Trigger Warning
"You can't do this. Please, I'm begging you," you tried to hold back your cries, your brother nervously sitting in front of you.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), we don't have any other choice," the deputy shook his head.
It's been a month since your mom passed, you had still yet to speak to the pack. But now, your younger brother was going to be put into foster care. You were only a few months shy of your 18th birthday, but that didn't matter to them. You still had no stable job or income, you could barely take care of yourself, and now your brother was suffering the consequences.
"I'll leave you two to say your goodbyes," the deputy walked out of the door, while your brother collapsed into your arms.
"I don't want to leave you," he sniffled.
"I don't want you to leave either, kiddo," you replied softly.
"Can't y-you call Dad? Won't he be able to do something?" Sam asked.
"He won't pick up," you shook your head.
"I don't wanna go to foster care, I wanna stay with you," he cried softly.
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to control your sobs.
"I promise you, I will try to do everything I can to get you out. W-We'll be okay," you said, trying to convince yourself more. This could be one of the last times you were going to see him.
"You keep saying that but things keep getting worse and worse," he argued.
"I-I know, but you have to have hope," you heard a knock on the door, the deputy entering once again.
"We'll be back to see how you're doing in a month," you could hear Sam crying as you nodded your head.
"I love you kiddo, don't forget it," you kissed his forehead, before watching him being taken away from you.
"(Y/N)," you heard Lydia's voice as your head shot up.
"They took Sammy away," you bit your lip.
"Why didn't you tell us what happened? Come here," she wrapped her arms around your shaking figure, while you cried in her arms.
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"Oh, look who finally decided to show up," you heard Stiles say sarcastically as you entered Scott's house, Lydia behind you.
"Yeah, sorry," you said softly.
You could feel Derek and Lydia both staring at you, the only ones who knew what really happened.
"Where have you been?" Scott asked.
"I've just been busy," you shrugged.
"She forgot about us," Isaac said.
"Okay, let's just... what are we hunting?" you asked.
After the meeting, which seemed like it went on for hours, you were pulled aside by Derek as you were walking out.
"What do you want?!" you clenched your jaw tightly, looking up at him.
"I wanted to say sorry," he started.
"I really don't need your pity, Derek," you scoffed.
"I'm sorry I was a dick to you before. I'm sorry that I never got the chance to know you, I'm sorry-" you cut him off once more.
"The only reason you're saying all of this is because my mother died. You don't care about me, you just want to pity me and clear your conscience. Leave me alone," you stuffed your hands in your pocket, before storming off.
