Chapter Ten: Co-Captain

I stayed hidden behind the counter. I heard voices and more glass crunching. I slipped a hand over my mouth trying to control my breathing and heart rate. My head was starting to pound in earnest.

A hand clamped down on my shirt and tugged me up and over the counter. I pushed against Peter and struggled. Suddenly I felt his claw dig into my side.

"I don't want to hurt you, in fact you are the only person I don't want to hurt. However, I won't be letting you out of my sight any time soon so if I were you I would stop struggling," he murmured. I went still and he yanked me out of the hospital. Derek followed. I shot him a glare but he shook his head. I was pulled into another car and placed in the backseat.

"Derek, drive to the school," Peter ordered sliding in beside me. His arm slid around my shoulders and he nuzzled my neck. I tried shifting away from him but he just pulled me closer.

"Please stop," I whimpered as I felt his tongue touch my skin. He pulled away and I saw that the burn had faded from his face. He looked normal now.

"Why?" he asked,

"Because I don't like you," I whispered, "You scare me."

"I don't want to scare you," he breathed in my ear.

"Then let me go," I replied. His eyes bored into mine and then his arm slid away from me. I quickly moved over to the other side of the car and wondered how badly it would hurt to jump out of the car right now.

We reached the school and Peter took my hand.

"What the hell is going on?" I hissed to Derek. He refused to answer and I thought about strangling him. Derek walked behind me so i was basically trapped. Even if I could get out of Peter's hold they would catch me before I had gone two steps. Peter led us down to the men's locker room.

"Shut off the lights," he murmured to Derek before walking inside. His hand was still tight around mine.

We walked into the dark locker room. I heard a shower running.

"Am I going to have to see a naked man because that's going a little far?" I muttered.

"You will never see another man naked," he replied. I jerked on his hand.

"I don't want to see you naked," I snapped. He just gave me a smirk and continued to walk. We reached the showers and Peter snared a lacrosse stick. I saw Scott.

"Scott," I blurted. He turned and I saw Derek on the other side of him.

"Arisa," he stopped when he saw Peter and his eyes grew dark, "Are you alright?" I gave a small nod.

"Physically," I told him. Scott was tense and took a few steps toward me. Peter let out a small growl and tugged me behind him.

"Don't," I stopped Scott, "I'm fine."

"Now, stop looking at my mate so we can talk Scott," Peter growled. I slapped his arm.

"Be nice," I said without thinking. Peter glanced at me with confusion in his eyes but I ignored him.

The fear Peter sparked in me was fading. The way he acted told me that I could punch him and he wouldn't do anything.

Peter began to talk to Scott and I looked around the locker room for a weapon. Just because Peter wouldn't hurt me, didn't mean that I wanted to stick around him. There was a dumbbell on the bench. Peter was still talking to Scott. I glanced over at Derek who was looking at the ground.

Peter suddenly let me go and walked over to Scott. I lunged for the dumbbell. Derek lunged for me. I closed my fingers around the cool metal and swung. It connected with Derek's head. There was a sick thud and he collapsed. Scott crumpled to the floor twitching in pain. I swung again and the weight slammed into the back of Peter's skull. He crashed to the ground and I ran to Scott.

"Scott, please be ok," I breathed shaking his shoulder. After a long time he gasped out of whatever was going on.

"What did you see?" I asked. He just gave me a panicked look.

"Pain, lots of pain," he whispered.

I managed to get home without any craziness. I headed into the house and saw Stiles drinking milk straight from the jug. I rolled my eyes at him and headed into the dining room where dad had papers strewn across the entire table. I sat down next to him.

"Hey, need anything?" I asked quietly. I felt Stiles come up behind me.

"You know, if you could pour me an ounce of whiskey, that'd be great." Stiles and I glanced at each other and I nodded slowly. He went to the liquor cabinet and poured dad his shot. I saw a little more than an ounce in there. I shot a hard glare at Stiles and gave me a look that said, you know he won't talk to you any other way. I blew some hair from my face. Just because I knew it, didn't mean I liked it. He handed me the glass and bottle before grabbing his jacket to head over to Scott's.

"Any leads?" I asked.

"You know Derek Hale would be a lot easier for us to catch if we could get an actual picture of him." I slipped a picture out from under a folder and saw Derek or most of him at least. His eyes sent out a glare at the camera.

Dad and I kept talking while I started sorting through his folders. We talked for a while about the case and Derek and all the animal attacks.

"I checked with animal control. Did you know that incidents of wild animal reports were up 70% in the last few months? It's like everything has gone crazy. Dad was drunk. I could hear it and smell it on his breath. I felt guilty for continuously giving him more alcohol and we had talked.

"Or something scared them out," I replied to dad's words. I needed to tell Scott. The alpha had something to do with this. It must be him scaring all the wildlife out.

"You know I miss talking to you." I didn't really hear him as I tugged my cellphone from my pocket.

"I'll be right back. I've got to make a call," I told him standing up and heading for the kitchen.

"I do. I miss it," he murmured, "And I miss your mom." I stopped at his words and turned. I felt my heart break at the look of pure sorrow on my father's face. He looked bone-tired and strained even drunk. He reached for the bottle and started to tip it towards his glass. I slipped my fingers around his hand and gently pulled it back. The battle fell back against the table with a clink.

"Thanks," he breathed. I gazed at my father feeling tears prick my eyes. I leaned down and pressed a kiss into his cheek.

"Come on dad," I whispered. I helped him stand then wrapped my arm around his. I led him up the steps helping him when he stumbled. I got him into his bedroom and onto his bed. I pulled the blankets up around him. It was hard to see him looking like this, so defeated. My dad was the sheriff. He was strong and fearless.

I hated that he was hurting again. But then again, I didn't know if he had ever stopped.

I headed over to Scott's house. I parked out in the street behind a car I had never seen before. I stepped out and headed for the door as I dropped my keys into my bag.

"Hello Arisa," a smooth voice greeted me. I jerked to a stop and looked up.

Peter Hale stood at the door. He grinned at me but I saw the feral light in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed. His grin widened.

"I'm here to take Melissa out to dinner," he replied. The door opened and I saw Melissa McCall step through the door. She looked beautiful.

I wanted to rip her face off. Irrational, flaming hot jealousy swept through me making my hands shake with anger. I didn't want them going out to dinner. I wanted to slam the door on her pretty face and make Peter leave. Peter was smirking at me as I stepped back. The jealousy was burning through my veins. I wanted to punch Melissa for ever thinking she could take what was mine.

Mine. I stopped and stumbled back a few more steps. Peter wasn't mine. I didn't want him to be mine and I didn't want to be his.

"H-Have a nice night," I stammered.

"Are you ok?" Melissa asked. I kept my gaze away from Peter.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just really tired," I told her. She nodded and looped her arm through Peter's. I watched them head towards Peter's car before walking inside the house. Scott and Stiles raced down the stairs a moment later.

"We have to do something. He'll hurt her if we don't," Scott said.

"Um, we need to interrupt their date. How can we do that without her knowing it was you?"

"I...I could follow her and hit the back of their car. That would be enough right. We'd have to file an accident report and she'd want to make sure no one was hurt," Stiles suggested.

"Ok, Scott and I will head out. You stay here and wait for her to get back," Scott told me. I nodded and they headed out.

Being alone wasn't good for me. It gave me time to think.

I was still jealous. And I hated it.