This story is in correlation with my other two Teen Wolf stories, Scars and Awake and Alive! The three intertwine with each other quite often but in different points of view, so I would recommend reading those as well so everything makes sense. I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Sexual content
Now that she had Isaac and Delilah in her care following her mother's arrest and stepfather's death, Anabelle was instructed to look for a job. There was no way in hell she was going to get an actual job like as a waitress or in retail. So she decided to take Harvey up on his offer and work for him at his store. It was a winning situation for her- she got paid for working with something she loved and made her feel like she was a normal human being.
Plus she threatened Harvey with her claws to give her a job or else and he was too scared to say no.
The store had already been closed for about an hour and since it was date night for the musician and his wife, Anabelle offered to stay behind and make sure everything was organized. She had already tuned every guitar in the shop, rearranged the records so they were in their proper place, and even polished every single instrument.
Now she was focusing on the last task of the night, which was counting all the money in the register. Anabelle was already bad at math and when her phone rang, she lost count. Groaning, she pulled out her phone and rolled her eyes when she saw the name on the caller ID. She accepted the FaceTime call and narrowed at her eyes at the man on the other end with her same brown hair and eyes.
"What do you want, Caleb?" she growled.
"Well, hello to you too, baby sis," Caleb said sarcastically, "I don't know why you're so hissy when you haven't called us in over a month."
He was right. "I'm sorry," Anabelle sighed, "It's been hectic over here."
"I bet."
"How is everyone over there?"
"We're doing good," Caleb answered her, "Leanne and I finally put Lilly in kindergarten. You should've seen Leanne when we dropped her off on her first day in school. She was sobbing like a baby."
"By Leanne, you mean you?" Anabelle questioned as she gave her brother a knowing look.
By the way Caleb got quiet, she knew she was right on the money. "That's not the point. But yeah. And also, Renée's not too far away from her due date. I swear, Parker has a nervous breakdown every time Renée moves. Then she just hits him and yells at him saying, 'you did this to me'. But what about you, Anabelle? I take it your still in Beacon Hills."
"Unfortunately. I was planning on coming back after I found out who killed Laura but then Derek found me and-"
"Wait, Derek's there too?" Caleb asked with wide eyes.
Before Anabelle could answer, another voice chimed in from the background. "Dude, who are you talking to?"
"Our sister."
Another man's face popped in from the top of the screen, making him appear to be upside down. He let out a laugh when he saw Anabelle.
"Yo, baby sis!" he exclaimed excitedly, "Where the hell have you been, loca?"
The she-wolf looked at Caleb who just shook his head in embarrassment. "He's been watching those Twilight movies."
"Ah," Anabelle nodded, although she was still very confused, "Good to see you too, Parker."
Her eldest brother shoved Parker's face away and made room on what looked to be the couch so they could both fit in the screen.
"She's still in Beacon Hills," Caleb caught Parker up, "With Derek."
"Really?" Parker said, "You mean with Derek's dead body?"
"Relax, I didn't kill him," Anabelle told them, "We've actually been working together. I've been helping him forming his pack."
"Pack? So he's an alpha now?" Caleb asked. His sister nodded. "How did that happen?"
"Well, to give you the short version, Peter came out of his coma, killed Laura, became the alpha, then tried to kill all of us so Derek killed him, now he's the alpha and turned a bunch of teenage outcasts, and there's a kanima running loose."
Fuck, that was a mouthful. Even Anabelle's brothers thought so as they just stared at her in bewilderment.
"Wow," Parker said, "No wonder why you haven't called."
"So does that mean you're not planning on coming home any time soon?" Caleb asked her.
The youngest Fierro sibling grew quiet. It was something she had still been debating in her head. Once they found the kanima, would she stay or would she go? Derek probably wouldn't need her anymore. He would be just fine without her.
But the real question was did Anabelle actually want to leave?
"I don't know," she finally answered, "Who knows what else will happen in this town? Besides, someone needs to keep Derek in check still. You know how stubborn that man is."
"Yeah, that's another thing," Parker said, "I thought you hated the guy. And now you guys are buddy-buddy again?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say we're friends again. But, I don't know. I guess I've had a change of heart."
"Oh, so you know?"
Caleb smacked Parker hard in the chest, making the younger brother shout and rub his chest. When he glared at Caleb, he just shook as head, like he was telling him to stop talking. Anabelle didn't miss this strange interaction. And it only got weirder.
"Know what?" she asked.
But her brothers ignored her. "What the fuck are you doing?" Caleb seethed at Parker.
"I thought we could talk about it now!" Parker hissed, "Now that she knows, what's the big deal?"
"She clearly doesn't. And you know we're not supposed to say anything to her about it."
"How do you know she doesn't-"
"Hey!" Anabelle yelled, making the two stop their arguing, "Why does everyone keep talking about me like I'm not here? And can one of you tell me what the hell you're talking about that I don't know?" Then she remembered the other night where Gerard and Chris cornered her in the woods. A couple of the words they had said had stuck with her since then. "Wait, does this have to do with the family secret the Argents mentioned?"
The way Caleb and Parker looked at each other told Anabelle that she was one step closer to finding out what was going on. "The Argents?" Caleb asked nervously, "What did they tell you?"
"Not a thing," Anabelle said, "but I'm sensing here that it's the same thing you know."
"Well, it's always great talking with you, baby sis," Parker said in one breath, "What's that? Coming, Renée!"
"Your wife didn't call you."
"See you later, Anabelle," Caleb said, "Love you!"
"Wait, Caleb! Parker!"
The call had already ended. Groaning, Anabelle set her phone down and rested her forehead against her fists. She should've known that they weren't going to be any help. They were notorious for being the most infuriating brothers on the planet. Since she was not only the youngest of her family but also the only daughter, Caleb and Parker loved giving her a hard time and picking on her. It was all out of love, of course. Anabelle knew they were protective over her. A little too protective. Maybe that was why they wouldn't spill about this so-called 'family secret'.
That didn't mean the she-wolf wasn't still dying to know what it was. Would Derek know? It couldn't hurt to ask.
Speak of the devil. The door opened and in walked the alpha with Isaac on his tail. Ha. See? Anabelle can be funny in her own head.
"I thought I locked the door," she said.
"You did," Derek said. He held a claw up. "But I've got a key."
"Yeah, that's not disturbing at all. So Scott really thinks Deaton could help us?"
"That's what he said. I'm not sure how a vet can exactly help us though. But Scott trusts him. And we have to let him lead the way."
"Are you gonna bitch about it the whole time?" Anabelle teased.
Derek scoffed. "No."
"Liar." Derek rolled his eyes but when the pure wolf smirked he could stay annoyed for too long.
"You know, I still don't get why I have to go with you," Isaac said, crossing his arms.
"Because I said so," Derek told him, "And you need to understand what it is we're up against."
"I just wanted to take my girlfriend on an actual date tonight," the beta whined.
"You can take her on a date after we catch the kanima." Letting out an exasperated sigh, Isaac spun on his heels and just walked out the door. Derek shook his head. "Isaac needs to be careful. Delilah's gonna turn him soft real quick and distract him. And now that we know she's a hybrid, she needs to be even more focused."
"Oh, go easy on them," Anabelle told him as she finally finished counting the dollar bills, "They're in love. It's sweet."
"They're just kids," Derek said, "They don't know what love is."
"And you do?" Anabelle shot back.
It may have not been direct, but his relationship with Kate before the fire was heavily implied. Derek deserved that jab. "I know that love makes you do stupid things. It makes you weak."
"Not if it's with the right person. I tend to think the right person could make you stronger."
"How would you know that?"
Shrugging, Anabelle closed the register drawer. "I guess I don't. But it's nice to be optimistic for other people."
"But what about for yourself?" Derek was genuinely curious now.
A blank expression took over the she-wolf. "There is no right person for me. An omega always has take care of themselves. In all aspects of life. That's my destiny."
Letting every word process in his brain, Derek watched as Anabelle walked to the door. The warm feeling in the pit of his stomach was coming back as he gazed at her. A part of him actually felt sort of sad for his childhood friend. She was still nowhere near accepting herself. She had always carried herself so bravely, even as teenagers. Derek was able to read her like a book now that they were older. You would never be able to tell if you were human, but she reeked of self-hatred. It was just as strong as her vanilla scent that Derek always craved.
It didn't always use to be that way. While Anabelle wasn't one of the popular kids growing up, she still had been surrounded by a good group of friends. Yeah, she did have her moments of insecurity like most teenagers did, even Derek. However it was never as bad as it was now. Anabelle only had one boyfriend her whole life, and the asshole cheated on her. Multiple times. On top of that, losing her family and taking a life only did more damage. Derek knew all of the shit he had put her through didn't help either. When she had told him she tried to kill herself… Derek didn't know what he would've done if she actually went through with it. Not only did Anabelle believe she wasn't good enough to be loved, she believed she wasn't good enough to live.
The wolf in Derek just wanted to grab Anabelle by the shoulders, shake her, and stare at her in the eyes while he yelled, "You are more than enough." Life for him was not worth living if she wasn't there, whether she hated him or not. And if she never did end up loving herself, Derek hoped that she would one day see that someone else was willing to love her anyway. Hopefully that would be enough for her.
"I still don't wanna be here," Isaac complained as the three of them approached the animal clinic.
"I still don't care," Derek told him.
"Alright, both of you, knock it off," Anabelle scolded, "Let's just listen to what Deaton has to offer and then we can go home. I don't wanna hear anymore complaints or back talk or attitude from either of you. Are we clear on that?"
"But-" Isaac shut up the second Anabelle snapped her head towards him. The impatient look on her face dared him to say anything else. "Yes, ma'am."
Satisfied, Anabelle knocked on the door and they waited. Scott open the door just seconds later but his face fell when he saw Isaac with them. "What's he doing here?"
"We need him," Derek answered, walking past Scott.
"I don't trust him."
"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either," Isaac quipped.
"And Derek really doesn't care," Derek told them both.
Anabelle couldn't hold back from rolling her eyes. "Oh, god, don't ever refer to yourself in third person again." To which the alpha rolled his own eyes. "So where's Deaton?"
"Yeah, is he going to help us or not?"
"That depends." All four werewolves turned to see the veterinarian standing just outside of his office with his arms crossed. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"
Scott said, "Save him," at the same time Derek said, "Kill him." Anabelle smacked Derek's chest with the back of her hand. "Save him," Scott said firmly once again as he glared at the alpha. Derek turned to the pure wolf, who gave her a knowing look that reminded him the deal they had made. Reluctantly he nodded to agree. "Save him."
Deaton lead them into his office where to their surprise, Delilah was sitting on the counter. She had an open book in her lap but her new violet eyes were fixated on the amethyst crystal she was holding. Her concentration was broken and her eyes went back to their normal green when Isaac spoke her name.
"Oh. Hi, guys."
"Hey," Isaac said as he walked up to her, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know." Delilah held up the book that had the words 'Roman Mythology' written on the front. "Studying."
"See, you ended up having your date night after all," Anabelle smiled as she patted Isaac's shoulder. Derek let out a small snort when the beta deadpanned.
Everyone watched Deaton gather up a flight of small jars that contained what Derek and Anabelle recognized as mountain ash. It acted as a repellant against supernatural creatures. It was what their old house was surrounded by when Kate burned it down so they couldn't get in. Anabelle felt uncomfortable just by having it in her presence.
Isaac went to reach for a jar but Derek grabbed his wrist. "Watch what you touch."
"So what are you?" Isaac asked Deaton as he leaned forward on the table, "Some kind of witch?"
"No," Deaton answered in annoyance, "I'm a veterinarian."
The beta's face fell and poked Delilah when she laughed. Derek rolled his eyes at the interaction and Anabelle hit him once again, telling him to leave the two alone.
"Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that is going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin," Deaton told them.
"We're open to suggestions," Derek said.
"What about an effective offense?" Isaac asked.
"We already tried. I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up."
"It's almost as if it can't be killed," Anabelle said.
"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton asked.
"Well, one-" Derek answered, "it can't swim."
"Does that go for Jackson as well?"
Delilah shook her head. "He's actually the captain of the school's swim team."
"Essentially you're trying to catch two people," Deaton told the group. He walked over to one of his drawers and pulled something out. He held up what resembled a charm or a coin. It featured a symbol of a figure sitting in a controlling pose. "A puppet- and a puppeteer." He set the charm down. "One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"
"I don't think Jackson could do it," Scott spoke up, "His mother died pregnant too, and was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."
"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac asked, "The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too."
"Does that mean your father was a murderer too?" Scott asked the blond.
Isaac shrugged. "Wouldn't surprise me if he was." He kissed Delilah's head when she rubbed his back supportively.
"Hold on," Deaton said, "The book says they're bonded, right?" Derek and Anabelle nodded. "What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him?" He picked out a jar that contained black powder. "What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?" He dumped the powder around the charm.
"Meaning what?" Delilah asked.
"Meaning we can catch them," Scott realized, "Both of them."
He had another dream about her last night. It wasn't so much about the future as the visions he had been having of her were, but it was enough to make him want to rip his hair out.
In this dream they did have sex. It was the first time he had a real sex dream about, well, anyone. Let alone her. When he woke up that morning he was broken out into a sweat and his body felt warm and tingly, like it actually happened. He was as hard as a rock, also something he hadn't experienced since he was a teenager. Normally he would have thought about just ignoring it and focusing more important things. For instance, coming up with the plan on catching the kanima at the underground show later that night.
No matter how hard he tried, he just could not let it go. He had to take care of this problem and take care of it fast.
So he got dressed as quickly as he could and drove from the subway station to her apartment. Thankfully no one was there. The betas were at school and she was most likely at the music store. He used his key to get in and bolted in. He ran to the bathroom. After he turned on the shower and left it on the coldest setting, he threw off his clothes. Then he stepped in. His hand immediately went to his aching and throbbing dick and stroked as he thought of her and the dream.
He remembered her beautiful naked body writhing underneath his as he kissed her like he was dying to do the other day. Her perfectly sized breasts pressed against his bare chest and he had his hand at the small of her back so he could bring her body even closer, as if that were even possible. Claws raked down his sweaty back and he thrusted into her deeply, eliciting the most delicious sounds from her that just enticed him to go harder.
The wet heat that surrounded him was making his head spin but he didn't let that falter him. He wondered if that part of her body tasted just as sweet as she smelled. There was no doubt that it was and he was dying to taste. But he just couldn't stop pounding her like he was trying to put a baby inside her. Especially when she was tell him to give it to her.
Breathy moans tickled his ear and he growled into hers. They were going at it like animals, which was pretty fitting for the childhood best friends. But it wasn't just about fucking around for either of them. There was something else motivating them to please each other. Something deeper that was haunting him all of his life. Something that he was never able to see until she came back. It all made sense when she whispered three small words into his ear.
"I love you."
That's when he came. Hard. He kept jerking himself until his legs felt like they were about to give out from underneath him and he had to place his hand against the wall to keep himself up. Once he was completely drained, he rested his forehead against the tile as he tried to catch his breath.
This was fucking torture. He couldn't take this anymore. Something was happening to him and he didn't have the patience to keep going on until he got to the bottom of it.
And he might know just the person to help him out.
After he got out, dried himself off, and put his clothes back on, Derek grabbed his keys and left to go the high school. As soon as he got there he marched towards the girls locker room, where he could smell strawberries and chemicals.
Only one person was in there and luckily it was the one person Derek was looking for. He rolled his eyes when he heard the very off-key singing. If you could even call it singing. Standing at her locker was the annoying redhead who was also dancing to whatever the hell she was listening to. She and Stiles really were made for each other.
"Natalie," Derek said.
No response.
"Natalie."
Said girl must have had her volume on full blast because it was like he wasn't even there. Derek reached over and pounded his fist against the locker above hers. Natalie screamed and almost dropped the phone in her hands. It fumbled around a few times but she was able to catch it before it could hit the ground.
"What the hell, Derek?" she exclaimed as she ripped out her earbuds, "You could have just called my name, you know?"
"I did," Derek deadpanned, "Twice."
"Really? Huh. These earbuds are amazing then." Natalie held up her phone. "And you're so lucky I didn't drop my phone. Because of your paralyzed ass I had to go buy a new one."
"Cry me a river," Derek quipped.
"Man, someone's in a crankier mood than usual. Now I'm assuming you're here for something? Otherwise you really need to get a job or something and stop coming to the school."
"I am. I know you and Stiles tend to do a lot of research on the supernatural."
Natalie shrugged. "We dabble."
"Have you ever come across something that has to do with werewolves having visions?" Derek asked.
"Umm… not that I remember. And why are you bugging me about this? Why couldn't you just ask Stiles?"
"Because out of the two of you, you annoy me the least."
"Oh my god, that was an actual compliment." Natalie put her hand over her heart. "I never thought this day would come."
Derek glared at her. "Don't push it. And there's gotta be something that you know. Something that explains why I've been having visions or can understand Anabelle when she's the white wolf."
Snapping her fingers, Natalie began rifling through her backpack. "I actually might have something in here that could help."
"You keep all of this with you?" the alpha asked as he watched Natalie toss loose papers all around her.
"I get bored during Coach's class." She found what she was looking for and held it out to Derek. But before he could snatch it away, Natalie drew her hand back. "Wait a minute. What's in it for me?"
"You give me the papers and I don't break your neck."
"… yeah, that should do it." Natalie gave Derek the papers. "Now, get out of here. I don't need you stinking up the place with your Grumpy Cat personality."
Shaking his head, Derek left the locker room. He started reading through the papers that Natalie provided him. Nothing in there explained anything about what he was experiencing. It was all just a bunch of history that Derek could care less about.
But then he stopped when something came to his attention. Now this was new. Derek sat on a bench as he read through the article. Each word he came across was making him feel dizzy. He didn't know if any of it was true. After all, Natalie did just find this off the internet so who knew if any of this was real or not?
What if it was though? All lot of the information did add up. The visions, the telepathy, the pull… they were all connected. Surely his family had to have known something if this was all true. But why wouldn't they tell him? This was sort of a huge deal that they just couldn't have kept Derek in the dark about. Did Anabelle know? She had to. There was no way he was the only one experiencing these changes.
There was just so many questions that Derek didn't have answers too. Everything seemed so clear yet make no sense at the same time. But at least he knew that he was getting closer to figuring it all out. And he would get his answers one way or another. He wouldn't be able to sleep again unless he did.
Something bad was going to happen tonight. Anabelle could feel it. They had a plan in catching Jackson at some rave the teenagers were going to be at. It surprisingly wasn't a bad plan either. Maybe it could work.
But Anabelle had been in the game long enough to know that she couldn't depend on it working either.
There was something about Chris Argent's daughter that seemed off. She was still messing around with Scott, that was no mystery. That also meant Scott trusted Allison which was a horrible decision. Anabelle knew that from Derek's past relationship with Kate. And you know how the saying goes- the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Before she had to go meet with Derek and the rest of the pack at the warehouse the rave was taking place at, Anabelle decided to make a little trip to the Argents' house. She was shifted into the white wolf so she could hide easier and run faster is she needed to. There was a small window at the bottom on the back of the house that peered into the basement. Anabelle crouched behind the trash cans next to it as she looked inside.
Hunters gathered around the table and surrounded by various types of guns. The place was like a fucking museum. Chris was standing at one end of the table while Gerard was on the other end. Allison was actually there too, sitting on the stairs.
"Alright," Chris spoke up, "The party's in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have little clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious. When Allison has Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, she'll signal me. Optimal meaning as far away from the crowd as possible. There will be no collateral damage tonight." He looked back at his daughter. "Go ahead."
Like a typical angst-filled teenager, Allison stomped upstairs. She didn't seem too happy about the plan and maybe even a little suspicious.
Gerard seemed to have noticed that as well. "As willing a participant as she seems, your young protegee there also appears to be under the impression that we are planning a trap."
"She doesn't need to know any more than that," Chris told his father.
"For the rest of us then, let's be perfectly clear," Gerard addressed the other hunters, "You don't trap a creature this dangerous." He held up the same dagger he stuck in Anabelle the other night. "You kill it."
Fuck! The werewolves had to get to Jackson first. There was no other option. This plan had to work.
Anabelle took a step back and accidentally knocked over a trash can. The sound didn't go unheard by the hunters.
"What was that?" Chris asked as he looked around.
The white wolf then took off. She was not about to let the Argents get her. She had to make it to Derek and warn the others that there was a war coming.
She kept running all throughout Beacon Hills until she reached downtown. The scent of pine needles guided her to the industrial sector where the rave was located. Finally she found Derek and Boyd parked next to Stiles's jeep. She let out a bark, catching the two werewolves' attention. Derek sighed in relief.
"Anabelle, where have you been?" he asked her, "You were supposed to be here-"
"They know," Anabelle told him telepathically.
"What?" Derek said, furrowing his eyebrows, "Who?"
"The Argents. The daughter told Chris and Gerard everything. She told them Jackson's the kanima and that he was going to be here tonight."
As Derek cursed to himself, Boyd looked back and forth between the two in confusion. "You can understand her?"
"Only recently," Derek told him. He rubbed his chin. "So what's their plan?"
"They're on their way right now," Anabelle communicated, "They should be here any-"
All of their heads turned when they heard footsteps coming towards them. Here they come. Chris lead four of his hunters, who all had guns in their hands, and they met with the werewolves halfway.
"Derek," Chris said firmly, "Back off."
The alpha's eyebrows rose and the white wolf let out a little huff.
"Back off?" Derek echoed incredulously, "That's- that's really all you've got? I got to be honest, Chris. I was really expecting more from the, uh, big bad veteran werewolf hunter."
Chris sent him a closed smile. "Okay, then. How about 'didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gunfight'?"
Right on cue, the hunters rose and cocked their guns at the werewolves.
"Yeah, that one sounded pretty good," Boyd said nervously. Derek and Anabelle shot glares at the beta.
Looking down at Anabelle, Chris chuckled. "So I see you decided to stick with Derek after all."
"She and I are a team," Derek told him, "She's a part of my pack."
"We all know that's not true, Derek. Once an omega, always an omega."
One of the hunters then shot at Anabelle, but Derek jumped on her and rolled themselves out of the way before any bullets could hit her. That made all of the hunters start shooting. The werewolves dodged the bullets as they ran and hid behind a large dumpster. They tried to stay out of sight as much as possible as the hunters continued to aim at them.
Boyd decided to finally take action and run out of his hiding spot and start knocking the hunters down. Derek then flipped over the dumpster and did another flip backwards, kicking a hunter in the face. Now it was Anabelle's turn. She leaped over the dumpster, tackling another one of Argent's men. She scratched his face and he knocked her head with the butt of his gun. It was only enough to distract Anabelle, but that was all the guy needed to aim his gun at her.
Derek saw this and smacked the gun out of the hunter's hand so Anabelle could run out of the way. Two of the hunters had taser guns and shot them at the alpha, electrocuting him. The white wolf bit on of them on the leg to get him to release Derek but he just kicked her out of the way. But Derek was able to grab the wires from the guns and yank them, bringing the hunters down.
Anabelle jumped on one of their backs, her claws digging into their skin. She was able to bring him down. She was just about to bite through his neck when she got a whiff of a foul odor that made her feel sick. It had to be wolfsbane. Then she smelled something else- youthfulness, cheap cologne-
Scott.
The white wolf got off of the hunter and began sprinting towards the smell. Derek tried to call out to her to stop her but she didn't listen. She had to find Scott as quickly as possible.
His scent lead her to another building next to the warehouse. Anabelle instantly was hit with the scent of wolfsbane and she began to feel her body weaken. But she tried to push herself so she could get to Scott. She climbed up on the roof and looked down through the window. A growl emitted from the back of her throat as she saw Victoria Argent, Chris's wife, take a vial of wolfsbane and attach it to what looked like a vaporizer. Scott was laying face down on a metal table with wheels. Anabelle could see that he was getting weaker by the second like she was feeling.
"What are you doing?" he managed to ask Victoria.
"Isn't it obvious?" she smiled. It then turned into an evil frown. "I'm killing you."
This is where sometimes Anabelle was annoyed by her white wolf form. Because of her paws, she couldn't get a grip on the handle of the window. She then started scratching at it frantically as Victoria began wafting the air of the wolfsbane in Scott's face.
"It's going to look like an accident," Victoria said, "Like you had an asthma attack and couldn't get to your inhaler in time. Your school records show you have a pretty severe case of asthma."
"Stop!" Scott begged.
"Too late. Looks like it's working."
Scott tried to slowly push himself up. It looked like he was about to succeed until Victoria kicked him off the table onto the ground.
Over at the shooting scene, Derek and Boyd were hiding behind a wall. They were both shot, sweating, and breathing heavily. They were exhausted.
"I think I stopped healing," Boyd breathed out.
"Bullets- they're laced with wolfsbane," Derek told him, "You got to go, take the car."
"What about you?" Boyd asked.
"I have to find Scott and Anabelle. Go." But Boyd didn't move. "Go!" Then he took off running as Derek tried to search for Anabelle's scent and figure out where the hell she went.
Back where Anabelle was, she finally gave up on scratching. Instead, she used her head to break through the glass and fall into the room. The stench of the wolfsbane had gotten worse and Anabelle could feel the effects of it taking its toll on her. She roared at Victoria, but it was weak. The Argent just chuckled.
"Why, what a nice little reunion," she jeered, "Anabelle Fierro. It's been so long. Did you come to die too, omega?"
Growling, Anabelle charged at Victoria. But she didn't get very far because she had pulled out a gun and shot the white wolf in the leg. Since the bullets were laced with wolfsbane as well, she immediately went down. Whimpers escaped her throat as she writhed in burning agony.
"Anabelle…" Scott croaked out.
"Alpha, beta," Victoria said slowly as the teen wolf laid there, "but what are you, Scott? Omega. Just like Fierro here. 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. The howl of a lone wolf." Her heels clacked against the floor as she strode towards the white wolf. "Isn't that right, Anabelle?"
She kicked Anabelle over so she was facing Scott. He could see that she was dying too. The gunshot wound along with the aroma was overload for the poor wolf. She whimpered again.
"We're not…" Scott said softly.
"What?" Victoria asked, not hearing the teen wolf well, "What is it?"
"We're not… alone."
With the last ounce of energy Scott could muster up, he let out a loud howl before collapsing. Anabelle herself had one last howl left in her. Then she shut her eyes.
After he made sure that Chris and the hunters were nowhere to be found, Derek figured the coast was clear. So he started running around the industrial area, trying to find Anabelle or Scott or anyone. The rave seemed to be over as people started leaving the building.
Much to his relief (Derek would never say that again about these two dorks again), Stiles and Natalie were exiting the building as well and appeared to be looking for something. They headed towards Stiles's jeep and Derek ran up to them.
"Hey," Stiles greeted, "um, so we kinda lost Jackson inside-" Derek looked at the two in disbelief, "but it's-"
He stopped when Delilah, Isaac, and Erica ran out of the building. They weren't able to walk very far though due to the mountain ash Stiles and Natalie surrounded the building with earlier. The three of them looked at each other, unsure of what it was.
However Stiles and Natalie laughed in amazement.
"Oh my god," Stiles exclaimed happily, "It's working. Oh, this is-" he pumped his fists up, "I did something."
"That's what I'm talking about, baby!" Natalie laughed. She and Stiles smacked their hands together three times before bumping chests, which they immediately regretted afterwards. Natalie ground as she rubbed her chest. "Bad idea."
Derek rolled his eyes. Suddenly, a howl broke out from the distance. "Scott?"
"What?" Natalie asked, the teenagers all getting concerned.
But then they heard something else. Scott's howl was followed by a softer one, and Derek's heart dropped.
"Anabelle. Break it."
"Why?" Natalie cried out, "Do you know how long it took us to make this? Hell no!"
"Anabelle and Scott are dying!"
"Okay, what?" Stiles asked, "How do you know that?"
"Oh my god, you guys, I just know!" Derek yelled at them, panicking to get to his childhood best friend, "Break it!"
Stiles threw his arms up, but he bent down and broke a line in the mountain ash trail anyway. Derek pushed past the two and ran to go find Anabelle and Scott.
He finally found the building they were in. He opened the door and found them out cold on the floor. The wolfsbane hit him and he started to feel woozy.
Suddenly he was stabbed in the back and he roared. Derek spun around and saw Victoria with a dagger in her hand. He knocked it out before she shoved him against the wall. The two wrestled around for a good few seconds. Desperate to get to the two dying werewolves, Derek bit Victoria. She shoved him to the ground then she made her escape. Once he realized she was gone, Derek checked on Scott first. He was unconscious, but he was still breathing. Okay, good. Then he went to Anabelle and his inner wolf cried.
She had been shifted back into her human self. Because she was nude, Derek could see the bullet hole in her thigh and blood running down her leg. She wasn't breathing and if he didn't hear her decreasing but still audible heartbeat, he would have lost it. Just the fact that Anabelle was even close to death was enough to scare the fuck out of him. And this man did not scare easily.
Derek carefully threw her over his shoulder and hooked his arms under Scott's. He dragged them out of the room and hurried to get help.
He sat in the corner as he watched Deaton work on Scott. The teen wolf was lying on the operating table while he was being patched up. Deaton finished his work and caressed the back of Scott's head as if that were his son. When his eyes fluttered for a nanosecond, Derek let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. The kid was going to be okay.
"Thank you," he said to Deaton.
Despite what he others believed, he really did care about these kids. They were his responsibility. Yes, they sometimes got on his very last nerves. But he made an oath to himself to protect them and for once he was going to stay true to his word. Especially for Anabelle's sake.
Speaking of, Derek got up and went into the room next door. In this room that didn't look like it was used much was another operating table. Anabelle had been worked on before Scott was since she was the closest to dying. Thankfully she was recovering well too. The bullet had been removed from her leg and the wound had been closed up. She was now covered with a blanket as she rested. It was like she was in a deep sleep.
The alpha pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. He took one of her hands that was over her chest and held it in between his own hands. Vanilla traveled up his nostrils as he breathed her in. His lips pressed against her hand before he could even think about it. Not that he cared anymore. Now that Derek knew she was alive, he felt like he could breathe again. Tonight was way too close of a call. Never did he ever want to know what it would be like to lose Anabelle again.
"You've been receiving visions, haven't you?"
His head shot up and he saw Deaton leaning against the doorway. His arms were crossed as he watched the moment Derek was having with the woman lying on the table.
"Excuse me?" Derek asked.
"Not only visions," Deaton continued, "but also vivid dreams that feel too real and an emotional pull that seemed to appear overnight. Not to mention you have the ability to read Anabelle's mind, both when she's human and shifted."
Furrowing his eyebrows, Derek stuttered a bit. "Yeah, b-but… how do you know that?"
The veterinarian sighed. "I think it's time you knew the truth about you and Anabelle." He grabbed a chair and sat it next to Derek. His arms crossed in front of his chest again as he looked straight at him. "Have you ever heard of mating?"
"Not until recently," Derek answered, "Stiles and Natalie do research on werewolves a lot. And, well…"
He pulled the papers Natalie had given him out of his back pocket and handed them to Deaton. Said man read through each article swiftly yet thoroughly.
"Some of this is true," Deaton told him, "but not quite all of it. True mates are not actually that common. It's a very rare occurrence. You see, while Scott is in love with Allison and Isaac with Delilah, they are not mates. That doesn't mean they won't have the chance to be together for the rest of their lives, but they are turned werewolves. Only those who are born are destined to have a true mate. Like you and Anabelle."
It was finally the confirmation Derek had been waiting for not only since he read those papers, but also their reunion. But it still seemed too surreal. A part of him almost didn't believe it. When he looked down at Anabelle's face however, he understood all of the signs and what they meant.
The many questions racing through his head were making him lightheaded. "Did my mother know?"
"Your whole family knew," Deaton answered, "As well as hers. They knew since the day Anabelle was born and a spark ignited between the two of you the first time your hands touched. But they wanted you two to figure it out for yourselves since they didn't want it to feel forced."
"I don't get it," Derek said, "We had both been in relationships with other people while we were younger. If we are destined to be together, how were we able to love other people?"
"The love was for each other. You had just mistaken it for someone else at the time. But when you two had went your separate ways after the fire, that's why neither of you were able to be with someone else."
That was true. Derek was never with anyone else after Kate. But all this time he thought it was because of trust issues. Not because he already tied to Anabelle.
"If you weren't allowed to tell me before, why now?"
"You're at the point in your life where you have been getting your signs. You were close to knowing soon anyway. Someone in a true mate bond learns about their destiny once they've forgiven themselves for past traumas and allow their hearts to open up once again to accept love and peace. And once both parties discover the truth, the bond will be sealed through a bite from either the male or the alpha, whichever is the more dominant party."
All hope and optimism Derek had been building up while Deaton was explaining washed away once he heard this. He looked down at his hands that were still holding Anabelle's.
"She doesn't know…" he realized, "But she can read my thoughts too."
"Anabelle may be receiving some signs," Deaton said, "but she is far from healing herself. The only reason she may be experiencing some things is because you're here. And since you're an alpha, everything will affect you more intensely and will happen twice as fast for you."
"… I can't tell her, can I?"
"Not if you want her to genuinely accept the bond."
And maybe that was for the best. It didn't make having her so close to him easier to accept that however. Derek finally learned the truth and he couldn't even do anything about it. That might have been even more infuriating than not knowing anything at all.
He brushed one of Anabelle's brown curls out of her face when she moved slightly in her sleep. There was a good chance she may never know about them. Derek's heart clenched at the realization. But he couldn't force it. Not if Derek wanted there to be a real chance for them to exist. And it wouldn't be fair to her.
Regardless, he was still going to provide and fight for her until they moment he dies. He would at least try to make her see that she was actually worth being alive. If he couldn't get his true mate to love him, then the least he could do was help her love herself again.
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