" 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 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 . 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥
My world had turned silent and numb as I looked onto the disaster scene in front of me. The cold air lifted my hair in back of me and nipped at the bare skin my dress failed to cover. Amongst me, Allison and Scott shared a kiss in the midst of the stressful moment. The fire against the dry brush was beginning to extinguish itself and the rest of the onlookers were still in shock. I was the most flabbergasted out of all of them. I stood there for a while, with parted lips and glassy eyes, my numbing body sinking in the fact that Peter had gotten away from us seconds before he would meet his downfall. My head blocked out everything, sounds and pain, everything except the cold, hard, awareness that Peter was still coming after me. After everything we went through, he was still out there. Stiles had said my name, but I was to far into my own world to hear it. Though I was taken out of the world when I was engulfed into a warm embrace by the familiar lanky frame of my best friend.
"Katherine, you're okay." Stiles tightly hugged me. The warmth of his skin soaked through his shirt and his hands were hot on my back. "Where have you been? What happened? You didn't answer your phone and we've been looking for you the past two," Stiles took his arms away from me, "days, and, and, Katherine, is this blood?" Stiles looked at the red stain on his hands and white dress shirt. I looked at the red liquid spread across his hands. No doubt that was my blood. A shiver was sent up my spine. I hated blood and I saw too much of it today.
"What happened?" My broken eyes trailed over to Allison.
"Kate happened." Stiles looked over to Derek and hardly noticed the blood spots on his shirt and black jeans.
"What do you mean Kate happened?"
"She shot us."
"She shot you guys?" He repeated. "Kat, you need to go to a hospital."
"No," I disagreed, looking around for any signs of Peter.
"Stop being stubborn for—"
"No. What I want right now is to go home." I turned around and went to go get my heels from where Peter had placed them. Behind me, Stiles looked shocked as he looked at my back. My hair had been covering it before but now he could clearly see the wound in my shoulder, the lines left by Kate's knife, and the bruises I received from being beaten for information.
"What the hell did she shoot you with?" Stiles asked Derek, who seemed to look angry as usual.
"Foam darts. What do you think she shot us with? Arrows!" He snapped. The blackened soles of my feet slid into the heels and finally turned around to face Stiles and Derek. Stiles was looking at me with fear spread across his face.
