𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟷𝟶《𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙺𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙰 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I raise my hand and ring the buzzer for Derek's loft before tucking my hair behind my ear as I wait.

"Hello?" Peter's voice comes through the speaker.

"It's Natalia McCall. I'm here to see Cora" I explain.

"The witch?" Peter asks curiously.

"Yes. The witch" I grumble in annoyance.

The door buzzes and I pull the door open, heading up the stairs. I push the loft door open and I'm immediately met with Peter, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

"I don't know if I like you yet" He declares.

"The feeling is mutual, grandpa" I retort and he rolls his eyes, walking away.

Cora appears from the next room and I squeal, attracting her attention.

"Coco!" I shriek, running at her and throwing my arms around her neck.

"Lia" She laughs, wrapping her arms around my smaller frame.

"I was so worried about you. I called and I text and I emailed and I FaceTimed and I-" I ramble but she cuts me off, slapping her hand over my mouth.

"I'm okay now, but thanks for caring" She teases me and I roll my eyes, pushing her hand away from me.

"You are such a bitch" I huff and she chuckles, shaking her head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing" She responds and I shrug, smiling widely.

"Sometimes it is" I reply.

"How are things at the McCall household?" She asks "I heard your brother is a werewolf"

"Things are actually not bad. It's been pretty easy settling in, almost too easy" I answer "And yeah. Your uncle bit him"

"Peter, am I right?" She scoffs and I giggle, nodding.

"Are you doing okay? You know, after being kidnapped and all" I ask in concern and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm good. I feel great" She answers and I raise a brow, making her huff in annoyance "I'm being serious, Lia. I'm not fazed by anything"

"Yeah, because your a stone cold bitch" I retort and she smiles in amusement.

"And you're a sensitive little baby" She insults me, causing me to gasp.

"I am not!" I argue.

"You're just proving me right by getting offended...baby" She smirks.

"You whore" I snap.

"You got the wrong bitch" She sasses me.

"Are you two bonding or arguing? I can't tell" Peter asks, entering the room.

"Shut up, Peter" We huff in unison and he holds his hands up in mock surrender.