" 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 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 . 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲
Come on Stiles, where are you?
I was running through the empty, dark hallways of the school in search of my missing best friend. I had just finished talking to Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles had apparently made several goals during the game and he was nervous of foul play from the other team.
I was nervous of foul play from our team—Gerard. I was scared and upset. Where was my best friend? Did Gerard hurt him? I was devastatingly upset I missed the shining moment of Stiles making his first goal—and I missed him make more than one! That was never going to happen again! And it definitely wasn't going to happen if he was dead. My heeled boots clicked through the hallway, bouncing echoes off the wall that creeped me out. Staring ahead of me in the hallway, I saw two familiar silhouettes standing in the middle of the hall. Ugh no, not now. Why were they here? Together? Walking quickly up to the pair, I glared Peter down.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Derek, still staring at Peter.
"I need to find Scott."
"What's he doing here?" I spat.
"It's time for Scott to know about all this." Peter answered. I nodded willingly, feeling obliged. Scott needed to know. It had been a while since the events, only Stiles knew. Ew it was like I had some kind of connection with Peter. Double ew. I snapped out of it and turned to Derek.
"Stiles is missing. I think Gerard took him."
"Told you he's already one step ahead." Peter rang.
"Was I talking to you?" I asked with the raise of my perfectly sculpted brows. I turned back to talking to Derek, and Derek only.
"He took Isaac during the game. Hunters did, Jackson paralyzed him."
"There's hunters here too?"
"Don't worry about them, Scott and I took care of that." I waved off.
"Where's Scott?" Derek wondered.
"Locker room with Isaac."
"Let's go." He urged. I stood glued in my spot, my arms crossed over my chest.
"Not with him. I hate him."
"Hate? Hate is such a strong word, Katherine. For someone who spent weeks inside your head, I feel like we should have a mutual liking towards each other."
