Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
Derek spent almost half an hour pulling out the glass from my body. After he was done, I went to leave but I heard someone coming and I didn't want anyone to know I was here. I looked up and saw a metal beam, I jumped and climbed as I hid above the beam. I didn't expect to see Ms. Blake come running in, "Derek? Derek, where are you?" she shouted.
Derek looked up at me, and I held my finger to my lips. As he looked back down. "Right here."
She ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. "Thank God! Something happened at the recital, at the school, okay? I need to tell you before you hear it from them."
"From who?" he asked.
"Scott and Stiles... They're gonna tell you things– things you cant believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me." She asked.
"What is it?" Derek asked.
"Promise you'll listen to me."
"I promise," Derek promised her.
I stood up ready to jump down and kill her because she was completely brainwashing him. But when she kissed him nothing happened, was I finally in control of my powers? Or is Derek not the one for me?
"They're already here, aren't they?" she said pulling back from the kiss.
Scott and Stiles came into the room, "So, they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"
"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott corrected.
Ms. Blake scoffed, "Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour– that way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. Makes perfect sense."
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Stiles tearfully asked, "Where's my dad?"
"How should I know? Derek, tell me you don't believe this?" she asked.
"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" Derek asked crossing his arms.
"No!" she yelled.
"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia," Scott said.
"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that!" she said stupidly.
"What do you know?" Derek asked more angrily.
"I know that these boys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story– And one they can't prove, by the way."
"What if we can?" Scott said questioningly as he held up a small bottle of ash.
