After explaining everything to Derek, he, Isaac and I met up with Scott at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.
"What's he doing here?", Scott sneered, looking at Isaac entering with Derek and I.
"I need him.", Derek said.
"I don't trust him.", Scott replied.
"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either.", Isaac returned.
"And Derek really doesn't care!", Derek said, shutting them down.
"How about all three of you stop?", I asked, rolling my eyes. "Where's Deaton? Is he going to help us or not?"
"That depends.", I heard and turned around to see Deaton leaning against the doorway leading into the back. "Your friend Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"
"Save him.", Scott and I simultaneously said while Derek disagreed. I crossed my arms, giving Derek a knowing look.
"Save him.", Scott corrected the Alpha. Derek huffed with an eye roll, looking at Deaton in defeat.
"We're saving him.", I told the vet. Deaton smiled and led us back to the room. As we looked around, Deaton took out a rack filled with spice containers and placed it on the cold, metal table top.
"So," Isaac leaned down on his elbows onto the table as Deaton shuffled his spices and herbs, "are you some kind of witch?"
I looked at Isaac in confusion. "Wouldn't he be a wizard?"
"No. I'm a veterinarian.", Deaton said, shutting us up. "Unfortunately I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.", Deaton sighed, putting down a bottle of dark brown powder.
"We're open for suggestions.", Derek said.
"Anything would be good at this point.", I say.
"What about an effective offense?"
"I nearly ripped its head off. Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up.", Derek told Deaton who looked confused as well as I.
"Has it shown any weaknesses?", Deaton asked.
"Water, as far as we know. It can't swim.", I shrugged.
"Does that go for Jackson as well?"
"Unfortunately he's the captain of the swim team and almost everything at school, so no.", I sighed.
"Essentially you're trying to catch two people." Deaton turned around and rummaged for something in a drawer and came back. "A puppet."
He held up an antique object symbolizing something supernatural. "And a puppeteer." He put the object onto the table. "One killed the husband but one had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"
We shook our heads, confused.
"I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant so she was maybe murdered."
"That would explain the Kanima myth.", I muttered.
"He couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."
"How do you know it's not part of the rules? The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife then the baby dies too."
"Does that mean your father was a murderer?",
Scott bluntly asked Isaac. I widened my eyes at Scott's insensitivity.
"Wouldn't surprise me if he was.", Isaac replied, looking down. His dad was an asshole and that was an understatement.
"The book says they're bonded, right?", Deaton asked. Derek nodded. That sparked an idea for me.
"What if the Kanima's water fear is coming from whoever's controlling him?", I asked. Deaton nodded quickly.
"What if something that affects the Kanima," he unscrewed a bottle of black powdery herbs, and began pouring it in a circle around the silver antique object, "also affects its master?"
"Meaning what?", Isaac wondered.
"Meaning we can catch them both.", I say, smiling.
"There's got to be another way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked as we piled out of Stiles' Jeep the next morning. I sighed. "Technically, I was close to getting said tickets until you and Jackson fought, but I see why now."
"Hey!" A voice called. The three of us turned to see Matt heading our way.
"Hey.", I smiled. He was okay. Good.
"Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?", he asked us. We shrugged.
"Just forget about it, okay? No one got hurt.", Stiles told him. Matt didn't seem to agree. "I had a concussion!"
"Well nobody got seriously hurt!", Stiles exclaimed.
"I was in the ER for six hours!", Matt complained. I sighed.
"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head," Stiles crouched down and put his hand right above the sidewalk, "is about this high on our list of problems now!"
"Enough!", I scolded Stiles and turned to Matt.
"Are you okay anyways?"
"Yeah. I'm fine now.", he smiles before turning to Scott. "So Scott, you didn't get any tickets last night either?"
Scott shook his head. "Are they still selling?"
"Nah but I managed to get three online. You should keep trying.", Matt said and walked away.
After the long, boring day at school, Scott, Stiles and I went back to Deaton's.
Derek was off at his lair preparing his Betas for the rave. Scott and Stiles had gotten three tickets thanks to Isaac.
"Ketamine.", I read, looking at the small vile Deaton held in one hand. In the other, he held an empty syringe.
"Get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you sometime.", Deaton picked up a bottle of that same ashy black stuff I saw yesterday night. "This is what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."
"Uhhh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we find a maybe slightly less pressure filled task for me? Maybe give this one to Sam?" I chuckled, reaching for the bottle but I felt that pressure on my back again.
"Don't touch it.", I hear Peter's voice. "I mean, you could if you really wanted to. You won't like it very much, though."
I hesitated and Deaton noticed. "Sam was bit by a werewolf, she isn't allowed to touch any of that. It could react…badly."
"What is it?", I asked, pulling my hand away.
"It's from the mountain ash tree which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton smiled.
Scott's eyes widened at Deaton's confession.
"Okay so then what? I spread this around the whole building and either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"
"They'll be trapped." Deaton nodded.
"Not too hard, yeah?", I say to Stiles.
"Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it."
"You mean like I've got to light myself on fire?", Stiles asked with widened eyes. "I don't think I'm up for that."
I facepalmed. "Stiles…"
"Let me try a different analogy, I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing until first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and the mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.", we looked at Deaton in astonishment.
"Force of will.", Stiles gave a sigh.
"Stiles!", I scolded.
"This isn't some Disney movie, Deaton. This is reality and believing in crap like that, isn't going to work.", Stiles said. "We're literally dealing with werewolves.", I said, pointing at Scott.
Deaton chuckled.
I climbed out of Stiles' jeep, sighing.
"You okay?" I asked Stiles as he grabbed a garbage bag full of mountain ash from his trunk.
Usually Stiles was talkative and now he's unusually quiet.
"Yeah."
"Help me with the other bag?", Stiles quietly asked Scott.
"I can't, Deaton said you had to do it alone."
"Okay this plan is really starting to suck.", Stiles sighed.
"No, not here! Not now!", Scott whispered and ran off. "Plan officially sucks!", Stiles cried and turned back to me.
"Help me with the other bag.", he begged.
"Okay, okay.", I chuckled and reached into his car. As I grabbed the top and bottom of the garbage bag, I immediately dropped it as my hands burned. "Fuck!"
"What? What happened?"
"It burned me.", I winced, looking at my red hands.
"You didn't bother listening to me. That will get you killed.", I hear Peter say. "Shut up.", I growled at him.
"I didn't say anything.", Stiles said, offended.
"Not you. Peter.", I frowned. Stiles' eyes widened. "He's here? Right now?"
"Of course, Stiles.", Peter chuckled and appeared, leaning against Stiles' jeep.
I shook my head, blinking a few times as Peter disappeared.
"I had a feeling you could see him. I figured it out after we got attacked."
"Yeah. Also what's up with you?", I asked. He frowned and shook his head. "Nothing."
"Stiles."
"Look. I'll tell you after I figure it out myself, okay?", he fussed. I frowned sadly.
He took note of that and hugged me. "We'll talk about it later," he checked the watch on his wrist, "you need to go to Derek."
I backed away from him and ran off. I finally found Derek and his betas, slowing down as I walked up to them.
"Finally, let's go, we've been waiting.", Erica fussed. I looked at her in disbelief. "Weren't you just down for the count a couple of hours ago?"
She placed her hands on her hips. "And now I'm better, no thanks to you."
This bitch. I stormed up to her. "I already don't like you and I could've left you to die. I didn't. So be grateful you're still walking."
She growled in my face and we both heard a louder growl, and saw Derek looking at her with red eyes.
"Go.", Derek ordered. With an annoyed 'fine' her and Isaac left for the entrance, leaving me with Boyd and Derek.
Derek turned to me. "You need to stay out of the way. I don't know what Peter's planning, but this isn't the time."
"I can help.", I argue. He shook his head. "You can't change my mind. We can't risk anything."
"Derek. Please.", I beg. "I'm not standing here while you all go and fight and find Jackson. I'm helping."
Before Derek could say anything, his attention was taken away from me as he looked around then looked at Boyd.
"Argent.", Derek whispered. I moved around them and walked ahead. "Sam!", Derek exclaimed, calling after me. "You gonna follow me or what?", I replied.
He huffed and followed as we came straight onto the oncoming group of hunters. I frowned at the men walking towards us and scanning each and every one of them. Chris Argent came from the mob of hunters.
"Samantha. I should have known."
"We knew you were gonna be here to kill Jackson.", I say, shrugging.
"You're not hiding his identity?", he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure you already knew.", I say, rolling my eyes.
Derek and Boyd came by my side. Chris didn't like that. "Derek, back off.", Chris warned.
"Back off? That's really all you got? I've got to be honest Chris, I was really expecting more from the big bad veteran werewolf hunter.", Derek said, smugly smiling. Chris just smirked.
"Okay then. How about didn't anybody ever tell you not to bring claws to a gun fight?" All his hunters pulled out and aimed their guns at us.
"T-That one sounded pretty good.", Boyd stuttered.
I glared at Chris. "Are you really going to shoot two innocent werewolves and a human? If I recall," I repeated the words he told Kate. "You don't kill, who don't hunt you, right?"
"Yeah well, that was before you were bit by an Alpha.", he said, making my eyes widened.
He thought I was a wolf. Shit.
They all started shooting at us. We tried fighting them, at a disadvantage.
Running at one hunter, I took his arm and bent it backwards, hearing his bone crack. I lifted the hand that held the gun, while also keeping a hold on the hunter's hair as I aimed at the other hunters.
Derek grabbed my arm and tore me away, pushing me toward the club.
"Go, we've got this handled.", Derek ordered. "I'll tell you when we get Jackson.", he promised.
I nodded and ran off to find Erica and Isaac. The two Betas were still standing outside the club entrance.
"Do you realize how long you take?", Erica asked, annoyed.
"We literally just had a little run in with the Argents.", I say, panting.
"Fair enough.", Isaac said, bringing us inside.
Flashing strobes and colorful lights greeted us with loud music.
Girls were dressed in skimpy clothing while boys were covered in glowing necklaces or glasses. The dog made it a little difficult to see, much less give any awareness in case Jackson was around.
We spotted Scott and discussed the plan.
Scott pulled Isaac aside and explained how to use the Ketamine syringe. Erica and I came up with a plan to distract Jackson, which unfortunately involved touching and grinding on him.
I shuddered at the thought and sucked it up as Erica and I made our way over to Jackson, giving him sultry smiles.
As we danced on him, I caressed his face, and Erica ran his hands up and down his body.
Jackson's head tilted into my neck and my eyes widened. Was he gonna bite me?
I could feel his lips ghost over my neck and felt his tongue slick from the bottom of my neck all the way up to the shell of my ear. I whimpered at the feeling.
It was slimy and weird! Isaac, thankfully joined in but triggered Jackson as his claws out and scratched Isaac and Erica as they dragged me down with them. As we landed on the floor, I realized Isaac's hands were empty.
"Where the hell is the syringe?", I asked Isaac.
I spotted it, only for it to be kicked away. Fuck.
I went after it as quickly as possible and finally my fingers wrapped around it and snatched it before someone could step on it.
I rushed over to where Jackson was slowly walking. I wrapped an arm around him and stabbed him in the neck.
He tried to struggle but I shushed him as we went down.
His eyes rolled back just as Isaac came. I passed Jackson over to him. "I'm gonna find Scott."
I looked around for Scott and saw him leaving. "Scott, wait.", I called after him, ducking under the large warehouse doors.
Scott was in the middle of the street, and looked at me in shock. I rushed over to him, and he tried rushing over to me but before either of us could meet up, I felt a strong force ram my body, tossing me across the pavement.
My hearing felt like I was underwater as I heard Scott's yell before blacking out.
I groaned, waking up to the sound footsteps. I opened my eyes to see a blurred figure.
I winced and groaned as I felt my side tense and sore. My chest even hurt.
My vision cleared enough to see Scott lying on his stomach on a short, wooden table. I was only a few feet away from him, sitting against a wall.
"Scott?", I called, hoarsely. Scott couldn't answer, he was still passed out.
"Good, you're up.", I hear and see Victoria Argent's evil smile.
She walked over and crouched down beside me.
"Mrs. Argent?", I coughed.
"Hello, Samantha."
"What," I coughed, "what happened?"
My head hurt as I started remembering. "I-I got hit by a car.", I rasped.
"Yes, my car.", she says, nonchalantly. "You hit me with your car?", I asked in disbelief.
"Of course."
"Why- why me?"
"Don't play the innocent card. You know, for a wolf I thought you'd be a bit smarter.", she said, standing.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not dumb, Samantha. This silly little fight involving you, Scott, Jackson, and somehow Allison. I saw you when you left that club. You're involved and now I know why.", she said, shaking her head.
"I don't know why anyone would want to turn you into an alpha. It sounded insane hearing from Chris that you hadn't turned, but we'll see. Or maybe we wont.", she said, walking away.
"Mrs. Argent," I tried getting up, "you don't understand."
"Oh, I understand completely.", she shoved her heel into my side, making me scream in pain. I heard something crack as she dug her heel into my ribs.
"Those bites heal pretty fast, don't they?", she giggled but stopped when she realized that Scott was waking up. "Someone's finally awake," she smiled.
"Sam?", Scott murmured looking over at me. His voice was just as hoarse as mine.
"You both probably recognize this device. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days it seems that all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card.", Victoria lifted a vial to her nose and smelled it with a smile, sighing in content.
"This type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites." She smelled it again. "Lovely smell. You both probably won't think so." She plugged the vile into the vaporizer and turned it on.
"What are you doing?", Scott asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Killing you. It's going to look like an accident, like you had an asthma attack and couldn't get to your inhaler in time while you," she turned to me, "overdosed. Wolfsbane can be turned into a drug. A very dangerous drug.", she said, giving a smile.
I started coughing as my lungs started to burn. "Stop.", I hear Scott order as his fangs and golden eyes came out.
"Too late, looks like it's working.", Victoria viciously smiled as she sat and watched us. Scott looked as if he was choking, struggling to get oxygen.
His nails scratched against the wood table as he tried to get up. Victoria stood up from the chair she was on.
"Eh, eh, eh." She lifted her heel up to Scott's side and kicked him off the table.
"Stop it…", I rasped, coughing.
"Alpha, beta, but what are you Scott? Omega. Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an Omega, it's a miserable sound. Howl of a lone wolf.", Victoria says, glaring at him.
Scott mumbled and she leaned a little closer to hear him. "Hm? What? What is it?", Victoria asked teasingly.
Scott tried to muster up his voice. "I'm– I'm not alone." Suddenly, Scott let out a loud howl, ending it in a painful scream.
I could see Peter on his knees as if he was choking too. He looked at me with pained eyes.
"You have to get out! Get out and leave!", he yelled.
He did say we had a link… I had almost forgotten. "If I'm going down, you're coming with me…", I rasped, my eyes fluttering.
I watched the door to the room we were held in slam open, as Derek barged through.
"Derek.", I weakly whimpered, barely lifting a hand to reach him. My eyes fluttered shut as I heard Derek's yell in pain.
"Samantha…"
I opened my eyes to the sound of a woman's voice. I was in the woods again. A clearing this time.
I looked around, getting up. "Where are you!", I yelled.
I spun around trying to find the voice until I finally saw a woman behind me. She didn't look happy. If anything, she looked… disappointed.
It was the woman from before. "You again. What happened? You told me you'd never let Peter get to me and he did. Twice!", I yelled.
She glared at me and I felt myself submitting and avoiding her gaze.
"I didn't let that man get to you. You did. I said I wouldn't let him get his way which also meant you needed to put in the power to stop him. You let him overcome you one too many times.", she says.
I frowned. "I don't know how to make him go away. I don't wanna hurt anyone. I don't want him to hurt anyone.", I say, defeated.
She lifted my head and I could get a better look at her. Her pale eyes sparkled like stars, though they had a hint of sadness in them. Her hair, jet black and silky looking.
Her skin was pale with a tint of purple and the black gown and veil she wore made her skin pop out. The thing I noticed most was the crescent moon on her forehead, hers more bigger than the one I had.
My eyes widened. "You–! I had a moon on my forehead too! That was you?", I asked. A small smile played on her lips.
"Yes. That was me trying to get into contact with you outside of your sleeping state. I've been trying to grant you some of my powers as well as others.", she says. My eyebrows furrowed. "Others?"
I looked around. Only we were here, under the moonlight. "Who else has been trying to help me…?"
She sighed. "The one who knows all of chaos and discord. Your pain fuels her."
Her? Who's her?
Her head snapped up to the sky as she gave a smile before looking down at me. "It's time for you to go."
I woke up abruptly, barely taking in my surroundings as I fell out of where I was being held.
I groaned, holding my side as I felt someone holding me and sitting me up.
I looked around and saw Derek looking down at me.
I'm not dead. Seeing Derek's face immediately set my heart in relief, and practically sent me to tears.
I hurried and wrapped my arms around him, stifling a cry. "I- Victoria– Scott was dying and I couldn't get up–!"
He wrapped his arms around me. "I know. He's okay. He's alive.", he reassured me. I shook in his arms and looked around. We were at his place. He took us from the rave party…
My eyes widened as I pulled away. "She'll be hunting for us! She tried to kill us and she's gonna tell Chris that I turned!", I warned Derek, stumbling to get up.
Derek sat me back on the seat. "You don't have to worry about it. And you can't tell Scott," he whispered.
"You killed her?", I asked. "I didn't kill her. I bit her.", he said, bluntly. I widened my eyes. "That's not good."
"She stabbed me, took both of you and poisoned you with wolfsbane! I think it's well deserved.", he said, crossing his arms.
"She knew we were at the club. Chris saw us.", I say. His eyebrows furrowed in irritation.
"Great. Everything's going great.", he frowned, glaring at no one.
I glanced over at Scott who was lying on the floor. "Why hasn't he gotten up yet?"
"He's healed, so he's sleeping.", Derek informed.
I went over to my fallen friend and gently shook him awake.
"Scott. Scott. Scott. Get up. Scott.", I poked. Scott groaned, lightly pushing me away and I smiled. He's okay.
Derek helped me back home after dropping Scott off and I immediately fell back to sleep after hitting my pillows.
After an hour after three, I woke up to the sense of someone watching me. I looked around my dim lit room and saw nothing.
I closed my eyes, not pleased. "Are you always aware?", I hear Peter's voice. My eyes snapped open to see him sitting at my desk.
I sighed. "I thought I got rid of you."
He smiled. "Not quite. We need to talk."
I propped myself up on my elbow. "About you taking over my body without my permission, which is an invasion of privacy if I might add, or your torment?"
"Neither.", he chuckled.
"Then what the hell do you want Peter?"
"Lydia and you, my two immune beautiful pawns." My eyes widened. He was tormenting Lydia too? How long was that going on…?
"Lydia was my original way to come back, I wanted to add you to my pack as well. Unfortunately you were immune also. What are the chances? Then, after both of you were bitten and my dear nephew killed me, I had a new plan formed. I wanted to use both of you, Lydia for her popularity and you for already being involved in the Beacon Hills werewolf club.", he grinned.
"I'm not doing shit. You already did too much."
He frowned. "You may not want to, but you will. You don't have much of a choice here."
I glared at him. "You seriously have no hobby other than being a weirdo, do you?"
"I do, but right now you're cutting into that time. I'll be done with the Lydia girl but you… I'll have some time with you.", he said before disappearing.
The next morning was dragging me. This was going too well for Peter as Lydia's birthday was coming up and on a full moon no less.
I was sitting in the Argent household, specifically in Allison's room, while her mother, who tried to kill me, was outside the room somewhere.
I couldn't focus. If I had left this room by myself, who knows what would happen.
"You're coming to my party tonight, right Sam?", Lydia looked at me with hopeful eyes. I looked at her, a bit in shock that she'd even ask me. It was a genuine invitation…
"Yeah.", I agreed with a smile, and turned back to my phone, letting the boys know about the party.
I tuned out Lydia and Allisons discussion until I heard another woman enter the room with a knock.
"Mrs. Argent!" Lydia cheerily greeted. My head shot up and looked at the mom with wide eyes. She looked sad, I could tell. And somehow I felt a tiny bit of guilt deep inside me. Derek caused that. "What do you think of this one?" Lydia held up a blue dress to her small frame.
"It's lovely," her eyes glanced over at me before focusing on Allison, "Allison, can I grab you for a moment to, uh, talk? Just the, uh, two of us?"
"Can we do it later?", her daughter replied.
"Uh, to be honest sooner would be, would be better.", Victoria said, rubbing at her shoulder. My eyes widened a bit. "That must've been where Derek bit her…"
"Parties at ten.", Lydia added.
"You'll be around before then?"
"Uh, I think so.", Allison rushed, frustrated.
"You think so?", her mom asked.
"I don't know.", Allison shrugged and left for me and Lydia.
"Happy birthday!", Allison smiled.
"Yeah, happy birthday Lydia.", I grinned, giving her a hug.
Lydia smiled at both of us. Despite the full moon, I had high hopes that she'd enjoy her party regardless.
Lydia was usually Beacon Hills' party planner but it kinda seemed like a bust. I didn't see anyone's cars around.
Scott and Stiles were here but that was about it. They told me about the Kanima's master, who hated the swim team, apparently. Made sense as to why the Kanima didn't drown us.
She wanted us to do something since nobody was coming to her party. It made me feel bad.
It was on a full moon… I had a feeling it was gonna go left, party guests or not.
"She's completely ignored Stiles' the past ten years.", Scott argued against Allison's argument of how we ignored Lydia the past two weeks.
"I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar yet…", Stiles corrected.
"Sure.", I patted him on the back.
"We don't owe her a party.", Scott disagreed.
"What about the chance to get back to normal? She wouldn't be the town wackjob if it wasn't for us.", Allison said.
We all sighed. All of us decided that we'd text as many people as we could to get this party going. I really felt bad watching Lydia hold a plate full of drinks in her hand with no one to take.
"Lydia's so cute.", Stiles mumbled dazedly, staring at the redhead catering to every guest. Tons of people were here, and she was more than happy.
"Okay, Casanova.", I retorted. I looked over at Scott, whose eyes flickered as he looked at Allison. He was sad after fighting with Allison and wouldn't apologize.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Scott-"
"I'm not apologizing.", he cut me off and I rolled my eyes. No use in fighting with him on a full moon.
Him and Stiles fussed at each other and I tuned it out.
"...like Matt I'm going to stab myself in the face!", Stiles cried.
"Don't stab yourself in the face."
"Why not?"
"Because Jackson's here.", Scott suddenly stood up. Our eyes grew wide as we watched Jackson slowly walk in and Lydia handed him a glass of punch.
He stared directly at us, like he wanted to murder us.
I moved over between crowds and found Matt.
"Hey.", I smiled, catching his attention. "Hey.", he replied, nodding his head.
"I didn't think you'd come.", I say, surprised.
"Well, me neither. I wasn't planning on it until you texted me.", he confesses. "I'm glad you did.", I patted his back. "Hey, thanks again for the rave tickets. It was awesome."
"I barely saw you.", he said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah I know. There were tons of people in there so I popped in and out.", I say. I noticed his face had turned into a frown.
"We'll catch up later, yeah?", he said and walked away. What the hell was up with him?
I moved back to see Scott glaring up the long flight of stairs angrily. His eyes were focused on the empty window seat. "Dude, what're you looking at?", I asked.
"I'm fine. I need to find Stiles.", he mumbled and rushed away without another word. Speaking of Stiles, he and Lydia weren't anywhere to be found.
I shook my head. Those two were always in some trouble. I noticed a flash and saw Scott's phone on a table with our stuff and I picked it up to see a voicemail from Derek.
The hell happened? I pressed on the voicemail, cupping the phone to my ear. "Scott, can you call me back? I'm probably gonna need some help."
He sounded like he was in trouble. My eyes widened as I tried looking for Scott but I felt that same stupid headache again.
Not again…
I have to fight him… I have to find Derek…
The more I tried to fight, the more the pain increased and I once again black out.
Sam walked up to see Lydia dragging Derek to a hole in the Hale house and smiled widely.
"Lydia.", he rasps tiredly. Inside the hole was Peter Hale's scorched and dead body. She dropped his arm on the ground and got down on my knees.
"Lydia, stop.", he ordered weakly.
Taking Derek's arm, Lydia placed it in the hole and wrapped Peter's burnt hand around Derek's forearm.
"You don't know what you're doing.", Derek gasped.
Sam walked closer, tilting the mirror to bounce the moonlight off of others to reflect onto Peter's burnt face.
The Alpha screamed out in pain as Peter dug his claws into Derek's flesh. Derek's eyes flashed from their blood red color to their usual green.
Sam and Lydia let out a loud gasp as Sam's eyes flickered from yellow to her natural brown once more before panting and scooting away from the hole.
Derek crawled away from Peter's slowly rising, dusty body.
"I heard there was a party.", Peter said, smiling at Sam and Derek. "Don't worry, I invited myself."
Peter Hale was back.