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Code Breaker:
I woke up to the constant buzzing of my cell phone near my head as I slept dozed peacefully on the brink of sleep but not yet achieving it. I felt the presence of something solid behind me and something wrapped tightly around my waist so it took me a minute in my tired state to remember that I wasn't at home in my room. I had gotten bored of the Winter Formal quickly after my dance with Isaac so I had started up a flirt with one of the bass players in the band that was playing. Our suggestive conversation soon turned into a trip in his car back to his apartment across town with a small detour to my house so that I could change out of my formal dress and into a black D&G UNDERWEAR Tank top, Vila Jacinda Knit Cardigan and Evaw Wave INDRA Leggings with Accessorize Simple Side Tie Ballerina flats. I opened my eyes into slits as I reached one arm out of the warm covers to grab my cell phone.
"Hello?" I answered the phone quietly as I attempted to slide out of the bed without waking up the bass player whose name I couldn't remember.
"Sophie! Thank God! Where the hell are you?" Stiles asked me in a panic as I finally got myself out the musician's arms and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I rubbed a hand across my forehead as I looked around the messy room for the clothes that I had abandoned earlier that night.
"Uh, I'm in bed." I told him honestly as I stood up from the edge of the bed to search for my clothes quietly without waking the guy asleep in the bed. "Why? What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing much. Except that your douche of a best friend told the werewolf hunters about your werewolf brother and now they're out to kill his werewolf ass. Ah, and Peter, the big frightening Alpha werewolf bit Lydia and then kidnapped me." Stiles informed me in a rush as I froze where I was in the middle of the room with my mouth gaped open.
"…Hmm. Okay, well, the better question is where are you, Stiles?" I asked him as I shook my head once before crouching down to pick up my tights.
"I'm in my jeep with Peter. He needs me to find Derek by tracing Scott's phone." He told me as I balanced the cell phone in between my shoulder and my ear so that my hands were free so I could pull my pants on.
"Do you even know how to trace a phone?" I asked him doubtfully as I picked up my tank top from the floor and then threw it on quickly.
"Yeah, about that. That's why I'm calling you." He admitted sheepishly and I rolled my eyes at him as I grabbed my cardigan from the floor with one hand. "Listen, I'm going to swing by your house and pick you up."
"You can't." I said to him as I looked for my shoes in the mess on the floor and I heard him groan on the other end of the phone.
"I know you need you beauty sleep, Soph, but this is a little more important." He argued with me as I found my shoes and slid them onto my feet silently.
"No, I mean, you can't pick me up at my house." I corrected him as I headed towards the front door of the apartment without looking back.
"Why not? You just said you were in bed."
"I didn't say I was my bed." I reminded him with a satisfied smirk on my lips as I quietly opened the front door and snuck out of the apartment.
"What? Oh! Gross, Sophie, you're like my sister." Stiles complained loudly in disgust as I rolled my eyes at his dramatics and headed towards the elevator. "Oh, God. Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you."
"Thanks. I don't know where I am but I'll look it up on the GPS on my phone and text you the address. Hang on, I have to go." I told him as I approached the elevator and the doors opened automatically for me to enter. I pressed the button for the ground floor while I typed on the GPS app on my phone before smiling slightly and sending my location to Stiles' phone so that he could come and pick me up.
Stiles roughly pulled his blue light jeep into a parking space in an underground parking garage and I quickly jumped out of the backseat after the Alpha werewolf and Stiles. I crossed my arms over my chest tightly as I followed silently behind Peter who had Stiles by the back of his shirt as they strolled to a sedan that was parked a few car spots away.
"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked as we all walked over to stand near the boot of the car and I looked at Peter curiously as I waited to hear his answer.
"It belonged to my nurse." He replied calmly to Stiles as he pulled out a set of car keys and unlocked the boot of the car.
"What happened to your n - Oh, my God!" Stiles exclaimed loudly as Peter opened the trunk to reveal the rotting corpse of Jennifer and I gulped as I looked away with tears in my eyes. I covered my mouth to stop the sob that threatened to escape at the sight of the woman I had known for years. Peter reached into the trunk to pull out a grey laptop bag that was cradled in Jennifer's arms before shoving it at Stiles to hold. Stiles stared at the dead body with wide unblinking eyes as I blinked rapidly to clear the pools that had filled my eyes.
"I got better." Peter explained coolly as he looked once at the body of his ex-nurse and then at the two us. Stiles and I stared at him in fright as he slammed the boot shut so that we couldn't see the corpse anymore and I sighed in relief that I wasn't looking at a body.
"Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles said to Peter when he recovered from his shock of seeing a dead body but the Alpha werewolf just pulled out a black rectangle from his pocket and handed it over to Stiles silently. "Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?" Stiles asked him as he pulled the laptop from the grey bag and I pushed Stiles out of the way so that I could work on the laptop.
"Get out of the way." I murmured as I pushed him back a few steps and stood in front of the laptop.
"Turn it on. Get connected." Peter told me sternly as he stepped back as well and I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder because he knew that I hated being told what to do.
"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Stiles quipped from my side and I glared at him as I flipped the MiFi connector over to look at the serial number.
"Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them." I told Peter as I connected onto the internet with the MiFi and looked up at the Alpha apologetically with a shrug of my delicate shoulders.
"You don't but Stiles here does." Peter said as he looked past me to Stiles with a smirk on his lips and Stiles blanched slightly at his intense stare.
"No, I don't." Stiles denied quickly as he shook his head at the werewolf and I raised an eyebrow at him because even I could tell that he was lying.
"You know both of them."
"No, I don't."
"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter informed my friend as he tilted his head to the side and gazed at him intently.
"Dude, I swear to God – "Stiles started to protest with him but was cut off when Peter slammed his head down on the closed trunk lid of the car and I bit back a gasp at the aggressive act.
"I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you." Peter said to Stiles softly as he loosened his hold on the younger boy and I glared slightly at Peter for injuring my friend before turning back to the computer.
"What happens after you find Derek?" I asked Peter softly as I typed on the keyboard without looking up to meet his gaze. When Peter didn't answered me after a minute of silence I peeked up at him to see him looking back at me with tender teal eyes so I quickly looked away to finish typing. "You need to enter the username and password." I told Stiles as I pushed to laptop slightly in his direction and took a step out of the way so he could work.
"I think this is the longest you've gone without threatening me." Stiles said to Peter as he moved to stand in front of the laptop and I rolled my eyes at him as I wrapped an arm around my waist protectively.
"Don't think, Stiles. Type." Peter barked at him impatiently and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the authority in his tone of voice.
"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Stiles asked him quietly as he stood in front of the laptop not doing anything and I pursed my lips together as I looked down at my feet.
"Only the responsible ones." Peter informed him and I could hear the obvious gentleness in his voice that must has been for my benefit. I was feeling a little guilty about the fact that I didn't feel guilty about the murders Peter was committing. I could understand the need and want for vengeance but that didn't mean that it was the right thing to do.
"Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it."
"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Peter asked him impatiently as I shifted from foot to foot next to them as they talked. "It's because their favourite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them."
"He's not gonna help you."
"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password." Peter said knowingly to Stiles as he smiled slightly and Stiles huffed quickly in defeat before turning back to the laptop in front of him. I stepped forward so that I was able to see what he was doing and grimaced when I saw what he had chosen for his username.
"His username is "Allison"?" I asked Stiles in disbelief as I glanced up at him but he just continued to type in the password. "His password is also "Allison"?"
"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles asked Peter sassily as I smirked lightly before frowning because I remembered that this wasn't a funny situation.
"Get out of the way." I uttered as I pushed Stiles out of the way so that I could stand in front of the laptop. I focused completely on the task at hand as I typed furiously on the keyboard of the laptop until I had the exact location of Scott's phone. "Wait, what the – "I muttered to myself when I saw where the hunters were keeping him but Peter must have heard me because he and Stiles came and crowded around the laptop on either side of me.
"That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?" Stiles asked in disbelief as he pointed to the screen and I shrugged my shoulders at him because I didn't have an answer.
"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." Peter told us as he walked over to the side of the car and I glanced at his back quickly before shutting off the laptop knowing that we were done now. Peter walked back of to us and I silently handed him the laptop now that it was closed down. He smiled at me warmly but I all I could muster up was a wobbly smile as I quickly back away a few steps from him. Peter turned away from us to walk over to the driver's side the Jennifer's car and I just watched him sadly as I wrapped an arm around my waist.
"So you're not gonna kill me?" Stiles asked him as he approached the driver's door and I rolled my eyes at him for even giving him the idea.
"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here." Peter explained to Stiles gently as he took a few steps closer to us and Stiles mirrored every step he took so that he was next to me.
"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?"
"I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" Peter asked him politely and I felt my eyes widen in shock at his words as I fumbled for Stiles arm protectively.
"What?" we both asked meekly as we looked at the Alpha with wide shocked eyes and I felt Stiles stiffen slightly in my hold of his arm.
"Do you want the bite?" he repeated slowly as he enunciated every word for us. "If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us."
"Like you." Stiles said softly as Peter took a step closer to the two of us and I tensed automatically at the prospect of a threat.
"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more. Yes or no?" Peter asked as he picked up Stiles free arm and bought it up to his mouth as we both watched in shock. I glanced at Stiles from the corner of my eye and I could clearly see the indecision etched into his face as he tried to make up his mind.
"I don't wanna be like you." Stiles finally decided as he ripped his arm out of Peter's firm grasp and then rubbed where he had been holding. I breathed out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding as I felt my body relax now the major problem had been dealt with.
"Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles. Goodbye, Sophie." Peter said to us both before he climbed in the driver side of Jennifer's car and pulled out the car park quickly.
Stiles and I rushed into the hospital hand in hand as silently rode the elevator up to the floor that Lydia was on and then ran out of the lift in a panic. My gaze immediately went to the glass window that Jackson was standing by because I knew that on the other side was one of my best friends. I started to move in that direction with Stiles but Sheriff Stilinski stepped in front of us blocking our way with an angry expression.
"You know what? It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you." John seethed at his son as he pulled the two of us to the side so that he could yell at us in private.
"Is she gonna be okay?" I asked him meekly as I gazed at the window that was separating Lydia from the rest of the world.
"They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her." John informed us with sympathy lacing his voice and I looked back at him with wide eyes. I could feel the tears building in my eyes so I quickly looked away from the man that had been like a father to me and Scott our whole life because I didn't think I could take the pity in his eyes without crying hysterically.
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked him warily as he glanced frantically between his father and the window that led to the girl he loved. I blindly grasped his hand in mine in a show of silently support for my friend because I knew that this had to be hard for him.
"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock. Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"
"I haven't seen her all night." I told him honestly as I shook my head and crossed one of my arms over my chest while my other hand stayed firmly in Stiles.
"No. No, I have no idea." Stiles answered as he shook his head at his father and squeezed my hand reassuringly even though we both knew nothing could give us real assurance.
"What about Scott?" John wondered out loud as I frowned in concern and Stiles' brow furrowed in confusion as well.
"What do you mean? What about him?"
"Did he see anything?" The Sheriff asked us both as he looked between the two of us and I felt my eyes widen at the question.
"What do you - is he not here?" I asked him loudly as I looked around the room for any sign of my twin brother but couldn't see him anywhere. I looked over at Jackson near the window with questioning eyes just as he was looking back at me and he shrugged his shoulders as he mouthed the words 'I don't know' to me.
"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response." John told me and Stiles as he rubbed his forehead with a free hand. I sighed in defeat as I shook my head before I let go of Stiles' hand and started walking over to my best friend.
"Yeah, you're not gonna get one." I heard Stiles say softly to his father but I ignored them both as I walked over to Jackson near the window looking into Lydia's hospital room. Jack looked at me with sad light green eyes as I stood next to him silently looking at my injured friend. Her complexion was pale white and I knew that if she was awake she would be having a field day about the lack of makeup. Her strawberry blonde waves were spread out on the crisp white pillow but what drew my attention was the see-through breathing tube that was connected to her mouth so that she could breath. She looked so pathetically helpless just lying there and I knew that she would hate for anyone to see her like this because it was the opposite of her usual carefree, strong and intimating façade. I felt Jackson slip his strong arm around my shoulders supportively and I leaned back into him as I closed my eyes tightly so that I could wish that it was all a dream. I wanted to open my eyes to find everything back to normal but I knew logically that it wouldn't happen.
"She'll be okay." Jackson whispered to me softly as he pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead and I couldn't help but smile slightly at the compassionate side of him that only I got to see.
"How could you possibly know that?" I whispered back to him with my eyes still closed and I felt him shrug his shoulder slightly under my head that was resting on it.
"It's Lydia. She's not going anywhere until she wants to." He reminded my pointedly but I could hear the amusement and love in his voice and I opened my eyes to look at him gazing into the window at her.
"Hey, she'll be okay." I reassured him with the same words he had used on me and he switched his focus from Lydia to me with an amused smirk on his lips.
"How could you possibly know that?" he asked me mockingly as he tightened his hold on my shoulder and I laughed a little as I shrugged my shoulders in response.
"It's Lydia." I repeated his words softly with a smile before we both looked back at the girl through the window. I looked away from Lydia with a frown when I noticed Stiles rushing passed us with a determined look on his face.
"Hey, where are you going?" I called out to him as I quickly followed after my quirky friend because I knew that whatever was enough to make him leaving Lydia had to have been important. Jackson grabbed my hand in his as we both chased after Stiles at a brisk pace.
"To find Scott." Stiles answered me without stopping or slowing down for us as we walked down a corridor.
"You don't have a car." I reminded him pointedly because we had to leave the jeep at the parking garage when we realised that Peter had stolen the keys.
"I'm aware of that. Thank you." Stiles said sarcastically as Jackson and I caught up to him at a corner.
"Here, I'll drive. Come on – "Jackson offered as he tried to grab Stiles shoulder as we walked but Stiles quickly jerked his shoulder out of reach and turned around to face him as he stopped in the middle of the empty hallway.
"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault."
"Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not?" Jackson asked him slightly exasperated as I squeezed his hand silently asking him for patience and he gave me a quick squeezed back as he glanced down at my worried face.
"All right. Did you bring the Porsche?" Stiles asked him suddenly as he nodded his head jerkily in agreement.
"Yeah." Jack replied warily as he pulled the set of keys for the Porsche out of his Hugo Boss dress jacket.
"Good. I'll drive." Scott's best friend announced as he snatched the keys out of Jack's hand before turning to face the set of doors that lead to the outside. We all took a few steps but then froze where we were when we saw that the doors were blocked by a group of men in dark clothing.
"Sophie. Boys. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is." The lead of the group explained as he took a step closer and I narrowed my eyes slightly at the familiar man.
"Chris." I greeted Allison's father with a slight smile as I pulled Jackson back next to me with my hand. "I haven't seen Scott since the dance."
"Scott McCall? Um, haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?" Stiles asked without taking his eyes away from the hunters in front of him and I felt Jackson hand shake in mine so I place my other hand on his arm in an effort to calm him down.
"I – uh." He stuttered unsurely as he stared the group of hunters with wide eyes and I squeezed his hand again reassuringly to remind him that I was there for him.
"Oh, for the love of God." I heard Stiles mutter under his breath as we all just looked at the hunters with wide eyes.
"Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?" Chris asked us sternly with a frown on his face as he stepped closer but when none of us answered him he sighed to himself before motioning to the other hunters in the group. The other men stepped forward quickly at his instruction and each grabbed one of us by the arms before dragging us into an empty hospital storage closet. Jackson and I got thrown roughly into an old-fashioned hospital bed as Chris held Stiles against the wall by the collar of his shirt. "Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"
"No. I could put it on my to-do-list, if you just let me go." Stiles replied to him sassily as he glowered at the older man and I straightened myself as I leaned against the bed next to Jackson. I glanced at Jack to make sure he was alright all to find him staring at the scene in front of him with wide terrified eyes.
"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?" Chris asked Stiles in a snarl as he continued to hold him against the wall roughly and I grabbed Jack's hand in mine blindly as I watched them with baited breath.
"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."
"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"
"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select – "
"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"
"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?" Stiles asked him pointedly and I felt myself stiffen at his words as I glanced at Chris in disgust.
"I hate to dispel a popular rumour, Stiles, but we never did that." Chris told him after a moment and I frowned when I could see the truth in his eyes.
"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."
"Never."
"What if someone does?" I asked him from where I was next to Jackson and Chris looked away from Stiles towards me. "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent." I recited the hunter's code to him in fluent French as I looked directly into his eyes and he finally let Stiles go as that he fell to the floor.
"Someone like who?" he asked me softly as he looked at the ground as though he already knew the answer.
"Your sister." I told him gently as Stiles picked himself up off of the floor and Chris looked back up at me with tears in his eyes but no doubt at my words.
"Kate told me you were handy with a gun and an arrow. Wanna come?" he asked me with a smirk on his lips and I smirked back at him in anticipation as I nodded my head at him in answer.
I silently followed Chris through the forest until we reached the burnt remains of the Hale House and the first thing I noticed was Kate Argent standing over my twin brother with a gun pointed at his chest.
"Kate!" Chris called out to her to announce our presence and Kate, Scott and Allison who was sprawled out on the ground near the other's all looked in our direction. Kate's face stayed the picture of calm although I could see the fear in her eyes as Scott and Allie both had expressions of shock and relief to the sight of Chris and I. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."
"I did what I was told to do." Kate informed him calmly without wavering in the slightest but I did notice her eyes quickly flicker to the burnt house. My own gaze flickered over to the house once and I could feel my finger itching to reach for the 9x19 mm Walther P99, German semi-automatic pistol that Chris had given me for protection.
"No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun at a 16 year old boy with no proof he spilled human blood. We go by the code - Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent." Chris reminded her pointedly and she pursed her lips in defiance as she made no movement.
"We hunt those who hunt us." Allie translated quickly with wide eyes as she looked between her aunt and her father.
"Put the gun down." Chris ordered his sister sternly as he took out his own gun and pointed at her warningly but Kate just chuckled lightly at him without moving her aim away from Scott.
"Come on, Chris. You're not going to shoot your little sister." She taunted him with a smirk on her lips so I looked at Chris once and saw him nod at me to on ahead. I put my hand behind my back and came back out of the Walther P99 in hand before I smirked at Kate as I raised the gun expertly at her.
"What about me, Kate? That is my brother you're aiming a gun at." I reminded her as her gaze moved from Chris to me in shock and I quickly flicked the safety off of the gun skilfully without looking away from her. "Now, put your gun down." I told her sternly before I fired a shot off that landed exactly where I wanted it to on the tree trunk just by her head and she looked behind her at the bullet hole before back at me with wide eyes. "Before I put you down. And you know how good a shot I am."
"Her I believe." I heard Kate utter quietly as she lowered her gun slowly so that it wasn't pointed at my brother and I sighed in relief without appearing too weak. The front door to the Hale House started to squeak suddenly and my gaze along with everyone else's was drawn to the noise.
"Allison, get back." Chris ordered his daughter as we all watched the door slowly open squeakily and Chris, Kate and I all raised guns to aim at the door while Allison armed her bow with an arrow and Scott summoned his inner werewolf as his form of protection.
"What is it?" Allie asked anyone quietly as she watched in a horrid fascination with wide unblinking eyes.
"It's the Alpha." Scott announced to her just as the door opened all the way but nothing was there for a moment before a huge black figure that I couldn't see probably charge out of the front door. The creature ran out of the door only to circle around the group of was at high speed as we all tried to follow it's movements with our weapons to no avail. The Alpha ran into Chris' side and sent him falling to the ground unconscious as the rest of us watched helplessly before he ran into Allie next and sent her to the ground just like her father. I felt something push into the side of me suddenly and I fell to the ground with a groan as my gun fell out of my hand on the way down. My head connected with the ground and a rush of pain instantly invaded my head before my vision started to blur and the last thing I could see before the darkness took over was Kate Argent spinning in circles with her gun trained on a force that she couldn't see.
"Come on! Come on!" her voice echoed in my ears as the black nothingness took over my body.
I woke up with a stinging in my head as I rolled over onto my back only to find that I was lying on the ground outside instead of in my nice warm bed at room. I sat up on my elbows as I squinted my eyes and looked around the forest that I was sleeping in for no known reason. I looked up at the burnt remains of the Hale House in confusion before glancing to the side and seeing the prone form of Chris Argent a few feet away from me. I gasped to myself as the events leading up to my collapse replayed in my head before I scrambled to my feet in a hurry despite the pain radiating through my head. I stood up shakily as I ran a hand through my messy long brunette hair and looked around for all the people who did been here before I passed out. I sighed in relief when I saw Scott passed out a few metres away from me and then when I turned I could see the unconscious body of Derek Hale even though I had no idea he was there before. I frowned in confusion when I couldn't see Allison or Kate anywhere before my eyebrows rose in panic. Peter would want Kate to die in the same place as his family as some sort of poetic justice so I took off running towards the front door of the Hale House. I entered the dilapidated living room only to see the body of the deceased Kate Argent and a nervous looking Allison standing in the doorframe facing Peter.
"Ah, Sophie. I'm so glad you could join us." Peter greeted me cheerfully as I slowly walked into the room to stand next to my friend. I gripped her hand in mine as silently tears rolled down her cheeks for her fallen aunt and pursed my lips in a frown as I looked at Peter.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked him hesitantly as Allison squeezed my hand in thanks for the silently support.
"I'm going to make sure that you're safe." He told me earnestly with a small smile and I frowned in confusion as to what he meant by that. Suddenly, Peter lurched himself towards the two of us and I quickly pushed Allison to the side so that she wasn't in the direct path of the Alpha werewolf. Luckily, Peter hardly glanced at the young hunter and instead pushed me up against the closest wall with both hands on my shoulder firmly keeping me in place as I squirmed in his hold.
"What are you doing?" I asked him in a scared whisper as I felt terrified tears filling my eyes but I blinked them back because I didn't want to seem weaker than I already was.
"I need you to be strong, Sophie." He told me sternly but yet at the same time there was a soft resolve in his voice that left me wondering what the hell he was up to. He dug his fingers deeper into my skin until I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips and I felt the familiar burning of tears running down my cheeks as I silently glared at Peter accusingly. "Don't cry. This is for the best." He told me as he looked at me with sincerity in his teal coloured eyes but I no longer trusted what he thought was best for me so that didn't reassure me much.
"No. No. No. What are you doing?" I asked him in a panic as he slowly brought my left arm up to his mouth and I watched in a horrid fascination as his mouth was the only part of him in transform into a werewolf. My mouth gaped open as he bit into my forearm with his monstrous teeth and I let out a small cry as the pain from the bite radiated up my arm. "Ah!" I cried in agony as the intense pain spread from the bit all the way up my arm and through my body. Peter dropped my arm from his mouth as I cried shamelessly now and fell to the floor as I cradled my arm against my chest. I flinched when Peter crouched down next to me but he ignored that as he swept a piece of my long hair behind my ear and my left cheek dry of tears.
"It's for the best, sweetheart." He told me quietly and I looked at him in total disbelief as tried my best to ignore the pain shooting up and down my arm.
"I could die. The bite might not take." I reminded him in a shaky voice that sounded nothing like me as I shook my head in defeat but he just smiled at me proudly.
"You're strong and stubborn." He said to me as he wiped the other side of my face and I sniffled a little as I pain started to subside.
"Not a pack animal then." I joked lightly as I rubbed my nose with the back of my hand and he chuckled lightly at my weak attempt at a joke. I noticed Peter's expression change back to a cold mask as he stood up from besides me to stand in the middle of the room cautiously. I slowly stood up from the floor with help from the wall as Allison ran over to my side reminding me that she was still there in the room. I heard the faint sound of growling on either side of me and looked over to the right to see Scott approaching in full werewolf mode before glancing to the left where Derek was doing the same thing.
"Run!" Scott ordered us both so Allison grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room just before I could hear the sound of a fight breaking out between the werewolves. We both ran out of the house as fast as we could and then ran over to where Chris was still passed out on the ground outside.
"Dad. Dad. Dad." Allison cried as she crouched down beside him and I copied her actions on the other side of his body.
"Chris." I called as I slapped him in the face but he didn't move a muscle so I sighed in defeat that we would have to wait for him to wake up on his own. Allison and I both jumped in surprise as one of the front windows smashed from the inside and Scott came tumbling out of it until he stopped in a sprawled position. Not seconds after Scott was thrown through the window, the Alpha came running out in full werewolf form and picked up my brother by the front of his jacket. I watched with wide eyes as both werewolves snarled at each other before Scott used both of his feet to kick the Alpha in the chest so that he stumbled back a few steps and let Scott go in the process. The Alpha growled out Scott just as the sound of tires filled the clearing and then a loud honking of a horn followed it. We all turned to see Stiles and Jackson climbing out of the Porsche before Stiles threw a glass bottle at the Alpha but the he caught it in his clawed hand easily.
"Allison!" Scott called out to his girlfriend from across the clearing so we both turned to look at him before he threw her abandoned bow at her. She caught it in mid-air and expertly aimed it with an arrow before aiming at the glass container in the Alpha's hand and shooting. The arrow connected with the glass making the container detonate in a fiery explosion that started at the Alpha's hand but soon travelled across his whole arm. We all watched as the Alpha started to panic and tried to put out the fire on his arm but Jackson quickly through the second glass container that was in his hand at the werewolf and the Alpha's entire body was engulfed in flames in seconds. The angry roar of the Alpha echoed through the clearing as we all watched with wide eyes as the fire burned him. Scott quickly stood up from his crouch when it looked like the Alpha was heading towards Allie and kicked him in the chest so that he went stumbling off in the other direction. I watched in horror as the Alpha slowly transformed back into its human shape of Peter Hale except he was severely burned as he gagged for breath. I stumbled forward a few steps as I watched Peter gasp for breath and then collapse to the ground. I looked to the side as tears started to burn my vision again and saw that Chris had now woken up from his unconscious state.
"Wait!" I heard my brother cry out loud so I turned my glance to him in a panic thinking that something was wrong but I only saw him staring at something to the side where Peter had died. I followed his gaze to see Derek standing over his uncle's body and frowned in confusion as to what Scott was yelling about. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family - what am I supposed to do?" Scott asked pathetically as he looked over to where Allison was huddled with her father and I frowned even more because I knew that there was no known cure for a werewolf bite. "Wait! No, no! Don't!" Scott yelled in a panic as Derek used his werewolf claws to rip out his uncle's throat and I choked on a sob as I felt my knees go weak.
"Oh, my god." I whispered sadly as I fell to my knees in the dirt and my chest heaved with sobs as I stared at the lifeless remains of Peter Hale.
"I'm the Alpha now." Derek announced in a deep voice as I looked up through tear filled eyes to see his own normal icy blue werewolf pupils burning a blood red.