Great Losses [Spurious Sequel] ✶On Hold✶

[2] The Case Of The Not So Good Ideas

Claire:

Another ruffle of hair followed by fast pacing back and forth. I think it's the...twelfth time in the past minute. I'm staring to get more nervous then I already am to begin with, and I think I'm on the verge of breaking my laptop in half and going to eat.

Typing the last box in and hitting send, I shut my laptop and look over at the blue eyed teenwolf. "Isaac you're going to end up on the bottom floor if you keep pacing back and forth."

He looks back at the table that I'm sitting at before sighing and running his hand through his hair--again. "Sorry, it's just that I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous." He pauses and shakes his head.

"You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him." Isaac says and I can't help but nod my head in agreement. Peter not only black-mailed me, but also got me into a heap load of trouble with him destroying a hunter's storage locker over the summer.

They found out and since they already don't like me, well they automatically thought of blaming me for what happened. So that ended with Derek and I getting attacked. Oh, and not to mention that he likes sneaking up on me almost all the time.

"Ya I'm kinda starting to think that we really shouldn't let him do it." I lean my chin on the palm of my hand and look over at Derek. He doesn't glance up from who knows what book he's reading despite Isaac's and mine's stares.

"He knows how to do it. I don't." He replies, flipping through another page. "Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself."

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd...well, I'd trust Scott." Isaac admits, finally making Derek look up.

"Do you trust me?" He asks his young beta simply.

"Yeah." Issac's answer causes another look down at his book. "I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him." Derek deadpans, not really caring that it's his own uncle he's taking about.

"Yup, he's right. Peter is a douchnozzle and nobody likes douchnozzles."

The loft door opens and in comes Mr. douchnozzle himself, strutting like he owns the place as usual. He looks at the three of us with a displeased grin on his face. Must have heard what we said. I wave and grin, just to annoy him even more.

"Boys, and girl. F.y.i, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works." He waves his hands around as he walks further into the loft. "So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."

Derek looks up at his uncle with an impassive stare and slams his book shut. "We don't like you." He stands up, and I stare down at the table trying to hold in my laugh. "Now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough." Peter claps his hands together before removing his coat and tossing it on the metal table. I give Isaac a reassuring thumbs up as he moves to sit on a chair in the middle of the room.

"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm." He flicks out his claws and walks to stand behind Issac.

Isaac shifts in his seat uncomfortably. "How do you know how to do this, again?"

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas since it's a skill that requires alot of practice. Mainly because of the fact that the slightest hiccup can leave someone paralyzed or worse, dead." The words just spill out of my mouth, causing the three of them to look in my direction.

"I got stressed last night, and whenever that happens I can't sleep so I either read or eat." A sheepishly smile forms on my mouth.

"You...you've had alot of practice, though, right?" Isaac asks with a terrified yet hopeful tone to his voice as he looks over his shoulder at Peter.