" 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 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 . 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞
Was it possible to have a semi headache? Because if it wasn't, I could prove that theory wrong. My head felt clear, actually for the first time in a while. But at the same time, I had a horrible aching in my head. It was the kind that made you feel like your brain was about to explode. It was like when you didn't want to open your eyes because with any notion of light, you'd feel sick. Quietly, almost silently, I groaned. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and took a deep breath while coming out of unconsciousness. When I breathed in, I could detect the overwhelming scent of mold and dust in the air. It clogged my lungs. My eyes flickered open and focused on a figure hovering over me. I was in somewhat darkness, so it was safe to say I was safe from my head exploding from light exposure. My vision focused on the figure and recognized him as Dr. Deaton. What was he doing here? Actually...where was here?
"Katherine, are you okay?" He urgently asked, backing away so I had room to breathe. Slowly sitting up, I realized I was on the dusty floor of the Hale house. How'd I get here? My eyes immediately fell on where Derek had buried Peter. The floorboards were broken; it looked like a bomb had gone off.
"He's alive." I gasped, guessing from the scene in front of me. "What did I do?" I asked Deaton, who looked tense.
"I'm not quite sure." He shook his head. A few feet away laid an unconscious Derek. He was bleeding, bruised, and torn up. What had happened to him?
"Oh my God, Derek." I hastily crawled over to him, placing my hands on his shoulders and lightly shaking him. I began searching for a pulse on his wrist, then his neck.
"Derek. Derek!" He wouldn't answer, "Derek, wake up." I tried to coax him out of his sleep. Deaton crouched beside me and went searching through his pocket and grabbed a silver object, putting it to his mouth. A quiet, high-pitched sound came out of it and Derek's eyes shot open with a gasp.
"That—that sound. What was it?" Derek weakly tried to sit up. I helped him. Deaton held up a dog whistle with a smile on his face. Derek snorted a sarcastic laugh. He stood up to soon, almost falling over but thankfully he had Deaton to catch him and get him steady on his feet.
"You're going to be weak for several hours. Both of you." He let go of Derek's shoulders and lent down a hand to help me up. I put a hand to my temple to stop the pulsating headache I was acquiring. I couldn't remember anything. It hurt to think. Derek was heavily breathing, looking at his forearm...why was he looking there?
"It actually happened." He realized.
"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha. But as usual, not a particularly competent one." Deaton commented.
