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𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 - 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟒/𝐄𝟓
The four had left the clinic and Derek had insisted on taking the two werewolves somewhere, to prove that Scott would be wrong to trust the Argent's. He hadn't given them any clue as to where he was going to take them, just that Stiles had to drop them off at his burnt house in order for him to pick up his car. Stiles had advocated against going with the three, he had seen enough 'werewolf shit' for the day were his exact words.
Skylar hopped out of the jeep, her grey eyes widened the second they landed on the beautiful car that was parked outside of the burnt house. A black Chevrolet Camaro to be precise. It was definitely one of her top ten favourite cars, she just wished she had the money to purchase one because best believe she'd have that bad boy if she could.
"Dude, no way is that your car." She enthused as she began walking closer to the car to get a better look at it, her finger trailed along the paint job.
"No, It's just parked in front of my house for the fun of it." Derek answered sarcastically with the tiniest of smiles, earning an eye roll from the younger girl.
Scott had stayed quiet the whole journey to the burnt house, and he remained silent as he stepped towards the Camaro. Before he was even given the chance to sit in the passenger seat, the brunette raced past him screaming 'shotgun' before jumping into the seat with a satisfied smirk.
The car ride towards their destination was pretty much silent and full of awkwardness, just like it had been on the way to the werewolves house. They weren't in the car for long, it had only felt like a five minute drive and when she looked out of the window she noticed they had pulled into Beacons Crossing Home parking lot.
"What are we doing here?" Scott questioned, clearly just as confused as his best friend.
Derek had completely ignored the teens question, gesturing for the two to follow him as he entered the building. He led them to a room that was dark, the only light source available was the glow of the moon peeking through the blinds on the windows. In the middle of the room sat a man in a wheelchair, his head tilted to one side, a side they couldn't see.
"Who is he?" Scott questioned, his brown orbs flickering from Derek to the man in front of them.
"My uncle. Peter Hale."
Skylar frowned at the man in the wheelchair, she actually felt sorry for him and she felt especially sorry for Derek. It must've been hard for him, dealing with the fire, his family's deaths and his uncle in here, having to go through it all by himself.
"Is he like you? A werewolf?"
"You mean like us." Skylar interrupted, since they were both werewolves now too and he just completely disregarded that.
