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Pack Mentality:
Laura was dead.
Laura Hale. I had never met her personally but I knew that she was Peter's niece and Derek's older sister. As well as her sister. That family had suffered enough for this lifetime I thought. I walked into the cafeteria in my light blue Off Shoulder Tunic, black VINCE Stretch Jersey Leggings and my Giuseppe Zanotti Double Platform Suede Pumps paired with my Flower trim cloche hat and ONE by En Shalla Fringe Cross Body Bag with my brunette hair in a French twist. I was talking to Lydia about the animal attack the night before as we walked towards where Scott and Stiles were sitting. I smiled at my twin brother and friend as I sat down next to Stiles at the table while Lydia sat down on my other side.
"You're not going to cancel your entire life! We'll figure it out!" I heard Stiles exclaimed to Scott as we sat down with them.
"Figure what out?" Lydia asked Stiles as she rearranged the lunch tray that she had placed in front of her. I glanced at Stiles from the corner of my eye and smirked when I saw him staring at my strawberry blonde friend in shock and awe. I watched as Lydia quirked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him as she waited expectantly for him to answer her question.
"Er... Homework!"
"Yeah..." Scott agreed half-heartedly and I looked at them in confusion but shook my head and ignored their weirdness.
"Why is she sitting with us?" Stiles whispered loudly to Scott against the table and I opened my mouth to answer him when Allison sat down next to Scott and Danny sat down next to me. Greenburg and another one of the lacrosse players sat down in the only other empty seats at the table but I saw Jackson walking over and knew that at least one of those seats were about to be vacated.
"Get up." Jack ordered the lacrosse player that I couldn't remember the name of because he was on Lydia's other side.
"Why don't you ask Danny to get up?" the player asked Jackson in irritation.
"Because I don't stare his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny retorted with a smirk that made me laugh as the guy shot us all a look as he got from the table and Jackson took his seat. Jackson pressed a kiss to Lydia's cheek and one to mine that I smiled at before he turned to his food. "So I heard it was some kind of an animal attack... Probably a cougar."
"I heard it was a mountain lion." Jackson corrected Danny as I bit into an apple that I had grabbed for lunch.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia said to the group absently but then she looked up from her food and saw a number of people looking at her strangely so she twirled her finger in her hair and tilted her head to the side to play dumb. "..Isn't it?"
"Who cares? It was probably a homeless guy who were gonna die anyway." Jackson said carelessly while I was shooting Lydia a look behind his back but she just shrugged her shoulders at me and tried to look innocent. I never knew why Lydia didn't want people to know that she was a genius.
"Actually I just found out who it is, check it out!" Stiles said as he looked down at his phone before pulling it out so that we could all see the news segment that was playing about the attack.
"The sheriff's department won't speculate on the details of the incident, but confirmed that the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive at the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in a critical condition." The journalist on the news said into the camera as we all watched it play.
"Wait, I know this guy!" I exclaimed at the same time as Scott.
"You do?" Allie asked us as she looked between us in concern but I just nodded numbly as Stiles put the phone away.
"Yeah, we used to take his bus when we went to see our dad. He was the driver." Scott explained to her softly.
"Can we talk about something more fun, please? Like... Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" Lydia asked Allison excitedly but the other brunette just looked at her in confusion. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
"Oh, um... We haven't decided what we were gonna do..." Allison fumbled for an excuse while I shot Lydia an exasperated look for pushing her way into their date but she wasn't looking at me.
"Well, I'm not a big fan of watching lacrosse videos but if the four of us are going out... We're doing something fun."
"Hanging out? Like... The four of us? Do you... want to go out with... them?" Scott asked Allison unsurely and I bit my lower lip in sympathy.
"Yeah, I guess it... sounds fun." Allison answered him hesitantly as she snuck a peek at Lydia and then Scott.
"You know what else should be fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork!" Jackson snapped at them as he held up his fork as proof. I stifled a laugh at his expression and gently removed the fork from his grasp. He looked me a pitifully look but I just chuckled lightly and patted his cheek.
"What about a bowling? You love to bowl!" Lydia suggested brightly to Jackson.
"Yeah, with actual competition."
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison asked him tauntingly as I rolled my eyes at my friend's behaviour. Allison turned to face Scott with a bright smile on her lips and I saw his dark brown eyes slightly glaze over. "You can bowl, right?"
"Sort of..." he answered to hesitantly while Stiles and I shared an unbelieving glance.
"Is it sort of, or yes?" Jackson asked him in irritation as he sneered at my twin over the table. I saw Scott's fists clench to together in fist and frown slightly in concern.
"Yes! In fact, I'm a great bowler!" Scott announced and I felt my eyes go wide at the lie while Jackson looked at him in disbelief. Allison looked at Scott with her patented smiled and Lydia clapped her hands together with a little squeal of delight.
I stood in my room alone just staring at my reflection in the full length mirror that hung from my closet door. Wearing only my bra and panties, I had a clear view of the light pink puckered scar that ran from the top of my right breast all the way down to the back of my shoulder blade. I swept my long brunette hair over my left shoulder so that I could see the scar perfectly. The jagged line was fully healed now after six years but the memory of the accident always echoed in my head whenever I looked at it. The scar was one of the only reminders of her that I had and when I saw the pink clash next to my normally tan skin I felt a mixture of sadness, happiness and despair. That night had changed everything for me and I could never get it back. I never regret knowing the truth though. The truth that there were werewolves walked among us.
I arrived at the animal clinic were Scott and I worked after school and smiled to myself at the distinct smell of animal that surrounded me the second I entered the place. I walked straight into the exam room where my boss Dr Alan Deaton was rearranging the medical supplies. The veterinarian turned around from what he was doing when I walked into the room and I offered the thirty something African American man a warm smile. Dr Deaton was the only person that knew that I was aware of the existence of werewolves and had taken upon him to teach me everything I needed to know about them. I had once him how he knew so much about them and he had explained that he was a Druid Emissary. He had sat me down and explained to me that he was once the Emissary to the Hale Family and often acted like an advisor to the werewolves. Just as I took off my jacket, I heard the distinct sounds of my twin brother rushing back to the exam room with us. I smiled as Scott ran into the slightly out of breathe.
"Sorry...Sorry." he apologised to Deaton as he stripped out of his own jacket.
"You're only two minutes late." The veterinarian reminded him with a warm smile as I put on the white doctors coat that was hanging on the back of the chair.
"I just don't want you to think I'm slacking."
"Scott, I got to tell you, you're one of the least slacking kids I know in this town!"
"Hey!" I protested jokingly as I walked back over to them and tying my long hair up in a messy bun.
"I said 'one of'." Deaton teased me as I came and stood next to him at the exam table and Scott and I both chuckled lightly. I looked up as I heard the door open loudly and smiled when I saw John Stilinski walk in wearing his sheriff uniform. The walked further into the room and I saw that he had Jack the police dog with him.
"Hey! I see somebody's ready to get his stitches out!" I said happily to the German Shepard. Deaton and John both chucked at me as I took the leash from John's hand and patted the table for Jack to jump up onto.
"Hey, Soph, hey, Scott, you're staying out trouble?" the sheriff asked my brother who shifted nervously in his spot. I frowned in confusion at Scott's weird behaviour before shaking my head and going to the medical draw to collect all the things to remove Jack's stitches.
"Yeah..." Scott answered him timidly as I came back over with the stuff.
"Here we go." I said to Deaton with a smile as I turned to him.
"Well, go ahead then." He said to me as he waved a hand in the dog's direction. I froze where I was and turned to look at him with wide eyes.
"You're serious?" I asked him in awe and excitement and he just nodded at me with a smile on his lips. I squealed a little in excitement and the men in the room laughed at my giddiness. I shook my head once to clear it before turning my attention to the task at hand. I zoned out of the conversation as I concentration on Jack's leg.
"Hey, listen, while I'm here, you mind take a look at these pictures and tell me what you can say about it? Sacramento took indeterminate animal." I vaguely heard John ask Deaton as I worked quietly.
"I'm not exactly an expert. Oh... This is the guy who was attacked in the bus?" I heard Deaton answer him just as I finished taking out the stitches. I smiled smugly at my effort before I started cleaning up the equipment that I had used.
"Yeah. We found wolf hairs on Laura Hale's body." John said to the vet and my head popped up from what I was doing. I knew for a fact that Laura was a werewolf so the hairs could have been hers but if they hadn't then that meant there was another werewolf in tow. Derek was also a werewolf but I had a feeling that he hadn't murdered his own sister. After the fire that killed most of the Hale family, Laura was promoted to Alpha so it was a possibility that another werewolf had killed her to gain her title.
"A wolf? I mean, I... I think I read somewhere that wolves haven't been in California for like sixty years." Scott said and stuttered slightly as he spoke making me frowned at him.
"True enough, but wolves are migratory. They can come from another state, drove by their impulse or strong enough memory." Deaton explained to him without looking up from the photographs.
"Wolves have memories?"
"Long term memory, yes. Associated with a primal drive." Deaton told him before looking up at me. "Sophie, come have a look at this for me." He ordered me and I walked over to the photographs curiously. I took the pictures from his hand and studied them for a second before showing them to John.
"You see this one here? Those are scratches. A wolf would have bitten the throat or the spinal cord with his teeth." I explained to him as I pointed to the part of the photo I was talking about.
"So, what do you think, it's a mountain lion?" John asked both me and Deaton as he glanced between the two of us.
"I don't know... A wolf could chase down its prey, hobbling it by tearing at the ankles. And then the throat." I suggested with a shrug as I looked at Dr Deaton for support and he nodded in agreement.
After work that day, instead of driving home like I was supposed to, I decided to drive out to the Hale house in the woods in hopes of finding Derek there. I drove in silence until I reached the burn remains of the two story house. I took a deep breath to calm the nerves that had appeared when I reached the turn off to the house. I turned the car off before leaning over to my handbag and making sure that my journal was securely tucked in there. I opened up the car door and stepped out knowing full well that Derek could hear me coming. Before I could get to the front steps, Derek came out of the house and stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest on the front porch. I stopped at the bottom of the steps, not wanting to go into the house that had caused so much pain for so many people.
"What are you doing here, Sophie?" Derek asked me harshly after a minute of nothing but silence. I raised an eyebrow at the sound of my name coming from his lips but otherwise didn't say anything. I reached into my purse and pulled out my journal while Derek watched me with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.
"I have something that belongs to you." I said to him simply as I opened the journal and flipped to the back page for it. I silently slid out the five 4x6 inch photographs that I always kept there and held them out for him to take. He walked down two of the steps so that he could reach them and took them from my grasp with a confusion frown on his lips. Once he realised what the photographs were, he looked at them in a kind of awe. It was the expression that someone usually got that made people say, 'it looks like you've seen a ghost'. Except in Derek's case, that statement was the truth. Derek glanced up at me from the photographs in his hand and I gave him a slight smile because I knew what the pieces of paper meant to him.
"How did you get these?" he asked me and I could hear the quiver in his usual strong voice but didn't draw attention to it because I knew that if I was in his position I would be in tears.
"You've only looked at one of the pictures." I reminded him softly as he returned his gaze to the photos in his hands. He moved on to the next one and I saw him frown in confusion at what he saw. I smirked slightly at him and sunk down on the steps that he was standing on. I looked out into the forest and felt Derek sit down next to me.
"How did you know her?"
"Chance. Fate. A six year olds sense of navigation." I joked with a smile as I continued to gaze out in the green trees instead of looking at him. I heard him chuckle softly as my comment and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He was still looking down at the photographs and I knew exactly what he was seeing because I had spent hours memorising every inch of them myself.
"There belong to you…" he said softly as he tried to hand them back to me but I just laughed genuinely and looked up to meet his greenish grey eyes with my own deep brown ones.
"I have a feel they mean more to you." I told him honestly before I shrugged my thing shoulders. "Plus, I made copies." I informed him with grin and he ducked his head with a laugh before going back to looking at the photos. We sat in silence for at least twenty minutes as Derek just looked at the photographs I had given him and I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed the sounds of the forest. I closed my eyes as I listened to the birds and the wind blowing the leaves of the trees just as Derek jerked his head up and looked out into the forest. I opened my eyes back up when I felt him standing from our relaxed position on the steps. "What did you hear?" I asked him lazily as I gazed up at him from my comfortable spot. His eyes shot down to meet mine in surprise and I just raised a sculpted eyebrow at him.
"She told you!?" he asked me in frustration and I just shrugged my shoulder as I stood up from the steps.
"Actually, she showed me." I corrected him as I pulled down the side of my collar so that he could see a section of the long pucker pink scar. He silently examined my bare shoulder and almost subconsciously he lifted a finger to brush against the top of it, sending shivers through me with just one slight touch. His green eyes lifted to meet mean briefly before he removed his finger and I shrugged my top back into place.
"I heard a car coming down this way." He explained as he answered my pervious question and I nodded in understanding. I was glad that my car was parked at the back of the house so it was out of sight of whoever was coming. "Come on." He said to me as he nodded his head towards the open door of the Hale house. I followed his gaze and gulped once thickly before nodding my head and hesitantly following him inside. I figured that if Derek could stand being in the place where his whole family was burned alive, I really needed to get over myself and quick. I silently followed Derek as he led me up the stairs and into one of the least burnt rooms that gave us a perfect view of front yard. I watched as a police car arrived out the front of the house and an officer stepped out leaving a police dog in the backseat of the squad car.
"Why are the cops here?" I asked Derek quietly even though there was no chance that the officer could hear me from up here.
"The property's owned by the county." He explained to me without looking away from the cop outside and I nodded in understanding. The officer appeared to be nervous about coming into the house so I tapped Derek on the shoulder and when he turned too looked at me with a questioning expression, I silently pointed at the police dog in the back of the squad car. He grinned at me and I smirked back at him before he looked back out the window and caught the canines gaze with his own. The dog started barking straight away under the intense stare of the werewolf and the officer turned back at the dog in fright. He started heading back towards the car and climbed in the front seat quickly. The police squad car sped out of the driveway in a rush and I shared a smile with Derek as we turned away from the window. That was when I noticed how close we were standing to each other and I bit my bottom lip subconsciously. My chest was only an inch away from his and my gaze flicked down to his lips quickly before darting back up to meet his eyes. The air was full of untouched tension as we both just looked at each other in silence. Suddenly, Derek's gaze jerked from mine and he looked out of the window again as frustration. I quirked an eyebrow in curiosity and looked out the window to see my twin brother standing in front of the house.
"What's Scott doing here?" I asked Derek in confusion as I looked back at the werewolf in front of me. His intense gaze turned back to meet my questioning eyes and he sighed in defeat.
"Scott's a werewolf." He explained to me simply before turning away and heading towards the door. I felt my eyes go wide in surprise at hearing that my own brother was a werewolf but I couldn't help but think about all the things that he could now do that he couldn't before. Ever since the night in the woods when he got bitten, he had been faster, stronger and his reflects were off the chart. I shook my head at myself for not putting the pieces together sooner before hurrying to catch up with Derek. As I got closer to the front door I could hear Scott talking to Derek out the front of the house so I slowed my pace so that I could overhear what they were saying.
"Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being here to the hunters. I also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about - someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened." Scott said to the older werewolf and I slowly walked out onto the porch behind Derek. Scott's gaze snapped up to mine as he noticed that Derek wasn't alone and I raised an eyebrow as if daring him to say something. "Sophie!?"
"Hi, Scott." I replied nonchalantly as I walked further onto the porch so that I was standing on Derek's left. My brother's questioning gaze moved from me to the werewolf standing next to me with his strong arms crossed over his chest.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hanging with Derek." I answered simply with a shrug as I leaned on the pillar next to the steps and saw Derek smirk at the outraged expression on Scott's face. "Oh, go on with what you were talking about. I know all about werewolves. Probably more than you Scott."
"You told her!?" Scott shouted at Derek in disbelief and I smiled slightly in deja vu because that's nearly what Derek had said only twenty minutes before.
"No. You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asked him as he tried to get the conversation back to the reason why Scott was here in the first place. Scott's turned his attention back Derek as he remembered his purpose here.
"Did you see what I did last night?"
"No."
"Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone?" Scott asked him desperately and I felt my heart break for my brother because I knew the answers to all his questions.
"Yes."
"Could I kill someone?"
"Yes."
"Am I gonna kill someone?"
"Probably." Derek answered him shortly and Scott's expression dropped in sadness. I frowned in sympathy at my twin brother and shot Derek a look to help him. Derek rolled his green eyes with a sigh before turning to face Scott. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."
"What do you want?" Scott asked him and I cocked my head to the side in curiosity as well as we waited for Derek's answer.
"You'll find out." He replied vaguely and I rolled my eyes with a smile. "But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses - your sight, smell, touch - let them remember for you."
"That's it? Just - just go back?"
"Do you want to know what happened?"
"I just want to know if I hurt him." Scott told us both as his gaze landed on me again and I gave him an encouraging smile.
"No, you don't. You want to know if you'll hurt her." I corrected him with a sad smile as I spoke about Allison.
I stayed with Derek at his house while Scott went back to the bus at the school to see if he hurt the driver. After a while of talking about the past and about what had brought Laura and then Derek back to Beacon Hills, we were in his sleek black Camaro that made me want to drool on our way to get gas before going to see the driver at the hospital. The car ride was silent but it wasn't a uncomfortable one. We pulled to a stop at the gas station and we both climbed out of the car at the same time and Derek shot me a confused look.
"I just found out my twin brother was a werewolf, I think I'm entitled to some chocolate." I explained to him as I walked out the front of the car and he nodded in agreement with a smirk on his lips. "And some tequila." I murmured to myself as I headed to the little store at the gas station. I walked straight to the candy bar section and grabbed a handful of Hersey Cookies and Cream chocolate bars before strolling back to the counter to pay for my candy. I gave the cashier my purchases and the correct amount of cash before looking outside at Derek. I grabbed my chocolates and walked outside to meet Derek while unwrapping one of the bars of chocolates.
"How many of those did you buy?" he asked me incredulously and I blinked up at him in confusion.
"Lots." I replied as if the answer was obvious before biting into the end of one while he shook his head in amusement. Derek tilted his head to the side and I knew that he heard something coming so I climbed into the passenger seat because I knew we were most likely going to have to leave in a hurry. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a black SUV pull to a stop behind the Camaro. Derek slammed the driver's side door shut so that whoever it was in the SUV couldn't see through the tinted windows.
"Nice ride." I heard a familiar voice say to Derek and I froze in my seat. I looked into the rear view mirror again and saw the face of Chris Argent, Allison's father standing next to Derek with four other guys. A watched as Chris picked up a windshield wiper and moved to the front of the car to run it over the windshield. I stayed very still so that he wouldn't see any movement in the car and listened carefully to what he was saying. "Black cars, though. Very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days. Do you? There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?" he asked as he took a step away from the car. I breathed a sigh of relief as he left but I froze once more as I put the piece together. Argent meant silver in French. Silver. Werewolf. The Argent's were werewolf hunters and my werewolf twin brother was dating one.
"You forgot to check the oil." Derek berated the werewolf hunters and I rolled my eyes at the male species as a whole because only they could be idiotic enough to taunt someone who could kill them.
"Check the man's oil." Chris ordered another one of the hunters with an amused tone in his voice. I stifled a scream of surprise as one of the back windows imploded and glass rained down on the backseat.
"Looks good to me." An unfamiliar male voice said in amusement.
"Drive safely." Chris said to Derek as his voice got further away from the car. After a minute, Derek climbed back into the driver's seat and neither of us said anything as we both stewed. I couldn't believe I had missed all the signs that my brother was a werewolf or that I had also missed that Allison's family were hunters. Deaton had told me all about the hunter families of course, but he had never mentioned them by name.
"Damn it!" I exclaimed loudly and hit the dashboard in front of me when we were halfway to the hospital. Derek glanced at me in surprise at my outburst but I just shook my head in disappointment at myself.
"Whoa. Don't damage the car." He said to me and I frowned up at him incredulous before glancing into the backseat where all the glass was spread across the backseat.
"Really? Your backseat is covered in glass." I reminded him but he just shrugged in response and I rolled my eyes before leaning my head back on the headrest.