𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 || Book 1

2.11 Battlefield

I was sitting in the counselor's office, across from Ms. Morrell who was asking how I was doing. More people had found out about my true identity, that I was adopted, but I had a feeling that she knew more than she said she did. She kind of reminded me of Deaton.

"How am I?" I repeat what she had just asked me, "I'm great. 100% great. Not dealing with any problem whatsoever."

Ms. Morrell just stared at me, thinking that I was lying to her. "I'm fine, really, I don't even know why I'm here."

"You and your brother have been dealing with some difficulties, right?" Ms. Morrell asks innocently.

"Stiles told you that, didn't he?" I frown, shaking my head at this.

"What makes you say that?" Ms. Morrell asks, clicking her pen.

"I thought you didn't write things down." I frowned confused.

"Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't." Ms. Morrell shrugged.

"Fine. I do think that Stiles would say things about me, all right?" I replied, "He does it unless I tell him not to."

"So, Stiles must mean a lot to you?" Ms. Morrell asks.

"Yes, he does." I nod, "They both do."

"Scott and Stiles." Ms. Morrell nodded in understanding.

"Scott may be a little distant because of the rel-break-up with Allison." I correct, "But that's it."

"Are you sure?" Ms. Morrell asks, feeling as though that I was keeping something from her which I was. Ms. Morrell was smart, that's the only thing I liked about her.

"Yes, I'm sure." I nodded, "Now, excuse me." I got out of the chair and grabbed my backpack. "I have to go make sure that Stiles doesn't mess up the lacrosse game for the team."

I didn't want for a reply as I exited the main office. My backpack was thrown over my shoulder as I walked over to my locker, expecting Stiles to be there as well. I waited for a few minutes, sighing heavily as I exited the school. Stiles had left without me and now I had to make my way home. Stiles had wanted to meet up to try to figure out what was going on with Lydia and why she had drugged us all with wolfsbane.

As soon as I got home, I sighed annoyed, knowing that my brother was here as well as soon as I saw his porsche. I sighed, again, annoyed as I saw the front door open, cold air entering the house. I shut it loudly before making my way towards the kitchen.

My eyes widened in shock as I saw my father in there eating a sandwich. "Kaelin." Peter acknowledges.

"What are you doing here?" I ask confused. I had heard that my father was back and was going to be trying to kill my brother. "Wait, actually, I know. You're here to kill my brother."

"He's not your brother." Peter corrects, "I'm your real family."

"I don't care." I said in a matter-of-a-fact tone and Peter sent me a look. "I may have cared a while ago, but I don't now."

"A little birdy told me that you were." Peter retorts.

"Who was the little birdy? Lydia?" I ask, "You possessed her, didn't you? That must be the reason you're back."

"I came back for you." Peter states.

"Sorry if I don't believe you. You're kind of a psychopath." I shrug.

"Kind of?" Peter asks.

"You are a psychopath, but I was trying to soften the blow a little bit since you just came back from the dead." I explain. I huffed, placing my hands over my hips. "Now, you gonna explain what you're doing here?"