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Wolf's Bane:
"We really need some tunes." I quipped with a smile as I drove Derek's sleek black Camaro down the street. I had been wearing my white Love Top tank top with DIANE VON FURSTENBERG Lendra Leggings and a pair of Ladies Faith Black Canvas Flat Plimsoles Ballet Pumps Shoes and my long wavy brown hair out loose around my shoulders. I glanced in the rear view mirror to see Kate Argent driving an SUV after us because she thought that we were actually Derek. As I looked back at the road in front of me I tried to subtly reach my hand over to the radio but Stiles slapped my hand away from his spot in the passenger seat. I scrunched up my nose at him but didn't try again because we had bigger things to worry about at the moment. I looked back at my twin brother in the back seat with a concerned frown on my lips because he was starting to look a little pale back there. "You okay, Scott?"
"I'm feeling a little nauseous." He admitted to me as he glanced nervously out the back window at the SUV chasing us at high speed.
"Do not throw up back there!" I ordered him sternly with a scowl as I turned a corner quickly and the car nearly went up on two wheels.
"Why did Derek let you drive away?" Stiles asked loudly as he gripped the in panic and the car straightened up again.
"Um, because I know that this is a mint condition '85 Camaro muscle car made in America, and your answer for the question 'what kind of car is this?" is 'Uh, a black one.'." I informed him pointedly as I threw him a disgusted look. "Faster?" I asked them as I let the excitement leak into my voice before I looked back at the SUV that was gaining on us.
"Much faster." Stiles agreed with me as he nodded his head jerkily and I changed gears quickly before pressing my foot down on the accelerator. The car shot forward as I laughed in delight and Scott and Stiles exclaimed in panic at the sudden movement. I led Kate away from where Derek actually was as Scott and Stiles glanced out the back window worriedly. "Soph, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If she goes any faster, she'll kill us." Scott reprimanded his best friend as I pursed my lips at the insult Stiles had just given me.
"Well, if she doesn't go any faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles snapped back at Scott pointedly and I just rolled my eyes at them before smiling evilly and shooting the car forward.
"Ahh!" both of the boys exclaimed loudly as they struggled to grab something to hold on to and I just smiled back at them innocently. We turned down a narrow road at high speed and the SUV had no choice but to stop its pursuit.
"They're gone." Stiles said in a mixture of relief and shock as I smirked at him from the driver's side of the front seat.
"Yeah, I don't know the concept of a car chase." I said sarcastically to him as he leaned down to grabbed the stolen police radio on the floor. As he sat back straight in the passenger seat he shot me a glare before turning on the radio.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works." We all heard Stiles' father, Sheriff Stilinski say over the handheld police radio and Stiles and Scott shared a look as I grimaced.
"Oops." I muttered under my breath as I turned the car around to head in the direction of the Iron Works. I looked over at Stiles who was in the passenger seat before thumping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
"What?" he asked me in confusion as he turned his head to look at me with raised eyebrows.
"Get in the back." I told him as if it was obvious and he gave me an unbelieving wide-eyed look that I scoffed at. "Do you want the wrath of Derek?"
"No." he grumbled as he climbed over the in between of the two front seats to sit in the back with Scott. I smiled back at the two of them excitedly as I pulled into the Iron Works and saw Derek crouched behind a large piece of machinery. I slowed down a little as Scott threw open the passenger side door for the older werewolf. Derek pulled into the car while it was still moving and I took off quickly as one of the hunters that I couldn't see shot at us with a machine gun.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott asked Derek as he leaned in between the front seats to talk to him.
"Damn it, I had him!" Derek swore loudly as he hit the dashboard in front of him and I made a quick whimpering sound as I glanced over to make sure there was no damage to the car.
"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles asked as he joined Scott in between the seats and I slowed the car down now that we weren't being chased.
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up."
"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs – "Stiles started defending his father's profession but was cut off by a sharp heated glare from Derek. I grinned to myself as I watched Stiles' shrink under the werewolf's intense greyish green stare.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek said pointedly to my brother and I chuckled lightly as I looked between the three of them.
"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." Scott said tiredly from the backseat and I shook my head a little in exasperation.
"All right." I interjected sternly when Derek was about to retort back to Scott and all three of them turned to look at me in the driver's seat. "No more arguing or I will this car around. How did you find him?" I asked Derek calmly as I turned down another road leading away from the Iron Works. Derek looked at me quickly before glancing at Stiles and Scott in the backseat and I knew that he didn't want to say anything to me in front of the boys.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked impatiently when he caught the look Derek was giving them.
"Yeah, all of us and not just Sophie." Stiles said as he leaned back in between the front seat and Derek turned his powerful gaze back on him until he retreated to the backseat. "Or just Scott and Sophie. I'll be back here." He finished lamely as he sat back in his seat to listen closely. Derek sighed in defeat as he looked back at me to explain and I just looked at him with my eyebrows raised as I waited for him to spill.
"Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris." Derek explained to me as I turned my attention back to the road in front of me so that we didn't crash into anything. I quirked an eyebrow at the mention of my chemistry teacher but when I thought about it I could definitely see him doing something illegal.
"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asked question quietly in a sceptical voice as he leaned forward in between the two seats again.
"Why him?" I asked Derek calmly and patiently as we ignored Stiles' interruption.
"I don't know yet." Derek told me in frustration as he ran a hand through his short jet black hair and I pursed my lips together as I thought of a reason a chemistry teacher would meet with Laura.
"What's the second?" Scott asked him as he poked his head through the seats again next to Stiles.
"Some kind of symbol." Derek said as he pulled out a scrap of white fabric with a crude sketch of a pendent. "What? You know what this is?" he asked when he saw the look on my twin brother's face after glancing at the drawing.
"I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace." Scott admitted to us sheepishly and I couldn't help laughing at his misfortune as I stepped on the gas and the car took off quickly.
I walked into school with Scott and Stiles in my VALENTINO R.E.D. Jersey Dress with Velvet Bow and I pair of Bianco Bine Pumps with my brunette hair in a French Twist.
"This is gonna be impossible, you know." My brother complained again for the one thousandth time as we walked down the main hallway of the school together. I rolled my eyes at his incessant complaining because he had being saying the same thing all the way to school and I was over hearing about it.
"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles asked him stupidly from his other side and I shot him a disbelieving look from around Scott.
"How?"
"It's easy. You just say, "Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?"" I suggested calmly before chuckling at how completely ridiculous that sounded even though it was the truth.
"You're not helping." He snapped at me with a glare but I just smirked back at him innocently as she skipped a little in front of the boys.
"I'm not trying to help."
"Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles asked him impatiently as we walked towards our lockers before class.
"She won't talk to me. What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?" Scott asked us both with worry weaving through his voice as we came to a stop at an interception linking the school hallways. I spun around on my heel to look at the two boys while we were stopped so that I could see them both while we finished our discussion.
"That's why you ease - that's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace. You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" Stiles asked my brother incredulously when he noticed the distant look on Scott's face and I scrunched my nose up in disgust at him as I thumped him hard on the chest with the back of my hand.
"Yeah." Scott answered him as he looked down at the ground in shame and I shook my head at him in disapproval but I small smile was coming to my lips.
"All right, stay focused, okay?" I ordered him sternly as I pointed an accusing finger in his direction. "Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison. In that order. Got it?"
"Get the necklace." He repeated after me in determination before I nodded my head firmly and turned on my heel to go to my locker before class.
As I walked into the cafeteria with a smile on my lips at lunchtime I immediately looked over at the corner table where Allison, Lydia and Jackson were all sitting with other members of the 'popular' crowd. I shook my head slowly to myself before looking over to where Scott was sitting by himself waiting for Stiles to come and join him like he usually did. I really wasn't feeling like dealing with any of the werewolf or clique crap so I looked around the room with my lips pursed for another table with a vacant seat. I smiled slightly when I found a table was all one other occupant and luckily I was friends with them as well. I walked over the table that my friend Boyd was sitting at by himself reading a worn novel. I placed my tray down on the table across from the tall, muscular African American teen and he immediately looked up in surprise to see who had elected to join him.
"Hey, Boyd." I greeted him with a genuine smile as I slid into the seat in front of him and he gave me a small smile back. "Do you mind if I join you today?"
"Not at all, Sophie. You know you're always welcome." He responded to my question softly and I laughed lightly at the flattery as I reached into my bag and pulled out my worn copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Something that I always liked about sitting with Boyd was that we didn't have to talk and instead we could just sit quietly and read our novels in companionable silence. After the bell rang to signal the end of lunch and said goodbye to Boyd as I collected my things before making my way over to where Stiles and Scott were hunched over talking about something intensely.
"Just don't tell Sophie!" I heard Scott whisper-yell to Stiles as I approached where they were standing with their backs to me. I frowned when I heard what my brother had said so I stopped right behind the duo with my hand perched on my hip.
"'Don't tell Sophie' what?" I asked them sternly from behind making them both jump in surprise and turn around to face me with wide eyes. I raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at them as I waited impatiently for them to answer my question but when they just stood there staring at me I waved a hand in a go-on gesture.
"Nothing!" they both answered simultaneously before trading frightened looks as I glanced in between them sceptically. I closed my eyes for a second as I decided that I really didn't want to know any more of what was going on with them so I shrugged my shoulders delicately and they both sighed in obvious relief.
"Did you get the necklace?" I asked my brother curiously as I tilted my head to the side because I really didn't think that Allie would just hand over the necklace to her ex-boyfriend.
"No." he answered me curtly as he shook his head at me and I smirked internally at his answer.
"Well, did you find anything else out?"
"Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."
"Hey!" I exclaimed at the insult and he just gave me an apologetic puppy dog look that I rolled my eyes at before continuing. "Okay, I came up with a plan "B" just in case anything like this happened."
"What's plan "B"?" Scott asked me hopefully as he looked at me with wide deep brown eyes.
"Just steal the stupid thing." I told him as though it was obvious before walking passed him and Stiles towards the cafeteria door. When I was half to my locker to get my books for the next period my cell phone rang from inside my Karen Millen Patent bowler handbag and I stopped in the middle of the nearly deserted hallway to check it.
Lydia:Jackson just dumped me. By text!
Me: OMG! That's ridiculous!
Lydia:I know! Like I need the Co-Captain of the lacrosse team.
Me: Exactly. You're so much better off.
Lydia:He'll come crawling back.
I shook my head at Lydia's finally message as I smiled slightly before putting my phone back into my handbag and starting on my way to my locker again. As I got closer to my locker I could make out the figure of a person leaning up against it and rolled my eyes when I recognised the person. I ignored their presence as I walked over to my locker and turned the combination before opening in it to exchange my books for class.
"Oh, come on, Soph!" Jackson exclaimed as he leaned his head on the locker door next to mine and I finally sighed loudly before turning to face him for the first time.
"Oh, Jackson, I didn't see you there. Are you here to dump me too? No, wait! You do that by text message, right? Just let me check my phone." I ranted as I clumsily fake searched through my handbag for my phone and Jack chuckled slightly from in front of me. I looked up at him through narrowed eyes when I heard his laughter and he held up his hands in surrender before I could do or say anything. "What the hell, Jack? I know how much you love Lydia. I've seen you flirting with Allison as well and if you tell me you're into that girl I'm going to slap you. What is she, a freaking siren? So what is going on with you?" I asked him in honestly confusion as I closed my locker door with a slam before looking around the hallway and noticed that we were the only two people there.
"Lydia made out with Scott." Jack told me calmly and I felt my eyes widen in shock at his words as my mouth fell open slightly.
"No…" I whispered in surprised as my mouth gaped open and I tried to close it but it kept falling open so that I looked like a fish that was floundering.
"Yep." He confirmed with a nod of his head as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Like a week ago during lacrosse practice in the Coach's office."
"Does Allison know?"
"I don't think so." He said as he shook his head and I nodded slightly in disbelief that my twin brother, who was madly in love with Allison, would make out with her best friend, who his best friend was madly in love with. It was all starting to turn into the plot line of CW television show.
"Well, crap." I swore to myself as I leaned my head against the cold metal of the locker in despair. I hated being in the middle of other people's messy love lives and that was why I opted to not have a messy love life and instead just have meaningless flings.
After school I went straight back to Stiles house with him because he said that he had a way to find the Alpha without the necklace. When we strolled into his room he headed straight to his desk where the laptop was sitting while I collapsed backwards onto his bed. I closed my eyes as I aimlessly kicked my legs as they were hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Hey, Stiles!" I heard Sheriff Stilinski called out from outside the door and I opened my eyes as I propped myself up onto my elbows. I felt my eyes widen in shock and I held in a scream by covering my mouth with my hand when I saw the familiar greenish grey eyes of Derek Hale looking back at my from the corner of the room.
"Yo, D—Derek. I, um –" Stiles stammered when he turned around and saw Derek standing beside the closet as well. Derek gestured wildly at the door where john was about to walk in and Stiles ran over to blocked his father from entering and finding a wanted criminal hiding in his teenage son's bedroom.
"What'd you say?" I heard john asked Stiles incredulously from the other side of the door and I bit my lower lip nervous as I watched Stiles from this side.
"What? I said "Yo - d - dad."" Stiles lied through his teeth jerkily as he bobbed up and down nervously.
"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."
"My first game. Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh - Good."
"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." John said to his son and I thought I heard his voice break slightly as he got the words out. My chest tightened at those words because I knew that I would never hear them from my own father.
"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud - of myself." Stiles yammered panicky and I rolled my eyes at myself as I let my body fall back onto the bed so that I didn't have to witness Stiles' horrible lying skills in action.
"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"
"Yeah, dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"
"I'm very proud." John repeated to his son and I pursed my lips together in a hard straight line as tears sprung to my eyes.
"Oh, me too. Again, I'm - Huggie - Huggie, huggie – Take it easy." I heard Stiles called out as John's footsteps echoed away from the door. I sat back up just in time to see Stiles close the door only to be pushed against it roughly by the lapels as Derek held him. "I'm sorry - oh!"
"If you say one word – " Derek started to threatened him as he pointed a menacing finger at the teenage boy and I stood up from the bed gracefully.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your gun"? Yeah, that's right. If I'm harbouring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles insisted as he used the back of his hand to lightly hit Derek on the shoulder and I raised my eyebrow because I was impressed with Stiles' newfound bravery. Derek looked at him up and down as he considered his words before nodding at him slightly and backing up and step. I watched as Derek reached out to fix Stiles' lapel from where it he been messed up when he grabbed him and then Stiles did the same thing to Derek's leather jacket. Stiles chuckled a little at his luck before he tried to walk around Derek but the older werewolf jerked his head in Stiles' direction and he let out a little yelp. "Oh, my God!"
"Play nice, boys, or no one gets a juice box." I told them playfully as I sat back down on the edge of the bed so that I could see Stiles at the desk with the laptop and Derek who was standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked us as Stiles turned on the laptop and I shook my head at his question.
"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." Stiles reminded us and I scrunched my eyes together in confusion as I thought about his words.
"So?" Derek asked him as he shrugged his board shoulder in confusion at Stiles reminder as well. I gasped softly as the light bulb went off in my head and smiled slightly at Stiles when he looked in my direction.
"So it wasn't Scott." I explained in understanding now that I had gotten what the hell Stiles was talking about.
"Well, can you find out who sent it?"
"No, not us. But I think I know somebody who can." Stiles answered for us both as he smirked in direction and I let out a light laugh at nothing in particular.
"Danny." I said mostly to myself even I knew that Derek could hear me with his superior werewolf hearing. Half an hour later I was lying on my stomach on Stiles' bed reading an eBook on my iPhone while Derek was reading a novel on a chair near the side of the bed. Stiles and Danny, his lap partner and my friend, were sitting near the desk with the laptop as they argued over tracing the text that Scott sent to Allie the night we were trapped inside the school by the Alpha.
"You want me to do what?" Danny asked Stiles incredulously from where he sat next to him at the desk.
"Trace a text." Stiles answered him as if it was obvious and I pursed my lips together to stop from laughing at the two of them as I tried to focus on what I was reading.
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."
"And we will, once you trace the text." Stiles told him impatiently as he tried to control his anger.
"And what makes you think I know how?"
"I - I looked up your arrest report, so – "
"I - I was 13. They dropped the charges." Danny defended himself to Stiles as I smirked at myself at how badly this was going.
"Whatever." Stiles mumbled as he held up his hands in surrender at Danny's defence.
"No, we're doing lab work."
"Oh, my – "
"Who's he again?" I heard Danny ask quietly and I snapped my head up in time to see him gesturing with his head towards where Derek say reading quietly.
"Um, my cousin - Miguel." Stiles explained to him nervously and I covered my mouth with my hand to stop the eruption of giggled that threatened to leave my lips as Derek's head snapped up to glare at Stiles.
"Hey, Miguel. Ese nombre es español, ¿verdad? Por lo que debe ser capaz de hablar con fluidez." I said to Derek in fluent Spanish with a smirk on my lips and all the boys turned to look at me on the bed. Danny had one eyebrow raised in question and I could tell he was impressed with my knowledge of the Spanish language while Stiles and Derek were glaring at me heatedly.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked as he eyes the long sleeved olive shirt that Derek was wearing. I frowned as I looked back over at the werewolf as well to see if it was indeed blood on his clothing.
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel." Stiles called out to Derek using his alias and Derek's head snapped up from the book he was reading again to glare at Stiles. "I thought I told you that you could borrow one of my shirts." He told the werewolf pointedly and I watched in amusement as Derek closed the book he was reading and got up from the seat to walk over to the dresser near the wardrobe. I bit my lip as he stripped his shirt over his head to reveal his amazing muscular stomach and back to me. I locked my phone and threw it on the bed next to me as I shamelessly gawked to Derek's taut muscles as he searched through the dressers for a shirt that would fit him since he and Stiles' were not in the same league when it came to muscle mass. I blocked out what Danny and Stiles were saying at the desk about tracing the text as I watched Derek's fluid movements.
"Uh, Stiles?" Derek called out to get his 'cousins' attention as I ducked my head to smother a laugh at Derek's uncomfortable expression.
"Yes?" Stiles asked him irritably as he and Danny both looked over at the half naked werewolf near the dresser.
"This - no fit." Derek stressed as he showed them one of the shirts from the dresser drawers.
"Then try something else on. Sorry." Stiles said as he looked back at Danny only to find Danny still gazing at Derek's very naked back. I noticed when the realisation hit Stiles eyes and I rolled my own because I had already known that Danny was a fan of Elton John. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt." Stiles clarified for Danny as Derek put on a orange and blue shirt that was too small for his muscular frame.
"It's - it's not really his colour." Danny told him as Derek glared at Stiles and I smirked at the bed so that I didn't burst out laughing at the situation. Derek stripped off the shirt and I took pity on him as I got up off the bed and walked over to the dresser where he was standing.
"Stiles! None of these fit." Derek snapped at the younger boy in irritation as he and Danny turned to look at him and I reached out to grab the shirt from his hands.
"Give me that." I ordered sternly as I ripped from his hands and frowned at him before turning to the dresser in front of me. I accidently brushed his bare skin as I took the shirt and had to ignore the rush of shivers that it sent through me. I could feel the warm coming off of his skin as he stepped up beside me but I pursed my lips together and concentrated on the contents of the drawer.
"You're not going to find anything." He told me quietly so that Danny didn't overhear what we were saying as I looked for a shirt that would stretch across his broad chest. I turned my body towards him with a smirk so that we stood only an inch away from each other. I looked up into his gorgeous greenish grey eyes and had to control the wave of attraction that went through me as I gaze up at him and he looked down at me.
"You really shouldn't underestimate me. I'm full of all sorts of tricks." I whispered to him huskily as I blindly pulled out a shirt and handed it to him without looking away from his bottomless orbs. He took the shirt off my hand and our fingers brushed together making a spark flood through my entire body. I bit my lower lip seductively before I tucked a piece of fallen hair behind me ear and turned away to walk back over to the desk where Danny and Stiles sat working on finding who sent the text message to Allie from Scott's number.
"There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny said as I joined them at the desk to look over their shoulder at the name and I felt my eyes widen automatically when I saw the name typed on the screen.
"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked in surprise and Danny nodded his head at us in confirmation.
"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." I murmured quietly as I reread the name for the second time.
Melissa McCall
"Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing." Stiles said into his cell phone to Scott as we sat in his jeep at the front of the Beacon Hills Hospital Long Term Care Facility where my mom worked some of the time instead of the main hospital. I was sitting in the back of the jeep as Stiles drove and Derek sat in the passenger seat. I watched as Derek grabbed hold Stiles' arm that was holding the phone and pulled to his face so that he could talk to Scott while Stiles' gritted his teeth in pain at the awkward angle.
"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something." Derek said to my brother through the phone and I could hear the slightly desperation in his usually cold voice. Derek listened to his reply before letting go of Stiles' arm with a sigh and Stiles held the phone back up to his ear to listen to what Scott was telling him.
"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him - tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles said into the phone before hanging up with a sigh and sliding the in to his pocket again.
"You're not gonna make it." Derek told him simply as I frowned at the younger boy in sympathy because I knew how badly he wanted to be out there playing.
"I know."
"And you didn't tell him about mom, either." I pointed out from my spot in the backseat of the jeep and he shot me a look for bring it up.
"Not till we find out the truth." He explained to me with a sigh as he ran a hand over his buzz cut hair and I pursed my lips a little as I thought about his reasoning.
"By the way, one more thing." Derek said casually to Stiles and I looked up in interest to see where this was going because it wasn't like they were going to be braiding each other's hair and exchanging friendship bracelets anytime soon.
"Yeah. Oh, God!" Stiles exclaimed as Derek slammed his head into the steering wheel and I covered my hand over my mouth to stop the laughter that threatened to explode from my lips at the sight. "What the hell was – "
"You know what that was for." Derek told him as he pointed a finger at Stiles and I chuckled lightly as I remembered the scene from only an hour earlier. "Go. Go!"
"We're going." I assured the moody werewolf as Stiles climbed out of the front door of the jeep and I climbed through the middle of the two front seats away him. I looked back over my shoulder as I jumped from the door and smirked when I saw Derek checking out my ass before swiftly looking away when I looked back. Stiles and I quickly made out way into the familiar setting of the hospital but as I looked around I frowned at the empty corridors because even late at night there was at least one nurse around. I pulled out my cell phone from my handbag and called Derek's disposal cell phone since he was still a wanted criminal.
"Hello?" he answered the phone gruffly in greeting as Stiles and I continued to look at the nurses' station but it was abandoned.
"Yeah, we can't find her." I told him as Stiles motioned for me to follow him and I hesitantly did because I knew what kind of trouble seemed to follow Stiles where he went.
"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."
"Really, Derek? I've been coming here once a week for six years. I know who Jennifer is." I reminded to werewolf on the other end of the phone as I roll my eyes at him even though he can't see me.
"Yeah, Sophie, he's not here either." Stiles called out to me from in front of me down the hall where Peter's room was.
"What?" I asked him in a snap as I took off running towards him in a panic. I stopped out the front of Peter's hospital room and my eyes widen when I only see a made up hospital bed and an empty manual wheelchair in the room. "He's not here. He's gone, Derek."
"Sophie, get out of there right now - it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!" Derek yelled at me from the other end of the phone and I quickly grabbed Stiles arm in my hand as I backed out of the room.
"Run." I stated calmly to Stiles as he looked at me with panicked eyes before we turned on our heels to run out of the hospital but were blocked by Peter. I fully awake Peter Hale was standing in front of us blocking our way to safety and I felt the hot tears building in my eyes as I looked at him.
"You must be Stiles. Sophie." Peter greeted us calmly and I felt the tears that were stinging my eyes silent fall down my cheeks once I heard his voice again after six years.
"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." I heard Jennifer say from behind us but I couldn't take my eyes off of Peter for a second to look behind me.
"You - and him. You're - you're the one who - Oh, my - and he's - Oh, my God, I'm gonna die." Stiles muttered to himself next to me as he realised what was happening. I finally turned my gaze away from Peter to look at Jennifer just as Derek appeared out of nowhere and elbowed her in the face so that she fell unconscious to the floor.
"That's not nice. She's my nurse." Peter scolded his nephew as Stiles and I looked between the two Hale's in panic.
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." Derek told us and I dragged Stiles to the side of the hallway so that we weren't in between the two werewolves. I felt the hot burning tears running down my cheeks as I pulled Stiles out of the hospital and into the freezing cold night air. I couldn't believe that Peter was the Alpha.
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