assassins. berserkers. kate argent.
betrayal. jealousy. fear.
the pack is in for one hell of a semester.
book 3 in the carson rivera series
teen wolf season 4
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Carson lays next to Malia, munching on some popcorn as they watch the movie playing.
"Okay, so is Billy the killer?"
"Malia, why would I tell you who the killer is in the first thirty minutes of the movie?" she turns to the girl completely amused.
"Because he's acting suspicious."
"Hey Carson, Hi.... Malia!" Drew exclaims proudly, barging in the room, Carson rolling her eyes.
"Hi, Mr. Rivera?" Malia puts the same emphasis on his name, slightly confused.
"Your mom needs you really quick," Drew gestures to Carson.
"Alright. I'll be back. You can continue the movie, and see where the hell Lydia and Kira are."
"Hello, Mom," Carson smiles.
"I need you to sign this paper saying you want to live with me once your father leaves next week."
"Um, okay. Are we gonna have a conversation about anything else?" she scribbles her signature.
"No. There's pizza on the counter. Goodnight," she walks off.
"Tough crowd," Drew chuckles.
"She's insufferable."
"She's your mother. She has a right to be angry."
"But she's supposed to be forgiving. You're the mean one. This is all very confusing," she rubs her forehead, grabbing a box.
"You're taking the entire pizza?"
"We're growing girls, Dad. We get very hungry," she smirks, walking back up to her room to see Malia biting her nails.
"Are you having withdrawals or something? Stop that," she makes a face of disgust.
"Sorry. What do you wear on a date?" she looks up.
"A date? A real one? I don't know I haven't been on one since like freshman year," she shrugs. "And 15 year old Carson was no fashion icon."
"You dated Stiles."
"In the midst of psycho druids commiting sacrifices and a pack of alphas killing our friends. We sort of just hung out whenever we weren't fighting for our lives," she takes a slice.
"But you dress nicely. So what do I wear?"
"Is this your way of asking to borrow something? Cause we have very different styles."
"What?"
"Where are you going?"
"Movie."
"Malia I don't need to tell you what to wear. You're gonna look hot regardless, and it's not like Isaac is exactly fashion forward. He wears scarves in the summer," she chuckles.
