" 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 𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 . 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞
I wasn't too sure how I saw it or how I managed to get to it, but I found the Camaro. It was parked outside the Hale house, the keys left and forgotten on the drivers seat. The storm brewing outside was making Beacon Hills a living hell. The rain was torrential, the thunder shook the ground, the lightning was like a never ending camera flash going off, and the wind seemed like it would stir up a tornado. Beacon Hills wasn't made for storms like this. We were in northern California, not somewhere where you got something like a category five hurricane. The whether was nothing short of supernatural, so my one guess was that Jennifer was somehow causing it. I was borderline insane for driving out in this, but all I could think about at the moment was killing Jennifer Blake. Her name was lit up in lights in my head, and the thought of killing her and saving everyone was making me even more power hungry. That sickening, paralyzing feeling was slowly slipping away and turning into something different—something unexplainable. I could feel power rushing through my blood—through every muscle and bone in my body. It was like an adrenaline rush on steroids. All the pain was turning into some sick strength. My eyes glanced to the rearview mirror, seeing my iris' continue to flicker gold. As the moon slowly approached its apex, they were glowing stronger.
"Damn it." I muttered, silently cursing at myself for letting my mind wander again. My driving became worse and worse every time my mind would think about the present problem. It wasn't something I could exactly focus all my attention on since I could barely see out the windshield due to all the debris and rain flying my way, but I trekked on. At almost 85 miles per hour I was headed in the direction of the abandoned distillery right outside of Beacon Hills. That's where Jennifer was headed and probably already was. Scott had sent her a video showing that him and Deucalion were there playing the waiting game. I sped up, veered left, braked a couple times and dodged flying debris threatening to damage Derek's car. My reflexes, which seemed to be a hundred times faster and more agile now, were helping me steer the Camaro through the typhoon. If I crashed this thing, Derek would probably kill me. Taking a quick glance at the clock, my heart skipped a beat seeing the time:
3:37 AM.
The lunar eclipse was just upon us, it was a mere couple minutes away and I wasnt as close to ripping Jennifer's throat out as I wanted to. My foot pressed down on the gas, the car jumping forward. Before I could have the satisfactory feeling of watching the car hitting 90, I hissed and squeezed my eyes shut in pain. I could feel a horrible stabbing in my gums—the fangs were coming back. It'd happened twice already, it was like I couldn't control the shift. With every inching second of the eclipse, the more I found I was turning. Blood lust and strength were taking over my every thought and emotion. It would either help me through this or end up killing me. A scream finally escaped my mouth as a large broken off branch came hurdling straight for the windshield. I veered the car to the side, steering it off the road. My foot slammed on the brakes and my body jolted forward, my head hitting the steering wheel and my body smashing back into the leather seat, causing a rattling headache to ricochet through my brain. I threw the car back into reverse as soon as I recollected my thoughts but all that moved was my heart—all the way into my stomach. I pressed on the gas even more, trying to get the car out of whatever it was stuck in but all I heard were tires stuck in the ground. The car had lost all traction and mobility. I was stuck.
