No One Else

by PureSourwolfHale

After years of endless searching, Derek Hale has finally found his best friend, Anabelle Fierro. But she never forgave him for the fire that killed their families. Although she hates him, he needs her help building his pack. What can he do to regain the trust of his best friend, his anchor... the love of his life? Will she give him what he's always wanted- a family? (DerekxOC)

12. Chapter 12

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! This is in correlation with my other two stories, Scars and Awake and Alive, so please go read and review those as well for everything to make sense. Some bits intertwine with each other but they're all told at different viewpoints.Here is chapter 12 of No One Else!

The room was whited out. Derek and Anabelle were standing next to each other, only in their undergarments, as they took in the emptiness surrounding them. A warped voice echoed throughout and it felt like everything around them was spinning.

"Derek, Anabelle- can you hear me?" the voice kept saying.

The two wolves looked at each other, trying to make sense of where they were and what the hell was happening.

"Derek, Anabelle- can you hear me?" the voice repeated, "I need you two to answer me, Derek and Anabelle. Derek! Anabelle! We don't have much time."

A loud feedback suddenly rang in the air, making them both grit their teeth and cover their ears.

Suddenly they opened their eyes with a gasp. They panted heavily as they looked around them. It seemed that they were still in their old house. When they looked to their side, they saw Deaton kneeling next to them, staring at them. Wincing, they sat up.

"That sound-" Derek panted, "What was it?"

Deaton held up a dog whistle, smiling smugly. Derek deadpanned while Anabelle rolled her eyes. "How appropriate."

They both stood up. But once Anabelle was on her feet, her legs got a little wobbly. Derek caught her before she could fall but even he stumbled.

"You're both going to be weak for several hours," Deaton told them.

Derek looked down at the puncture wounds on his and Anabelle's arms as he recalled the actions that took place before they had knocked out- Lydia dragging him and Anabelle to their burnt house, Peter digging his claws into them, and then him breaking out of the wooden floors, alive as can be. It all felt like a dream, but no.

"It actually happened."

"Don't worry," Deaton said, "You're still an alpha. But as usual, not a competent one."

"Where did he go?" Anabelle asked, referring to Peter.

"I wish I could tell you."

"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here and why you're helping us," Derek threatened. He took a step closer to Deaton but Anabelle placed her hand on his chest to prevent him from doing something stupid.

But the veterinarian didn't seem to be intimidated either way. "Helping your families actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mothers."

"You're the one my sister talked about," Derek remembered.

"He was an advisor to our family," Anabelle said.

"She's right," Deaton nodded, "And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. You too, Anabelle. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

"Besides Anabelle, I don't trust anyone," Derek told him. It may not have been the first time the she-wolf heard him say that but it still never failed to surprise her.

"I know," Deaton said, "If you did, you might be the alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one other person you should trust doesn't trust you at all."

"Scott."

"He's with Stilinski and Henderson right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. Something tells me… it's going exactly the way he wants it to."

Even after Deaton left, Derek and Anabelle stayed at the house for just a little longer. Anabelle had followed Derek's lead and left her own set of clothes in her old bedroom. She changed out of her torn and bloodied clothes into an oversized sweater and leggings. As she tied her boots back on she heard Derek at the doorway.

"If Scott is with Stiles and Natalie and their dads then I have a feeling they're at the police station," Anabelle said, "I'm sure Gerard won't be far behind either. We gotta get your car back at the station so we can get to them faster."

"You should stay with the betas," Derek told her, "Check and see how everyone's holding up."

"They're fine," Anabelle said, "Isaac texted me and said that they're all together at the diner. Now let's go, we're losing precious time."

Just as she was about to exit, Derek blocked the doorway. "If Gerard really is planning something, then you need to go home and hide so he can't find you."

"I'm not doing this with you right now, Derek."

"Anabelle, I am not going to let you put yourself in any more danger. You know he's going to come for you first."

"I don't care."

"Well, I do!"

It wasn't the way he shouted that made Anabelle take a step back. But more so what he had shouted. Derek even threw himself off. But he had meant it. And if this is what it was going to take for his mate to stay out of trouble, then so be it.

Composing himself, Derek said, "I can't have you getting yourself hurt. Or worse. If you die, Anabelle… don't make me go through that."

Did the alpha actually look scared? He did. Anabelle couldn't even remember the last time she had seen him that way. And the fact that he was scared for her was kind of… sweet. Never did Anabelle think she would have ever used that word to describe Derek. And she certainly never thought it would make her feel like something was fluttering in her stomach either.

Odd, but it wasn't important right now.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, ignoring the spark beneath her fingers that Derek definitely felt. He did his best to ignore it too but looking into those light brown eyes sure wasn't doing him any favors.

"I'll be fine," Anabelle said softly, "I'm a big girl. If I can handle four raging betas on a full moon and your grumpy ass 24/7, then I can do anything."

"Only you could insult me and try to make me feel better at the same time," Derek scoffed.

"That's what makes us, us, right?" Anabelle smirked. Before Derek could say anything else, Anabelle's phone chimed. She cursed as she read the message. "It's Scott."

"What happened?"

"They're at the sheriff's station like I predicted. But they're being held at gun point by the kanima's controller. Meaning we gotta move now."

Together they sprinted back to the subway station and hopped into the Camaro. Tires screeching, Derek drove to the sheriff's station. Just as predicted, Stiles's jeep was parked in the front of the building so Derek parked right next to it.

"Okay, I think it's best we split up," Anabelle said as she unbuckled her seatbelt, "I'll go through the back while you go through the front."

"Anabelle." Derek grabbed her hand before she could step out of the car. She looked at him in curiosity. "Be careful. Please."

Anabelle looked down at their joined hands. For the first time, she didn't pull back right away. That spark wasn't something she couldn't ignore this time, no matter how much it confused her. Derek could see it in her face too. She made no moves to rip her hand out of his, thank god. If anything, Anabelle squeezed it lightly.

"You too."

Then they both got out the car, Derek running to the front while Anabelle went around the building to the back door. She tried pulling on the door handle but it wouldn't budge. It was locked. But then Anabelle rolled her eyes when she remembered she was a werewolf and she kicked the door open. She smirked to herself.

Being supernatural sometimes did have its perks.

The she-wolf walked through the hallways slowly, looking around her to see if there was anyone else in the station. So far the people she did see weren't alive. Anabelle turned a corner and saw three dead police officers lying on one end of the hallway. Scratches covered their bodies and blood was splattered all over the walls. That had to have meant that the kanima, or Jackson for that matter, was in here too.

When Anabelle walked farther into the station, she started to hear the sound of chains jingling. She ran until she found Sheriff Stilinski and Deputy Henderson in a cell room. They were both handcuffed to the wall and pulling on their chains to try to break free.

"Sheriff?"

Said man along with Deputy Henderson looked up and sighed in relief when they saw the she-wolf. "Miss Fierro. What are you doing here?"

"I heard that there was trouble going on in here," Anabelle said as she made her way to the two men, "Where are Scott, Stiles, and Natalie?"

"They're somewhere up front," Deputy Henderson answered, "Matt's holding them hostage too."

"Who's Matt?"

"He's the kid who is responsible for the murders going on in town," Stilinski said. He pulled on his handcuffs again.

"Let me help you guys out of there," Anabelle said.

"Matt has the keys," Henderson said.

"But there should be a spare in that desk," Stilinski told her, nodding his head towards the desk, "Top drawer on the right."

"Okay," Anabelle said. She rushed over to the desk and started rummaging through all of the random paperwork and other junk.

Henderson raised an eyebrow. "Wait, how do you know our kids?"

"There's no time to explain," Anabelle told him as she finally found a set of keys. She rolled her eyes when she saw how many keys were on the ring. There had to have been at least twenty! "The important thing is that we get everyone out of here safely."

Looks like she had spoken to soon because as soon as she said that, a loud gunshot rang through the air followed by a scream. Stilinski and Henderson shot up from the bench.

"Scott! Stiles! Natalie!" Stilinski called out, "What happened?"

Sniffing the air, Anabelle detected Scott's blood, indicating that he had been the one that had just been shot. A part of her was relieved since the teenager would be able to heal from it. But that meant she had to act quickly before anyone that wasn't supernatural would get shot next and die.

And where the hell was Derek?

Yelling came from the front as Anabelle fumbled with the keys and tried to figure out which one belonged to the handcuffs. She just wanted to rip her hair out because she knew she could easily break the cuffs from the walls but she assumed that these two men didn't know about supernatural creatures and Anabelle didn't want to risk outing Scott.

"Matt!" Henderson called out, "Matt, listen to me-"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Anabelle heard from the front. That must have been Matt. "Everybody shut the hell up! Now get up, or I shoot her next!"

"Here, I think I found it," Anabelle said. She was about to unlock the handcuffs on Stilinski but he held his free hand out.

"No," he refused, "We'll be fine. Just make sure our kids are okay."

"Are you sure?" Anabelle asked.

"Yes. Now go before our kids get hurt."

Hesitantly, Anabelle nodded and ran out of the room. Just as she was about to hit the front desk, she saw Jackson standing in front of one of the offices. He seemed to have been guarding someone. Or multiple people. Anabelle needed to distract him so she punched a glass window on a door, breaking it into hundreds of pieces. The half-shifted boy snapped his head towards the other direction and walked that way.

Anabelle waited until he was out of sight before running over to where he was. She peered into the office and saw Derek, Stiles, and Natalie lying on the floor. They must have been paralyzed. She raised an eyebrow.

"Really, Derek?" she said, "I leave you for about five minutes and you're already taken down?"

"Glad you still take the time out of your schedule to put me down even more," Derek rolled his eyes.

"Where's Scott?" Anabelle asked, "I heard him get shot."

"He's with his mom and Matt," Stiles answered, "I think he's gonna lock her up with our dads."

"Okay, so what's this kid's deal? Why is having Jackson kill all of these people?"

"Because he's a total evil psycho, that's why!"

Natalie sighed. "We don't know. But now he's having Jackson killing more than just the ones that supposedly killed him. He's going on a total rampage."

"Fuck." Anabelle ran her hand through her dark hair. "Okay, well, we need to get you guys to the car." She went to grab Derek's hand but he shook his head.

"No," he told her, "Scott's weak right now. He's going to need help taking care of Matt. Go to him."

"Derek-"

"Go, Anabelle," Derek demanded. "And watch out for Jackson. I can hear him coming back so don't let him see you and be careful."

"You know, for someone who always tells me to be careful, you tend to be the one who's the damsel in distress."

Not even giving Derek a chance to retort back, Anabelle ran out of the office and headed back to the cell room. She stayed behind the wall as she heard who sounded like Scott's mother crying for her wounded son.

"Please," she begged Matt, "he needs to see a doctor."

"You think so?" Matt asked sarcastically.

"Hey, hey, you listen to me!" Sheriff yelled.

"It's alright," Scott assured the parents, "I'm okay."

"No, honey, you're not okay," his mother cried.

"It doesn't hurt, Mom."

"'Cause that's the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me - let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

Matt chuckled humorlessly. "They have no idea, do they?"

"Please. Let me just take a quick look. I-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt yelled, "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

This was the time Anabelle decided to make her presence known. She quietly stepped into the room and approached Matt. Everyone else looked at her with wide eyes. Scott's mother was behind the cell and looked like she wanted to say something but Anabelle just put her finger to her lips and nodded, telling her she was one of the good guys.

"Okay," the woman complied, "Okay."

As soon as she was standing right behind Matt, Anabelle grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the metal bars of the cell, making him drop the gun. While he fell on the floor, he didn't knock out. Instead, he just grabbed the gun and shot Anabelle in the stomach. She cried out and held onto the wound. Scott's mom screamed again and Stilinski and Henderson yelled out.

"Anabelle!" Said woman heard Derek yell from the other side of the station.

"Look who decided to join the party," Matt said as he walked towards her, "Miss White Wolf herself. Someone's a little defenseless without her partner in crime, isn't she?"

"Says the one getting someone else to kill people for him," Anabelle gritted out, wincing at the pain in her stomach.

"I think I've proven I can take care of myself pretty well," Matt smirked, waving his gun. He looked at Scott. "Back to the front, McCall. You too, Fierro." Neither of them budged. "After you."

The two wolves lead the way with Matt pushing them every so often to get them to move faster. When they got to the front office, Jackson had returned to his post and was watching over the ones still lying on the floor. Derek's eyes widened when he saw the bullet wound in his mate's stomach.

"Anabelle-"

"It's okay, Derek," she assured him. He still wasn't too convinced when she had to lean against the desk.

"The evidence is gone," Scott told Matt, "Why don't you just go?"

"You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?" Matt said. "No, no, I want the book."

"What?" Scott asked, "What book?"

"The bestiary." The wolves, Stiles, and Natalie all exchanged glances. "Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it," Scott told him, "It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers."

"Answers to what?"

"To this."

Lifting the hem of his shirt, Matt revealed black scales covering his side.

Just like the kanima.

"McCall, you're coming with me," Matt told him. He looked at Anabelle. "And bring her with you so she doesn't try any funny business. Let's go."

Scott wrapped Anabelle's arm around his shoulders and he apologized when she winced. They gave the three on the floor one last look of hesitant reassurance before walking out of the office with Matt pointing the gun behind them.

But Anabelle kept her eyes on Derek. She could see he was trying to keep a brave face but it was slowly fading. He was worried, especially for her. Even though Anabelle didn't know why he was always so worried for her, she couldn't deny that she was feeling the same about him too. There was even a part of Anabelle that was starting to care about him like she did back then. The last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt. For anyone to get hurt, really.

She along with Scott and Matt ended up in one of the bigger rooms where a bunch of desks were surrounding them. Scott set Anabelle down on one of the chairs.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Anabelle said as she looked down at her wound, "It's healing but it's just taking a while. How about you?"

"I'm okay, too," Scott nodded.

"You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall," Matt said, making the two wolves look over to him, "'cause right now, you're thinkin', 'how am I gonna explain this when it heals'? And the sad part is, you don't even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. 'Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die."

"Is that what happened to you?" Scott asked, "You drowned, didn't you?"

"That's why the kanima's afraid of water," Anabelle realized.

Matt shook his head as he remembered the events of that tragic night. "He shouldn't have let them drink."

The werewolves exchanged glances. "What?" Scott questioned, "Who? Matt, what do you mean?"

"Lahey!" Matt snapped, "He shouldn't have let them drink."

"What? Who was drinking?"

"The swim team, you idiot! I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state, and Lahey, he's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're seventeen, right?"

"You were at Isaac's, weren't you?" Anabelle asked the boy.

"He had this first edition Spider-Man," Matt remembered, "or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there and I hear music. And everyone's having a good time, and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then Bennett goes in and-"

"You mean Bennett the hunter?"

He nodded. "And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny."

"They threw you in," Scott said.

"I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Kara. And I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing."

Anabelle could see that Matt was on the verge of crying. Tears pooled at the bottom of his eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that he actually murdered people, some that were even innocent, the she-wolf might have actually felt sorry for him.

"All of a sudden, I was just… I'm lying by the pool," Matt continued, "And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says- he says, 'You tell no one! This, this is your fault! You don't know how to swim? What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!" He let out a shaky sigh. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I'd wake up in the middle of the night. I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was an asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I… I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. Just… darkness. Everything was dark. But then… then came the Argent's funeral, and everything changed.

"I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I just- I look at him, and I- I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like- like the furies coming down to punish Orestes." He chuckled when he saw the confused look on Scott's face. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Was he the guy who stabbed his eyes?" Scott asked.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Anabelle sighed. How the hell did this kid manage to survive?

And it just seem to piss Matt off even more.

"God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass! The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing." Matt looked over at Jackson from across the hall. "Jackson is my fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change. And guess what. He didn't even recognize me. So when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture… and Jackson would take their life."

Right then all of the lights turned off and the alarm started blaring.

"What is this?" Matt demanded, "What is this? What's happening? What's going on?"

"I don't know," Scott said.

Suddenly the windows shattered as bullets flew at at them. One of them hit Anabelle's shoulder, making her roar out and clutch it.

"Anabelle!" Scott yelled. But the bullets kept shooting by so he grabbed the she-wolf and they hid under one desk while Matt ducked behind another. "You okay?"

"Define okay!" Anabelle seethed, digging her claw into her wound. She pulled out the bullet in her shoulder and chucked it across the room. "I'm so fucking sick of being shot at!"

The shooting finally died down but they didn't have time to relax because a bomb was thrown in the room. Smoke came out of the device, making them cough. But it did give them a chance to run out of the room. Jackson began to creep towards them but Scott pushed him out of the way before he could attack. When they got to Derek, Stiles, and Natalie, the alpha was already coming out of his paralysis.

"Take them!" he told Scott, referring to the other teenagers, "Go!"

Scott left while holding up his best friends. Anabelle grabbed his arm and tried to help him up but the pain in her shoulder prevented her from doing much.

"You got shot again?" Derek said angrily.

"Don't remind me," Anabelle said sarcastically, "I think the Argents are here with their men. They're coming after us."

"Then you need to get out of here," Derek told her, "You've already gotten shot twice, I'm not having you risk anything else happening to you."

"Not a chance in hell," Anabelle retorted.

"Anabelle-"

"Derek!" Taking them both by surprise, the she-wolf grabbed his face. "I'm not leaving you here. We're a team, remember? So shut up and let's fight together, not with each other."

Letting the warmth of Anabelle's hands on his face soothe him, Derek nodded his head. "Okay. Together."

A man screamed in the distance, making the two snap their heads at the sound. They shifted into their werewolf forms, roared, and run towards the commotion.

They entered the cell room where Stilinski and Henderson were passed out on the floor and Scott's mother was still locked behind the cell, looking scared to death. Especially when she saw Derek and Anabelle shifted and growling at Matt. Then they heard the sound everyone had grown too familiar with at this point. Jackson had fully shifted into the kanima. He hissed at the werewolves and they roared back.

Derek and the kanima charged at each other which ended up with the alpha throwing the kanima at the desk. Matt had ran out of the room with Anabelle chasing after him. She ran all throughout the station trying to catch up to him. Because of the smoke still in the air, Anabelle was slowing down, making it hard to reach him. But she wasn't letting up. She just mustered up all of the strength she had and kept running.

Matt ran out the exit where the she-wolf entered from earlier. Anabelle finally caught up to him and jumped on him before he could open the door. They ended up breaking the door down and toppled down the steps. Anabelle landed on top of the boy and straddled his waist. She lowered her face down to his and let out a loud roar. But this didn't seem to scare Matt. Instead, he just whacked her face and pushed her off of him. He took off running again and Anabelle regained herself and continued the game of cat and mouse.

She hopped over the fence and ran until she reached the riverbed she grew up by. Matt was about to cross the bridge but Anabelle stopped running when she saw who else was standing there. Quickly she hid behind a large tree and watched as Gerard grabbed Matt and pushed him off the bridge, making him roll down that small hill. Gerard grabbed him again and dragged him into the water. What happened next was too much for Anabelle to stomach.

The eldest Argent held Matt down under the water. The boy tried to come up and gasp for air as he struggled under Gerard's grasp, but the man didn't let up. He just kept a tight hold on Matt's neck as he tried to drown the him.

And it worked. It didn't take long for Matt to finally stop fighting back. When Gerard pulled away, Anabelle saw the body lie motionless under the water. She always knew Gerard was a cold-blooded killer, but that was a new low she never thought even the Argents would stoop to.

Something peculiar happened after that. When Gerard walked back onto the land, he looked to his right and saw the kanima crouched under the bridge. But like before, the old man didn't run in fear.

"No longer afraid of the water?" he asked the creature, "Well, you don't have to be afraid of anything, my friend." He took off his glove as the kanima crawled over to him like it was his pet. "Especially me."

He raised his hand toward the kanima and it pressed its own hand against his. Anabelle backed away when she realized what that meant.

Gerard was the new controller. And he was coming for Derek and his pack.

Anabelle ran back to the police station to Derek's car. He was already standing there, looking like he was waiting for her. The way his shoulders relaxed when he saw his mate running towards him confirmed that. All of Anabelle's adrenaline was wearing off as the pain in her shoulder kicked in. She practically collapsed but Derek caught her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked her, "What happened?"

"He's dead," Anabelle panted.

"Who?"

"Matt. Gerard drowned him. And now he's- he's the new controller. We're next, Derek… we're- Ah!"

Derek hushed her before Anabelle could start hyperventilating. "We have to get you to your apartment. We need to get you healing."

He helped her sit in the passenger seat before he climbed into the driver's side. He wasted no time and sped to the other side of town to Anabelle's apartment. Anabelle was gripping onto her shoulder and wincing every so often. There didn't seem to be any wolfsbane going through her body so that was one less thing for them to worry about. But Anabelle was still looking quite uncomfortable.

The alpha couldn't stand knowing his mate was hurting so he grabbed her hand and started taking away her pain. Anabelle quickly noticed the black veins traveling up his arm and her eyes widened. She tried pulling her hand away but Derek just squeezed it harder, silently telling her that he was trying to help her and to just let him. He wasn't giving in so Anabelle just slumped back in her seat and let Derek do his thing.

But then they got to her apartment complex. All of her neighbors were standing in front of the building along with the fire department. Black smoke was seeping out of the windows, causing anyone near the building to cough and make their eyes water. Anabelle made Derek pull over right in front and he obeyed as he too grew concerned. They both got out of the car and ran to the fire marshal.

"Excuse me, sir?" Anabelle asked hurriedly, "What's going on? I live here."

"It appeared that someone had lit a match and threw it into one of the apartments," the fire marshal told her, "The owner of the building saw it through the surveillance cameras but he couldn't tell who the suspect was. We're trying to get in touch with the sheriff's station but we haven't gotten any response from them."

"Which apartment, do you know?" Anabelle asked. She already had a bad feeling about what he would say.

"D15."

She was right. "That's my apartment." She pushed past the crowd and into the building. The other firemen tried stop her but she refused to listen and just kept running.

"Was there anyone in the apartment?" Derek asked, thinking about Isaac and Delilah, "She had two teenagers living with her."

"No," the fire marshal answered, "No one was in there. And luckily no one was injured. One of her neighbors called as soon as she smelled smoke."

At least the betas were safe. But Derek still wasn't at ease. He ignored the firemen's protests as well as he went into the building.

The fire was out. Smoke was still in the air but it was clearing out since all of the windows were up. The other floors didn't seem to be affected by the fire, which was a good thing too. Derek got to Anabelle's floor and saw that it wasn't so bad either, but it was definitely looking more ashy compared to the other floors. When he got closer to D15, he started seeing ghat some of the carpet surrounding the apartment had turned black along with the wall. Firemen were standing outside of the apartment and were talking amongst each other. He ignored them to as he walked through the opened door.

On her knees in the middle of the charred living room was Anabelle. The furniture around her was ripped up, blackened, and still hot to the touch. Her TV was smashed into pieces. Everything around them was destroyed beyond recognition. It was like Derek was reliving the fire that damaged their home all over again. He tried to hear what was going on in Anabelle's mind but it was dead silent. She still must have been processing all of this in her head.

She stared at the wall that all of her photos used to be hung from. Now they were all on the floor, frames broken and glass shattered. Most of the pictures were nonexistent anymore, give or take a few that had some burnt edges, including the picture of them when they were little kids. Derek picked it up, staring at the two tykes in the photo. Who knew that they were going to grow up into the life they were living right now? Nothing could have prepared them properly for this.

Derek looked over at Anabelle, frozen in place. Her face was stoic. Not a single tear was shed, but her jaw was clenched as she continued staring in front of her the big red letters that were spray painted on the wall.

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE, OMEGA!

He didn't have to read her mind to know what she was feeling. She was angry, scared, heartbroken, and unsure of what to do next. It was the same emotions she had been experiencing for years now. At this point they were never going to go away.

There may not have been anything Derek could say to make his mate feel better. But he still knelt beside her and held her hand. What he didn't know was that small gesture was all that she needed to not break down.

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