" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟. 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
Derek was speeding along the empty streets, driving back to his house in a hurry.
"That's it? Two words?"
"I told you, Allison introduced us, he said hi." I paused, "but, he did ask Allison what number Scott was, I told him though."
"Damn it," Derek growled, "I knew it!"
"He possibly knows about Scott."
"What? No. Hold on for a second, can you explain to me what the hell's going on?"
"You just gained an enemy." Derek announced.
"Me? Why? Mr. Argent seems really nice. Creepy, but nice."
"Chris Argent and his family are werewolf hunters. He knows about me and now he has suspicions about Scott. Now that you were seen with me, he's most likely going to think you're part of the pack."
"Are you kidding me?" Derek wasn't one to kid. The expression on his face endorsed that thought. Derek's grip on the steering wheel tensed.
"He's known about me for a while. Scott's his next target, maybe even you. You were seen with me, alone. And you hang out with Scott on a daily basis. He's going to either think you're part of my pack now, he's going to be watching you." Before I could reply to ask how Chris Argent knew about Derek, we pulled up into Derek's house. He shut off the car and after letting out a deep, shaky, breath, his grip on the wheel loosened. He got out of the car, forcefully closing the door behind him. Derek's hands turned into fists. Okay maybe that was my queue to get out of here. After awkwardly sitting in the car for five more seconds, I opened my door and stood behind it as I called to Derek.
"You're not going to turn from being pissed, right?" I wondered, leaning onto the door.
"No, unlike your friend I can control my shifts." He snapped. I bit my lip, not knowing what to say next. Lucky for me, I watched as Derek's fists loosened and returned straight to his sides. He sighed. My head rose up to see the house. At night, it looked scarier than it did during the day. It was like a haunted house. If ghosts were real, I'd be almost sure that they'd reside in there. Derek noticed my eyes glancing over the destroyed home.
"I know it's not much," He paused, following me gaze up to the top, "but it used to be."
"It looks like it used to be beautiful." I somehow got myself to admit. I had to be an idiot to be talking about this. From what Stiles said, his family died in this house.
