"Peter Im coming weather you like it or not." I argued.
He hung up with a grunt and I turned off my phone before we took off in the plane.
Might as well watch some TV for 5 hours. Or should I sleep. Oh, or eat! Ugh, I hate being bored.
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"Hello Beacon Hills" I smirked.
The taxi did a U-turn and went back to Sacramento with my 20 bucks. Turns out if you complain to the driver, he charges more.
I decided to call Derek to pick me up but he didn't answer, so I'm left with Peter.
"Peter come pick me up!" I shouted into the phone and hung up.
He can smell his way to me. I'm not gonna waist my energy on telling him. He's so not worth it.
A jeep pulled up with two boys in it. The geeky one was driving and a guy with a crooked jaw was in the passenger side.
"Hey, Im Scott and this is Stiles. Derek sent us to pick you up."
"Usually I wouldn't get in a car with strangers, but Derek is lazy so I believe you."
I opened up the door to the back seat and buckled myself in. Stiles then started driving.
"So...are you guys all wolves?" I questioned.
"No. Stiles isn't."Scott replied.
"Maybe not, but I was possessed by an evil spirit....Very evil." he defended.
"What about now?" I raised my left eyebrow.
"Better" he mumbled.
I smiled and looked outside at the small town. The last time I was here was when my house burned to the ground killing almost everyone.
"So...wheres Derek?" I asked
"Probably with Lydia trying to figure out a code." Stiles replied.
"Code?"
"Yeah, there's a dead pool of supernatural beings in Beacon hills and assassins are trying to kill them for money. To find out who's on it, we need a code." Stiles explained in one breath.
"Oh. Am I on it?"
"I don't know." Scott said.
"Oh, okay"
The rest of the car ride was silent. Stiles turned on the radio. It was playing "Animals" by Maroon5.
"How ironic" Stiles laughed.
I glanced over at him and smirked at his comment. He looked at me through the mirror and gave me small smile back.
We arrived at Derek's loft. When I opened the metal door a knife was thrown at my face.
Good thing I'm a werewolf with good reflexes. I was able to catch it before it hit me between the eyes.
"Woah! What the h*** Derek!?" I exclaimed.
"Sorry Chloe, I thought you were Stiles." He shrugged.
"Weren't you with Lydia?" Stiles scoffed.
"I was, but she didn't find out the code, so I got bored." he replied.
I nodded because that sounded like him. I walked up to Derek and gave him a huge hug.
He was the one who carried me out of the burning house. If he didn't I would've been dead with rest of my family.
It was either me or no one. We thought Peter would've died, but he managed to escape and then fall into a coma.
"How was Alaska?"
"Ehh. I still haven't found an anchor" I sighed harshly.
"Hopefully you'll find one. A true alpha needs one." Derek reminded me for the 18,000,000th time.
"True alpha!" Scott shouted.
"Yeah. Ever since I was 12. It's been 3 years now. What about it?"
"I'm also a true alpha . I'm just surprised your one. There aren't many out there." Scott explained.
"Yep."
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Alpha Beta Omega
WerewolfChloe Hale has been in Alaska with her moms friend, trying to find an anchor to keep her in control. It's been 12 years so her moms friend called up Peter and told him to take her back. Maybe something or someone in Beacon Hills can help her. ABO