" 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...
"So what's the plan?" I walked into the kitchen, taking my hair down from the ponytail it was in. I had just returned from the best shower of my life. Ten pounds of dirt, blood, and sweat rolled off my skin and sunk down the drain.
"What's the plan?" Scott repeated, "You just got shot last night and now you're asking what the plan is?" Scott stood up from sitting at the kitchen table. Stiles was rummaging through the fridge, holding something between his teeth.
"He means how are you feeling?" Stiles mumbled through a mouth full of food.
"Great. Actually, better than ever." I surprisingly admitted. "Where'd Derek go?"
"Outside." Scott answered.
"So I'm taking it that you two are perfectly fine again. You can back out at any time, you know. He's Derek I-don't-have-one-emotional-bone-in-my-body Hale. He scares me, and he has the ability to rip all our throats out." Stiles wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Which he won't. And I'm taking it that if he's outside, he could hear every word you're saying right now." Stiles' eyes grew wide.
"Make sure he doesn't kill me." He pleaded.
"You're on your own for that one." Stiles groaned. "Oh my God, my parents." I realized in utter shock. "They must have a search party for me going all the way to Mexico."
"Actually, no. Courtesy of our brilliant thinking, they bought that you were sleeping at Allison's."
"That's the oldest excuse in the book." I reached for the phone stuffed in my pocket and preceded to dial in my mother's number.
"I know but, apparently, they're out on a business trip till tomorrow night and then they've got another one in three days."
"How do you know all this?" I asked, pressing the call button and pressing my phone up to my ear.
"We're tried to sell the 'Katherine' performance. I think we did a pretty good job." Stiles smiled. I rolled my eyes, but in a happy way...if that was possible. My eyes darted to the already made coffee Stiles had brewed up earlier and I placed the phone so it was cocked between my ear and shoulder.
"Hello?" My mom answered. I even missed her voice from the days I was gone.
"Hey, mom." I began pouring the coffee into a white ceramic mug.
