That Girl (A Derek Hale Love Story)

Chapter 36

EDITED

Despite really not wanting to, Haylie went home and made sure every window and door was locked behind her. Her dad wasn't home yet and she was sure it would be a while before Stiles was. So, she settled in her room, closing the curtains and blinds to make sure she could be completely alone. She couldn't even bear to turn the light on so instead she crawled into bed and stared at the window, unsure of whether she wanted him to show or not.

It was 4:20 when Haylie couldn't stand the dreams anymore. The dreams of Derek's hands on her body. His lips on her chest and the lies from his mouth of how they belonged to each other. How he loved her. She sat up in bed, her eyes falling on 'his side' of her double bed. She knew she he shouldn't even have a side. She was 17, her boyfriend shouldn't have a side of the bed in her house but he did. He told her as much.

Every time she sat down on it, he would pick her up and place her on the other side. She knew why he stayed on that side. It wasn't because it was closest to the door. It was closest to the window. The window that her eyes drifted back towards when she remembered he didn't come.

Instead of thinking about it too much, she pulled herself from bed and headed downstairs to get some water. As she stood at the sink with her glass of water she tried to replay what had happened in her mind. She tried to find any kind of hint or warning that what he had done wasn't the terrible thing she thought it was. That he was doing it for her and Scott.

But nothing came. He had said Peter wouldn't hurt her. That he had promised but that wasn't enough. Derek should have killed him just to make sure. Derek should have killed him.

She repeated it again and again. But it didn't change anything.

Haylie pulled herself back upstairs and instead of climbing into the bed that still smelled slightly like him, she sat down at her desk and opened her laptop.

Anchor Riding

She typed the name for the first time and hit search but nothing really came up that she wanted.

There was a shop about 2 hours drive away called 'For the Riding' but it just looked like a bookshop so she opened a new tab and typed 'Anchor Massacre'.

Again, the same shop but what caught her attention was the link to Wikipedia. She scanned the page for anything that Derek hadn't already told her. But the only thing that stuck out to her was the name of the Alpha that had killed Anchor. 'Charles Hellend'. She searched the page but it didn't even have a location.

She opened up another tab. 'Werewolf Weakness'. Of course the results on this would be endless. Silver, wolfsbane, just endless theories on the way to kill them. Nothing about the legend of a pretty girl that became a hunter.

As Haylie sat back in her chair, she looked down to the link to a chatroom. What was the worse thing that could happen? An unsolicited dick pic?

What do you know about Anchors?

As expected there was a few arseholes making comments about boats but then a serious answer popped up which moved Haylie over to a private chat. Teacheranddreamer89 started to type.

Anchors are the most powerful weapons against werewolves.

Haylie frowned and moved forward in her seat to type back. Are the legends true? About the massacre.

Yes.

Do you know where it happened?

The typing started but then cut out numerus times before an answer finally came. No. It's very low key for a reason. The werewolves who do know, tend to keep it to themselves.