I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts."
Derek annoyingly shut the book with a snap, threw the book on the bed then went over to Stiles' drawers rummaging through his shirts.
I looked back down at my phone as Derek got dressed.
"Uh, Stiles?", Derek asked, catching our attention.
"Yes?", Stiles asked, turning back to him.
"This," Derek tugged at the shirt in emphasis. "No fit."
"Then try something else on.", Stiles said.
Derek rolled his eyes as he turned back to find something else. I looked over at Danny who was staring at Derek.
Stiles seemed to notice to and glanced between
Derek and Danny. "Hey, that one looks pretty good", Stiles said as Derek pulled on a tight fitting orange and blue striped shirt.
I snickered, earning a glare from Derek.
"What do you think, Danny?", Stiles asked, tapping Danny.
"It's...It's not really his colour", Danny replied. Derek looks like he was gonna pop a vessel as he yanked off the previous shirt.
"You're a horrible person.", I heard Danny tell Stiles as I grinned at Derek.
"I know it keeps me awake at night, anyway about that text.", Stiles said.
"Stiles, none of these fit.", Derek huffed, shirtless.
I sighed, getting up and picking up the thrown shirts, placing them on the bed before pushing Derek out the way of the dresser.
"What are you doing?", Derek asked in a whisper as I rummaged through the dresser.
"Finding you a shirt. I don't how comfortable you are with being shirtless around strangers but y'know.", I say and found a black graphic shirt I gave to Stiles. It was mine, but I figured he could have it.
I handed it to him. "Might be a little less tight but it's a shirt."
"There.", Danny said, catching our attention. "The text was sent from a computer…this one" We walked over and we looked at the screen in shock.
"Registered to that account name?", Derek asked him.
"No, no, no, no that can't be right", Stiles shook his head, I ran my fingers through my hair the account belonged to Scott's mom, Melissa McCall.
It was so confusing. How did Scott's mom have anything to do with this? How was she linked up to all of this…?
After Stiles and Danny finished their lab work and Danny left, we all piled into the jeep and we drove to find out the truth.
Just as we made it to the hospital, Stiles' phone rang. "Hey Scott…yeah I did and it looks just like the drawing…", Stiles said into his phone then Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist pulling the phone closer to him.
"Hey, is there something on the back of it, there's gotta be something an inscription, an opening…something?", Derek asked before Stiles snatched his phone back to his ear.
"I know.", Stiles responded. "Look if you see my Dad, can you tell him…tell him I'll be there I'll just be a little bit late, ok alright…thanks." Stiles hung up his phone and put it in his pocket.
"You're not going to make it.", Derek told him
"I know."
"You didn't tell him about our mom either." I said, unclicking my seat belt.
"Not until we find out the truth.", Stiles said. We looked outside at the Beacon Hills Long Term home sign.
"By the way, one more thing", Derek said spoke up suddenly, glancing at Stiles.
"Yeah?", Stiles replied, looking over at him. Derek grabbed his head and slammed it into the steering wheel of the jeep. "Oh, god what the hell was-"
"You know what that was for, now go!" he said, pointing to the building, Stiles looked at him in disbelief and didn't move.
Derek pointed again, ordering, "GO!" Stiles groaned and we quickly scrambled out of the jeep.
"God, all this is so complicated," I said, walking into the home. "Look, maybe his mom isn't even involved. Maybe she was just doing her job and didn't think anything of it."
"I hope so. She's smart, but hell…", I trailed off, looking around the home. It seemed kinda empty. It was quiet. Eerily quiet.
Stiles spoke up. "Well she's nowhere to be found." We looked around some more and I could only feel a sense of dread as we explored.
It felt off. No one's here? Not one nurse in sight? It bothered me. This feeling… wrath? No… I couldn't put my finger on it. This presence definitely wanted destruction, though.
"Stiles.", I called. He turns to me. "Hm?"
"Call Derek.", I say, looking around.
He dialed Derek's number, immediately getting an answer and finally tells Derek that Scott's mom isn't here.
"Then ask for Jennifer, she's been looking after my uncle."
Stiles led us into Peter Hale's room, but we found it empty. The wheelchair was parked at the edge of the completely made bed.
Not a single wrinkle was on the bed.
"He's not here either." The wheelchair was parked. This was definitely his room, so where the hell was comatose Peter Hale?
My hands started sweating. There's no way a comatose man is just gonna walk around. And without supervision…?
I had a bad feeling.
"What?", I heard Derek through Stiles' phone.
"He's not here. The room's empty, Derek."
"He's comatose, how could he be gone?", I muttered. He shouldn't be gone. If she's not here and he's definitely not here...
I looked at the door. He's definitely here. Awake and kicking.
I pushed Stiles out of the room, "We need to go. Now."
"Smarter than you look, you know." We turned to our right to see a fully awake and functioning Peter.
"Holy shit."
"You must be Stiles.", Peter smiled to him before turning to me. "and you must be Samantha. Such a pleasure to finally meet you two for real this time."
"What are you doing here?" We jumped in fright and turned around to see Jennifer standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, "visiting hours are over.", she growled.
"You…" Stiles pointed at Jennifer, then at Peter. "and him? You're the ones who- oh, and he's the…oh my God, we're gonna die.", Stiles whimpered before Derek came out of nowhere and elbowed Jennifer unconscious.
"That's not nice, she's my nurse.", Peter playfully scolded.
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way.", he ordered us.
"Ah, damn." Stiles wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me down to the ground with him. Stiles and I pressed our backs up against the wall.
"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?", Peter stalked his nephew.
Immediately, Derek's eyes turned icy blue and his fangs protruded from behind his lips. He let out a loud growl and jumped off of the wall opposite of Stiles and I, kicking off towards his uncle.
Peter caught him and slammed him into the wall before tossing him into another wall. The railings fell to the floor with Derek. Stiles and I began crawling away.
Stiles hid himself underneath the reception desk and I was hiding on the other side. I inched myself towards the edge of the wooden desk and peaked out. Peter grabbed Derek by his neck, picking him up and dragging him effortlessly.
Derek was struggling, and it didn't make it any better that Peter was probably his only family.
"My mind and personality were literally burned out of me. It's being driven by pure instinct.", Peter dropped Derek down next to Jennifer's body.
He glanced at me painfully. "Get out of here.", Derek demanded in barely a whisper.
"We're not leaving you.", I whispered back. Peter squatted down to get a key out of Jennifer's blood stained nurse's dress. Derek weakly stood up.
"You want forgiveness?", Derek threw a punch and it hit Peter square in the jaw. Peter grabbed him by his jacket and head butted him, causing him to stumble backwards.
"I want understanding.", the older man corrected, kicking Derek in the stomach. He tumbled backwards and landed face first in the small waiting area.
I watched as Peter stalked towards Derek and I rushed behind a desk and went in, rummaging for something to distract Peter with. I looked to my side and saw some type of steel rod. Stiles looked at me, bewildered.
"Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness." I peeked over the desk to see what was going on. Derek tried getting up, he spat out blood, glaring at his uncle.
"Yes, becoming the Alpha, taking that from Laura, pushed me over the plateau in the healing process." Derek got up and they began fighting again. All of Derek's punches, Peter was able to dodge them all.
The next punch, Peter caught and he began crushing the bones in Derek's hand, making him groan out in pain.
"I tried to tell you what was happening. You wouldn't listen." I snuck up behind Peter and swung the rod at him, hitting him in the back.
"Piss off already.", I growled. Peter let go of his grasp on Derek's hand and he kicked him down.
He turned around, glaring at me. I swung the rod at him again, but he caught it and simply threw it across the room.
Before I could react, Peter grabbed me by the throat and pinned me to a wall. I gasped for air, swinging at his face and kicking at his stomach but Peter's hand closed around my throat tighter.
"How could you be so reckless and stupid to hit an Alpha, who can easily rip your throat out with one finger?"
I tried to take some sort of breath but could only see my vision blackening.
In what vision I had, I saw Derek grab Peter away from me. I fell and started coughing up a storm. Just as I was able to focus once again, I could see Derek being thrown through the glass window of the private nurse's station.
"No!", I rasped, hearing Derek fall to the floor. I looked up as Peter came towards me, pinning me to the wall again. "Such a shame you've been dragged into this."
"If you're going to turn me, just do it.", I growled.
Peter smiled. "I have other uses for you."
He threw me to the floor next to Derek. We were in an operating room. I caught my breath as I turned on my back.
Derek turned to me, weakly. "I told you to leave."
Peter looked towards a mirror and then spun it. We watched in shock as the burns and scars that had littered the older man's skin had disappeared, completely healing his face.
"Thank you for having the good sense to be frightened.", Peter smiled and looked back to himself in the mirror, admiring his new handsome image.
"When you look this good, why wait.", he said, conceitedly. He turned his attention back to us, "Derek you have to give me a chance to explain."
"He doesn't have to give you shit.", I defied.
"Stop it.", Derek scolded, grabbing my arm and pulling me away.
"What're you, her babysitter?", Peter teased as took a few steps towards us. I could feel little tremors in Derek's hand as he pulled me back.
He looked so tired, stumbling over his feet as he stared at Peter with fear.
"Samantha, what a powerful name. Our name is a symbol of who we are, did you know that?", Peter smiled.
He continued walking toward us. "Flower… blossom. Purposeful meanings."
"Meaning what?", I asked, confused. "Where are you going with this?"
Before I could get an answer, I was quickly pulled out of Derek's hold.
"Stop!", Derek yelled.
"Oh, relax, Derek. I just want to have a little fun. Come on, don't you think that having another werewolf would be a little bit more fun? You know how boring humans could be.", Peter grinned.
"Why me?", I asked the Alpha.
"Why not?", Peter scoffed. "You'd be so much stronger than you are now. You could help Scott, even."
My eyes widened a bit and he caught on. I glared at him. "Using my friend as bribery. You're fucked.", I growled.
He frowned, quickly choking me again. "And you're tediously annoying." I could feel his claws poke at my skin, teasingly.
He knew I would be afraid. He almost had me at Scott. He knows. Everything.
"Don't you understand how much of an inconvenience you are for Derek? Being human?", he says.
I turned my head away from Peter, frowning. I know that. I know being human and being involved in all this werewolf stuff worries him. I don't want him to have my blood on his hands.
"I know that.", I muttered. Peter's hold loosened up just a bit. "Hm?"
I looked at Peter with hateful, glossy eyes. "I know I'm an inconvenience. That's all we've done since we met him was make things worse. But I still had fun, despite almost losing my life over and over. Helping Scott, dealing with all of this, I put up with it because they're my friends.", I say, tearing up.
"I don't need to be a werewolf to understand the responsibilities and stress behind it. Regardless, they're still human. They're not indestructible and neither are you! So, you can take that superiority complex and shove it up your-"
Before I could finish, Peter reeled the arm he held me with and threw me back across the room, making me slam into the wall.