We can make it out alive
Hey we're taking on the world
I'll take you where you wanna go
Pick you up if you fall to pieces
Let me be the one to save you
Break the plans we had before
Let's be unpredictable
~O~
I arrived in Beacon Hills late, nearly midnight. Kane had told me to pack a bag and head off immediately. My home town, Fresno, was a three hour drive from Beacon Hills. Kane wanted no more murders to occur and neither did I. Kane had contacts all over the country and had arranged for me to stay with a close friend of his, the town Sheriff. He said it would be good because I would have easier access to police files and documents.
The excuse was that I was having behavioural issues at home and school and Kane, supposedly being my uncle, thought that living with a strict Sheriff might help.
I pulled up at the address that Kane had given me and got out, staring at the nice two story home in front of me.
I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulder, easily lifting my heavy suitcase like it weighed no more than a feather. I walked up to the door and hesitated. It was late and I didn't want to wake them, but they were expecting me.
I took in a deep breath and knocked.
I could hear the steady pounding of two heartbeats. One was steady and soothing, the other too fast and slightly off beat.
The steady heartbeat came closer and the door opened to reveal a man, probably in his mid-forties, smiling back at me. Although his smile was warm and welcoming, his eyes held a hint of suspicion, his body stance slightly wary. He also looked tired and I supposed since he was the sheriff he must have a lot going on with all the murders.
"You must be Callie," he smiled, reaching out to take my suitcase. I smiled gratefully handing it to him even though it would have been easier to carry it myself.
"That's me," I agreed. "I'm so thankful for you letting me stay here."
"That's-"
"Dad!" A voice called from upstairs. "Dad is that her?!"
I bit back a chuckle as a lanky but cute boy rushed down the steps, tripped, regained himself, then tripped again and landed on his face. My hands slammed over my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Sheriff groaned.
"Are you ok?" I asked as he pushed himself up, rubbing the back of his head. His cheeks were flushed red and embarrassment danced in his eyes. He gave me a thumbs up.
"Stiles be more careful," his dad scolded him. He sighed, turning back to me. "This is my son Stiles. As you can see he's more clumsy and than he is smart."
"I must be pretty clumsy then!" Stiles chirped.
Sheriff rolled his eyes. "You sure are," he muttered. He handed my suitcase to his son, who stumbled slightly under the weight. "Have you had dinner?" Sheriff asked me.
"Yeah I have thanks," I said. He motioned for me to come inside and I obliged.
"Stiles will show you to your room an-"
"I will?" Stiles interrupted. Sheriff shot him a pointed look. "I will," Stiles agreed, nodding.
"Just get settled. I'll be up late working so if you need anything don't be hesitant to ask," Sheriff said. "I assume you'll be attending Beacon Hills High while you stay here."
"Uh…" I trailed off. "I wasn't planning on it." I'd already finished high school and college. Shape shifters aged roughly half as fast as humans. Although I looked no older than 17, I was in fact, in human years, 34 years old.
"Well you're certainly not sitting around here all day. Besides your uncle said you hadn't dropped out of school, just been suspended. It's no problem signing you up, even if it is only for a month or so. That way you don't get behind," Sheriff pointed out, his tone leaving no room for discussion. I sighed in defeat.
"I suppose," I said. I had wanted to spend my days trying to track the kanima but both the murders had been at night anyway.
"Alright. Try and go to sleep soon. You have to be up early tomorrow morning," Sheriff said. I nodded and murmured a good night. I looked over to Stiles who looked to be bursting with questions, his leg jigging on the spot. I smiled in faint amusement.
"This way," he said, walking up the stairs swiftly. I followed and he led me to a room. It had a double bed already made up and a desk to the side, a cupboard to the other. It was simple and nice. "My room's just across the hall. Dad's is just down the hall," Stiles said, putting my suitcase down. "So what did you do to get suspended?" He immediately questioned. I snorted in amusement.
"Um…I bashed up some jerk, put him in the hospital," I lied rather easily.
"Really? Who?" Stiles believed every word.
"Just some guy on the football team. He was a dick," I smirked, confident in my ability that I would be able to take any guy on any football team.
He shot more questions at me that I dodged or made up lies for. He was very curious and some may even say nosy but I didn't mind. I thought he was adorable and cute. Eventually I interrupted him and asked where the bathroom was, if I could shower. He said yes and pointed me down the hall. I thanked him and grabbed my clothes before heading to the bathroom.
I let the warm water pound over me, washing away any doubts I had. I wasn't foolish enough to deny the fact that I was slightly afraid. The kanima had already killed two people. I had no idea how strong it was and I was here alone. But Kane couldn't afford to send another Clan member down when he was already missing his second in command, me. We had threats of our own to battle what with rogue shape shifters trying to steal Kane's leadership, other Clans trying to take over our territory.
I rested my head back on the glass, the water steaming around me. I brought up my hand and looked at it, trying to grow my claws out. I concentrated, focusing all my energy and power on my hand. They did grow out and I gasped in delight before suddenly my whole body convulsed with the need to fully shift. Shifting into a wolf in the middle of my new hosts bathroom was not a good idea.
I pushed back the shift, desperately fighting off the urge to turn. I winced in pain as my bones broke slightly, trying to form into the mould of a wolf's bone structure. I forced myself to remain human, my bones moving back and healing into the proper position. I closed my eyes in relief, my breath coming out in short bursts.
I had been trying for several months to master half shifting. At first I had just immediately turned into a wolf, but now I was starting to slowly be able to grow claws.
There was a knock on the door. "You ok?" Stiles' voice called in.
"Yeah," I immediately answered, turning off the shower. "All good."
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I leaned against Stiles' door way where he was typing quickly on his computer.
"Night," I said softly. He jumped, letting out a yelp and turning to look at me.
"God, give a guy some warning!" He protested. I smirked. "You should wear a bell or something around your neck."
I rolled my eyes. "Night Stiles," I said, turning away.
"Wait Callie," he called after me, standing and walking over to me, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh I can um show you around tomorrow if-if you want," he offered.
I smiled softly at him. He was so adorable. "Yeah that'd be nice. Being the new kid sucks," I said. He licked his lips and nodded. I winked at him before turning and walking to my new room. I closed the door behind me and turned out the light. I could see clearly through the darkness, which to human eyes was impenetrable. I walked over to my bed and slipped under the covers.
I stared up at the ceiling and couldn't help craving my own bed.
-O-
The next day Stiles drove me to school. He showed me to the office and we got my schedule and locker number.
He led me to my locker, stating we had english, math, history and art together.
I put my things in my locker. "Come meet my friend Scott," Stiles said, grabbing my hand. I slammed my locker shut and allowed him to take me down the hall to a locker where a curly brown haired boy with chocolate puppy eyes stood. My step faltered and I froze, taking in his scent.
Werewolf.
The word flashed through my mind and I stared, wide-eyed at him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his gaze darting between Stiles' and I when suddenly his eyes flashed yellow and a growl sounded through his throat.
"What the hell? Scott!" Stiles hissed, slapping his friend on the shoulder, but Scott didn't even notice. Stiles glanced frantically at me, probably to try and see if I saw Scott's eyes glowing.
Scott grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the closest classroom, surprisingly gentle. Stiles hurried in behind us, closing the door.
"Scott! What the hell are you doing?!" Stiles questioned.
"What are you?" Scott asked. "You're not a werewolf," he said, taking in a deep breath.
"What are you talking about?" Stiles demanded.
"She's not human," Scott said.
"What?!" Stiles shouted.
"Calm down," I told them both. "You're right. I'm not human."
"So what are you?" Scott demanded.
"A shape shifter," I replied. Scott's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I'm a shape shifter," he protested.
"No…" I trailed off, confused as well now. "You're a werewolf. A lycan."
"That's the same thing," Stiles piped in.
"No it's not," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's not the same thing at all."
Scott and Stiles exchanged glances. "But I-I change shape. That makes me a shape shifter…doesn't it?" Scott said. I shook my head, baffled by their stupidity.
"No," I said. "You're face just sort of changes and you have enhanced senses and strength but you don't actually change do you?"
"She's right," Stiles said. "Your face kind of," he waved his hands around in a way that did not at all convey what he was trying to say. "Mutilates and stuff, but you don't actually shift into a wolf."
"Wait…so you're telling me that a werewolf and a shape shifter are two different things?" Scott asked.
"Two very different things," I agreed.
"So what exactly is a shape shifter?" Stiles asked.
"Shape shifters can change into the shape of three animals. Fully change. Usually the animals are similar. Like my leader for example turns into a tiger, a lion and a cougar. They're sort of all similar animals, all part of the big cat family," I explained.
"Your leader?" Scott questioned. I nodded.
"We live in Clans, just groups of us together. We have certain territories that we try not to go out of to often. That way shape shifters don't clash as often with each other," I said.
"So why are you here?" Stiles asked.
"The killings," I replied. "Beacon Hills is close to our Clan's territory and I've come to check them out."
Scott and Stiles exchanged a look. "Wait, so what are your animals?" Stiles asked.
I hesitated. "A wolf, a horse and an owl," I replied.
They were silent for a moment. "But-…What do they have in common?" Stiles eventually said.
I shrugged. "That's what I've been trying to figure out," i replied. Stiles and Scott exchanged another glance.
"So what..are you special or something?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't know. We develop our animal forms over time. Usually you get your first form when you're about twelve, your next when you're around fifteen or sixteen and your last when you're around twenty," I explained. I let out a breath. "I shifted into my wolf form when I was six. Shifted into my horse form when I was ten and my owl form when I was sixteen. I developed a lot faster than I should have."
Stiles and Scott were slightly gaping at me. "I can't believe my life has resulted in this," Stiles said. I let out a chuckle.
"Tell me about it," I agreed. "Anyway, do you guys know anything about the killings?"
They looked at each other. "Not as much as we should," Scott admitted.
"We don't even know what's killing them." Stiles said dejectedly.
I sighed. "Well I do."
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"Look we'll talk about this after school," Stiles said when the bell wrung. We were sitting at the lunch table.
"Maybe we should ask Derek," Scott suggested.
"Are you crazy?!" Stiles hissed.
"Who's Derek?" I asked.
Scott and Stiles sighed. "He's a…f-"
"If you say friend I'm gonna punch you in the head," Stiles interrupted Scott. I snorted in amusement. "He's an alpha."
"He's the lycan that killed the last alpha?" I assumed. "The one that was running around here killing people?"
"Yeah, how'd you know about that?" Scott asked.
"We keep tabs on supernatural killings near our territory. If the killings get too out of hand we check it out. Like now," I said.
They nodded and we all stood up.
"Come on we have math," I said to Stiles. I grabbed his hand, gave Scott a smile and led Stiles off to class. I didn't miss the excited and unsubtle hand movement he shot Scott, motioning to our joined hands. I rolled my eyes and covered a chuckle.
My phone binged and I pulled it out of my pocket.
To: Callie
From: Kane
Update?
I cursed under my breath.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked me as we walked down the hall.
"My leader wants to know if I've found anything. But he also told me to stay away from werewolves and well, I'm not doing such a great job," I said, still staring down at my phone.
"What are you going to tell him?" Stiles asked.
"Well I can't lie," i pointed out.
To: Kane
From: Callie
Nothing really yet. Do you know if kanima's even have a scent? Met a lycan. He's worried about the killings too. Don't be mad. He's going to help.
I hit send and gave Stiles a reassuring smile.
"Come on, we're going to be late."
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I had my backpack swung over my shoulder and was walking to meet Stiles in the parking lot when my hand began to shake uncontrollably. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I narrowed my hearing in. I could hear a heartbeat, jolting and stuttering and another more familiar heartbeat rushing toward me. Scott.
I ignored Scott's fast approaching heartbeat and instead peered into the gymnasium. My eyes widened when i saw a girl with blonde hair on the rock climbing wall. She was shaking and her hands slipped off the multicoloured fake rocks. I gasped and ran toward her, below her in less than a millisecond. I easily caught her before she hit the ground. To me, she weighed practically nothing. Scott appeared beside me and was followed by a wave of students.
"Put her on her side!" A girl commanded. I had met her earlier, Allison. She was nice but I had a feeling that she knew something, something I didn't and that bothered me.
"How'd you know?" Allison asked us.
Scott and I exchanged a look. "We felt it."
-O-
That night I ducked out my window to investigate and see if I could pick up a scent, a trail, anything from the kanima. The first murder had taken place in an alleyway near an abandoned subway station. The second had happened very recently, hours previous to my talk with Kane so all the information was yet to be determined. I took a short cut through the woods and slowed when I heard the sound of a nearby road. I glanced through the trees, my vision seeing easily through the darkness. Half torn down police tape sectioned off part of an alleyway across the road. There was a car, the door torn off completely. Most of the blood had been cleaned away but splotches were still left.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I heard a heartbeat, but it wasn't coming from within the cars, it was coming from behind me. I only had a few moments to brace myself and turn around before I was smashed into a tree. It didn't really hurt and although the grip on me was strong I could have easily broke free. But I didn't. This, although close, wasn't my territory and if someone wanted to challenge me then it was well within their rights to. I wouldn't be the first one to throw a punch.
Werewolf, my mind immediately registered. Alpha.
Red eyes glowed at me, a loud growl resonating from his throat, sending the few birds in the trees above flying.
"You must be Derek," I said. His growl loudened.
"Who the hell are you? And what are you?" He demanded, his grip tightening on me and admittedly it hurt slightly.
"God you're not as gentle as Scott, are you?" I muttered, squirming slightly in his grip. His arm was across my chest, pinning me to the tree, his other hand shackling my own.
"What have you done to Scott?" He snarled, smashing me back into the tree. My eyes narrowed in interest. So he did care about Scott, even only slightly.
"Nothing," I said, rolling my eyes. I pushed him back easily and he stumbled, losing his grip on me. His eyes widened in surprise that I was somehow stronger than him.
"What are you?" He demanded once again.
I sighed, preparing to explain it again. "A shapeshifter."
"I'm a shapeshifter," he protested.
"Nope," I said, sounding bored. I proceeded to explain to him what I was, how I could transform into three different animals and what I was doing in Beacon Hills.
"A kanima is the thing killing people?" He questioned. I nodded in agreement.
"Yes," I said. "And we need to stop it before it kills even more people. Hav-"
"We?" He interrupted with a growl. "No. You're going to go back to your little Clan or whatever it is and leave this to us. You-"
"Excuse me?" I interrupted him. "I'm sorry. I don't take orders from new, pathetic, emotionally unstable alphas who have no idea what they're doing." I gave him an innocent smile. "But if it makes you happy I'll stay out of your way. Try not to cause anymore problems, will you?'
I winked at him and patted his cheek condescendingly before disappearing, leaving him fuming.
-O-
"So does Allison know?" I asked Scott at lunch the next day. "About, you know, you?"
"Uh yeah," he said. "Yeah she does."
"And you two are…together right?" I said. His eyes snapped to me, wide.
"How did you-..?"
"I'm not oblivious," I pointed out. "So why do you have to keep it a secret?"
Scott sighed. "Her dad's a hunter."
I choked on the chip I was eating, coughing it back and looked up at him. "You're joking right?" I asked. He shook his head. "That is so annoyingly cliche."
"Yeah," Scott said, but he was grinning like an idiot and I assumed he was thinking about Allison.
"Who's Stiles talking to?" I questioned, looking past our table to where Stiles was sitting with a dark skinned boy.
"Oh that's Boyd. Stiles is just getting keys to the ice rink from him. Allison, Stiles, Lydia and I are going on a kinda date there tonight," Scott explained.
"Lydia's the redhead right?" I said.
"Yeah," Scott agreed. I hummed thoughtfully. I had told Scott and Stiles both about my encounter with Derek the night before. Neither were surprised by his behaviour.
"Got 'em," Stiles said, sitting beside me and putting the keys down on the table. "We'll meet at the rink right after you finish work tonight, cool?"
But Scott didn't reply because the whole cafeteria fell silent, all our gazes drawn to one person.
It was a stunning girl. She had blood red lipstick on and her blonde curls fell beautifully down her shoulders. She wore a tight skirt, a leather jacket and cheetah print heels.
But I recognised her scent. It was the epileptic girl, Erica.
She picked up some guys apple and took a bite out of it.
"What, the holly hell, is that?" Lydia asked, leaning on our table. Stiles, Scott and I scrambled to our feet, grabbing our bags and hurried after her. We pushed open the front school doors to see her get in a black camaro with a familiar figure. Derek.
He looked over and smirked at us, winking at me. I glared back at him before he sped away.
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"He's changing people?" I demanded, pacing furiously. Scott and Stiles were leaning back against the lockers as I paced the hallway. "I can't believe he could be so idiotic! Has he changed any others?"
"Yeah this Isaac kid," Stiles offered.
"What the hell is wrong with him?! You said he was a born werewolf, right?" I asked.
"Yeah," Scott and Stiles echoed.
"Then he should know that you're not supposed to turn people! It's dangerous. He risks exposing not only your kind but mine as well, the whole supernatural community!" I half shouted. "Is he crazy?!"
"We have come to the conclusion that yes, yes he is," Stiles offered. I let out a breath, running a hand through my hair, unsure what to do.
-O-
"Hey uh I'm going to head off now," Stiles said, leaning against my door frame. I smiled up at him and stood, walking over to him.
"Have fun," I said. "Scott told me you've had a crush on Lydia for like, ever." I smirked.
Heat flamed on Stiles' cheeks and he tried to shrug it off. "Oh pfft you know I mean-..kinda I guess," he stumbled. I chuckled and wrapped my arm around his shoulders, beginning to lead him down the stairs and outside to his car. I kissed his cheek.
"I'll talk to you later," I said before practically pushing him into his car. He stumbled and almost fell back out before closing the door and giving me two thumbs up, dropping his keys, reaching down to pick them up and accidentally beeping the steering wheel before finally getting the keys into the ignition and with an awkward wave, driving off. I laughed and rolled my eyes.
I went back upstairs when my phone rung. I glanced down to see Kane's name come up, I answered.
"What's happening?" He immediately demanded.
"Oh hey Callie. How are you?" I said sarcastically. "I'm good thanks, how are you Kane?"
He sighed dramatically on the other end. "I'm fine Callie, thanks for asking," he said in a monotone voice.
I grinned before it swiftly left my face. "I met the alpha which I assume turned whoever the kanima is, into the kanima. He's turning people left and right, he's already turned at least two. So far I can't find anything on the kanima. You said that you didn't think it had a scent and I think you're right, which might mean I have to wait till it kills again before I can even try to find it. I know I need to find out who it is and who's controlling it but..easier said then done."
"Ok. Kill the alpha. Get rid of him. If you have to kill the newly turned as well. Try to make it fit in with the pattern of the kanima-"
"Kane," i sighed, interrupting him. "See? This is why I'm your second in lead. We don't just kill people the second they become an issue. We try and deal with them and, if it comes down to it, yes I will take care of the alpha. But I'm not going around killing everyone. If I did how would that make me any better than the kanima? Or the person controlling it? I'll try and get a lead on the kanima. Maybe the murders will be connected. it would make sense. If someone's controlling the kanima then they wouldn't just be killing people for no reason. I'll try and see if I can piece anything together. I just need more time ok?"
He let out a long breath and I just new he was running a hand through his hair. "What would I do without you Callie?" He murmured. I smiled.
"I'll talk to you later," I said. "Love you."
He grunted before hanging up. I rolled my eyes, smiling fondly. Kane was a good person, he just rushed into things, was sometimes irrational. He thought it was best to eliminate a threat rather than dodge one. That's why he had me. We evened each other out. Where he rushed into things I planned them out, but where I was hot tempered and protective he was cool and collected.
That's why our Clan was so functional, because it had two strong shape shifters leading it, even if we were some of the youngest leaders ever heard of.
-O-
Stiles and I rushed up to Scott the next day at lunch.
"You see that?" Stiles said, pointing to a table.
"What, it's an empty table," Scott said.
"Yeah but who's empty table?" I insisted. Scott's eyes widened.
"Boyd."
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"I'm going to go to the ice rink and see if he's there," Scott explained as we walked down the hall.
"Stiles you go to his house and I'll see if I can catch Derek's scent and follow it, try and stall him," I commanded.
"Maybe this isn't entirely our responsibility," Stiles said. "I mean maybe we should let him. Erica looks pretty good, I mean the word sensational comes to mind."
"Yeah and how good is she going to look with a wolfsbane bullet through her head?" I pointed out. Stiles sighed.
"Ok fine. And just by the way, this new found heroism thing is making me very attracted to you," Stiles said. I rolled my eyes at him. "No seriously, you wanna start making out for a minute, just to-"
I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, cupping his neck with my hand. He froze, flailing before I pulled back. "Good?" I asked, clapping my hands together. "Good. Let's go, come on."
I strode off, leaving Stiles and Scott to gape after me.
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I picked up Derek's scent easily but also Erica's. Indecision swept through me. Erica's seemed to head in the direction of Boyd's house and Derek's in the direction of the ice rink. I quickly transformed into my owl and took off, flying above the trees. I didn't let myself get caught up in the feel of the wind through my feathers, the way the earth was so far below me, the way I was free. Boyd's house came into sight and I landed across the road, in the trees quickly transforming and leaving me naked. I could see Erica talking to Stiles when she suddenly lifted a piece of machinery. My eyes widened and using my super speed I was in front of her, catching her wrist before she could hurt him.
Stiles gasped behind me but I ignored him.
Erica's eyes were narrowed, laced with amusement as she scanned my naked body. I smiled.
"I love your new look," I offered. "Your face is actually so pretty," I said, throwing her wrist away and stroking her cheek. "It'd be a shame if I had to ruin it," my eyes darkened. "If you ever try to hurt my friends again, I won't hesitate to snap your neck. Bet your pathetic lycan healing couldn't heal you from that."
I raised my eyebrows and she backed off. I waved her away. "Go run to Derek," i commanded. She glared at me, hate blazing in her eyes but did as I told her, leaving. I turned to Stiles who was gaping at me, his eyes running over my body. I rolled my eyes.
"You ok?" I asked, tilting his chin up so his gaze met mine. He nodded, his mouth open but unable to speak.
"Uh you uh um want my-.." he shrugged his hoodie off, trying to hand it to me but I shook my head.
"All good," i reassured him. "I'm about to go help Scott so I'll transform to get there anyway. Cya you soon." I gave him a peck on the cheek before taking off, changing into my wolf form as I ran. I followed Derek and Scott's scents to lead me to the ice rink. I kept to the shadows so that people didn't see a wolf running around on the streets. I padded into the ice rink in time to see Scott slide two semi-unconscious Erica and Isaac's across the rink to Derek's feet.
"It's true, it is about power," Derek was saying, but Scott's eyes were on me. Derek turned to look at me and his gaze hardened. I transformed back to human, smirking.
"Would you look at that, it's the leather jacket club," I said, seeing as Isaac, Erica and Derek were wearing leather jackets. Derek raised his eyebrows, his eyes raking over my body before coming back to my face. "Mind if I borrow one?" I requested. He smirked and shrugged off his jacket, throwing it to me. I caught it as I walked toward them and shrugged it on, zipping it up. I stopped in front of the two betas lying on the ground, looking down at them.
"Jeez Scott you could have gone a little easy on them," I said, nudging Erica with my foot. Derek smirked, chuckling. I looked to him, crossing my arms. "You gonna put him in his place?" I asked, motioning to Scott. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Go on," I encouraged. My smirk widened. "Try."
Erica and Isaac slowly got to their feet and when they did Derek nodded his head to them and I felt them grab my arms, 'restraining' me. Derek narrowed his eyes at me. I think he knew I could break free of their grip if I wanted. I simply smiled wickedly at him. He turned to Scott and got his claws out and no i most certainly was not envious at how easily he did it. He smashed his head into Scott's before slashing across his stomach and elbowing him in the face. Anger bubbled up inside of me and I flipped Isaac and Erica over, them landing hard against the ice. I caught Derek's next punch, glaring at him. I could feel the power running through his veins, the spark of an alpha. He was strong. But I was stronger. I pushed him back and before he could even get a hit in I wrapped my arm around his neck, putting my hand under his chin. He immediately froze.
"One flick of my wrist and I can snap your neck," I said. "One movement and you're dead."
He glared at me, but knew better than to struggle. I sighed.
"I don't want to kill you Derek," i said. "My leader told me to."
His eyes widened and I could see past the arrogance and greed that were just one layer of him. I could see the fear that swirled within him, the guilt embedded in him, that he'd carried around for so long it was as apart of him as was his wolf.
"But I'm a leader too," I added. "And I make my own decisions. And I'm not going to kill you." My grip on him loosened, but I kept my arm around his neck, our bodies pressed up against each other. "You're not a bad person Derek," I said. "I can-..I can feel it. Shape shifters have the ability to read people. We can tell what type of person you are before we even talk to you. You're scared. Scared of this new power that you have."
His eyes widened in shocked surprise as mine narrowed in concentration. "You were never meant to be the alpha, were you?" I asked. He growled and my grip tightened on him. "What do you feel so guilty about?" I blurted out. His guilt was weighing on me as if it were my own. He pulled back from me, glaring at me. I let him go and the guilt seemed to dissipate, taking the heavy feeling in my chest with it. I sighed, shaking my head. "What a waste," i murmured, looking him up and down. I turned and hooked my arm around Scott, pulling him to his feet. He looked to Boyd, who looked confused and slightly afraid.
"You don't want to be like them," I said.
"You're right," he said, standing from the machine he was riding. He lifted his shirt to reveal a bite and I grimaced, wandering how I hadn't noticed the change in his scent before. "I want to be like you," he said before walking over to Derek. I met Derek's gaze. h
"I'll give you your jacket back when I next see you," I offered. He sent me a dark glare and turned away. "Not very friendly is he?" I commented to Scott. Scott gaped at me before letting out a chuckle.
-O-
A/N: Was that completely and utterly horrible? Yes? No? Please review and leave me a comment! I promise I'll update my other story ASAP! Sorry! Please stick with me and this story, I know it's not going so well at the moment but give it a chance! I love you all heaps xxx until next time.