Chapter X: The Arrest
The next day, Emory was reading a book in her bed after school.
"Do you know anything about this?" Her uncle stood at her bedroom door.
"About what?
"Your cousin Stiles just called me from the burned down Hale house saying that they found a body. I'm going there now to arrest Derek Hale."
"What!?" Emory sat up.
So that is what they were doing after school that was so private, Emory thought. That's why Scott was so awkward when Scott was dropped off at Derek's house.
"I'm gonna go but I'll bring back dinner and hopefully my delinquent son."
"Sounds good," Emory tried her best to sound uncaring.
As Emory approached the Hale house, she already saw blinking police lights. She was fast, but not faster than the cops. She groaned as she saw Stiles' car with Scott but no Stiles.
Stiles was soon pulled out of the front seat of the cop car by Emory. Instead of criticizing him, Emory took Stiles' place in the cruiser.
"What the hell is going on, Derek?" Emory placed her hand on her chest wanting her heart to beat slower. Her lungs to breath softer.
"I was gonna asked you the same thing. I offered you help. We made progress. You opened up to me. We kissed. You left. And then nothing."
"I'm not talking about with us," Emory said softly. "I'm talking about you and Scott. With the dead body. With you being arrested. Why are Stiles and Scott making the Sheriff arrest you?"
"I thought you could answer that question. As far as I can tell, Scott is afraid that I might kill him if he plays so he and your cousin foolishly planned to keep me behind bars to prevent it."
"What did you guys discuss yesterday?"
"You."
"What? Why? And Scott isn't even playing tomorrow. I am in. In his place."
"Talk about foolish."
"What do mean? I can't even transform to hurt anyone."
Emory tried to slowly breath in and out of nose.
"Emory, I get you played soccer at your old school. But that was your old school. And your old life. You have no idea how being a werewolf will affect your playing. And even worse than Scott, if you transform, you have no way tp stay calm because you haven't even transformed fully yet."
"But if you can't even make me transform, who is to say that lacrosse will?"
"Who says it won't? Emory, I really don't feel like breaking out of jail to save you."
"Save me?"
"Save you from killing everyone."
"And what about you? Who have you killed?"
"You too?" Emory's uncle grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of his cruiser. "What do I have to do to get it in your heads that this is official police business?"
"I'm sorry," Emory put on her best puppy face not knowing if it had gotten cuter since realizing she was a werewolf. "I saw Stiles in here talking to him and wanted to make sure Stiles didn't reveal any of our information to a murderer."
"Just join him and Scott and convince them to go home."
"Yes, sir."
Once in the car, Emory let loose on the two boys.
"What were two planning on doing? Did you even have a plan? What happened to me playing in the game tonight instead of Scott? We even convinced Coach. Why did you feel the need to take this all out on Derek? If he wasn't already planning on killing you both he sure of hell is now."
"Uh, I can't even find anything about wolfsbane." Scott groaned from the front seat.
"Did you listen to anything I just said?"
"I think there are more important matters to deal with than some stupid dead body under the Hale house. How about the genre of lycanthropy as a whole?"
"Just keep looking. Maybe its like a ritual or something. Like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."
"I'll put it on my to-do list."
"No. No one is learning any burial practices or rituals of any kinds. Why are we all even focusing on this? The game is tonight!"
"We know, Emory!" Scott yelled at her.
"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves."
"Maybe it like how I can actually handle being a werewolf and Scott can't."
"Shut up, Emory!"
"Are you guys okay? You guys cannot have a werewolf fight in this car. It is not werewolf protected."
"Stop saying werewolf!" Scott screamed.
"Stop enjoying this so much, Stiles. Stop acting like you know everything or need to know everything like we are a new science project," Emory could feel her eyes turning a different color.
"Everything in my life was working out," Scott frowned. "Now I just want it to be normal. I just want to be a regular high school stupid who doesn't have to worry about killing everyone around him."
"You guys are gonna have to accept that this is your life now. You are both werewolves."
"I don't want to."
"Well we are going to have to," Emory sighed.
"Easy for you to say, Emory. You aren't even a full werewolf. Your eyes turn color and you've had an escapade with Derek Hale and think that counts as something."
"You're right. I do. Because I have received help when you were probably just trying to get on Derek's bad side. I have accepted that this is my life now. We can't fight it."
"Pull over!" Scott gripped the ceiling of the Jeep making it sway. "I can't breath."
Scott opened Stiles' backpack sensing an enemy within. The purple flowers intertwined with rope was wrapped up within.
Emory flinched back away from it.
"What the hell is that? Get it out of the car!"
Stiles grabbed his own backpack and threw it into the woods lining the road.
Emory felt instant relaxation as she felt her eyes return to their normal blue. Scott let out a sigh.