Her world comes crumbling down as secrets from her past uncovers itself. Lies after lies making her wonder what was real. Beside trying to discover her parents lies, life in Beacon Hills just became a lot difficult.
book 2
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Cold water surrounds her as she dives into the cold lake. She swam deeper and deeper until she was satisfied. The feeling of being underwater was comforting and peaceful. She looked over to her hands and flicked out her claws, admiring it.
Derek had taught her control before she left to New York. She was able to control her transformation and was damn good at it too. She titled her head back feeling the comfort before kicking her feet to the surface.
"Isn't a little late for a swim?" Her eyes search in the dark until it landed on her favourite sour wolf. He stood straight with his arms crossed in black clothing making it harder for her to see him.
"It's calming." She answered, swimming to her belongings she left on a rock.
"How's the search for them?"
Since her lessons with Derek, he had been stressed over his betas missing four months. The two informed that they were planning on leaving the pack way before they were missing. It turned out to be Allison faking the howls in order to catch them. This time, Derek had no idea as to their whereabouts.
"I'm not sure."
"Can I help?" she asks as Derek handed her a fluffy grey towel by his feet. She sent him a 'thank you smile' before she started drying herself.
They had this connection where they could communicate perfectly with their expressions. Not that he had any but it was enough for her to understand what he was thinking or about to say. She blamed it all on the time she spent training with him in the charred Hale house.
"I don't need you hurt." He huffed out as he avoided eye contact. She dramatically gasps and places her hand on her chest.
"What a gentleman." She motions him to turn around as she began putting her clothes on. Blue baby tank top with cargo pants and a similar but more fitted black leather jacket. She tucked her dagger into her waistband, covered by her jacket and slipped on her vans.
Derek frowned his brows when he heard her heartbeat fading. He turned around and saw her already walking away from him. Her lights were so light even the alpha barely noticed it she had moved.
"Where are you going?" he asked, taking a couple steps forward. The brunette answered his question with her back still facing him.
"The hospital."
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The motorcycle purrs as she rides in it the dimmed, silent street. Over the break, Lyra had been working twice as much at the animal clinic and even got a raise. Using the money she earned, she bought a decent, sleek black motorcycle reasonable for its price. The hard part was convincing her sister to allow her to use it.
Lyra kicked off the motorcycle, killing the engine before making her way to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital with a home cooked dinner in hand.
"Melissa." She greeted with a smile as she sets the food on the desk.
