Betas || L. Dunbar

4.0

And long night it was.

It's not easy to get comfortable in a chair that's stiff and uncomfortable. Fortunately the two had each other to lean on. But by the time the sun came up, both girls were waking up tired and sore.

"How's he doing?" Lydia asked Deaton, who was checking Derek's pulse. Carter sat up, hoping for an update on her friend.

"His heart rate is alarmingly high." He muttered in worry.

"Is it a wolf thing? Like when we get mad?" Carter stood with Lydia and walked over to him. Softly grabbing his hand, she found it much warmer than the night before. "He's a lot warmer now."

"Lydia, Carter, I'm going to try something. I want you to hold his hands if that's okay." Both girls nodded and did as told. Deaton grabbed a scalpel, gripping Derek's arm where he started slicing down his skin. But it healed miraculously fast, a lot faster than it should of even as a werewolf.

"That looks like it healed really fast." Lydia pointed out.

"Usually fast." Deaton told them.

"Even for a werewolf." Carter added.

"What does it mean?" The two girls looked at the smartest person in the room.

"I'm not sure. Let's try something else. Grab me a five millimeter syringe. Top Drawer."

Since Lydia was closer, she did it. Deaton ran off to get a bottle of something while Carter stayed, clutching Derek's hand.

Unfortunately for Carter, she was paying attention to Deaton and what he was doing, and not on the male on the table. That was, until he removed his hand from hers and started to stand. Relief flooded through her, he was awake and okay, but he did not sound happy. Carter could smell the fear and anger on him.

"Derek?" The girl questioned, making the two turn around and notice.

"Derek, are you alright?" Lydia questioned. As the two kept talking, Carter noticed his eyes a bright blue. He was wolfed out.

"Stop talking to him." She demanded as Derek began to cover his ears. In his wolf form his senses were heighten and it was obvious he was getting overwhelmed. They all needed to stop talking and let him be.

Finally he snapped, and punched Deaton right in the face. Lydia rushed to make sure he was okay while Carter stepped in front of the door before Derek could leave.

"Please wait." The girl begged, staring into the oh-so familiar eyes. He growled and went to hit her too, but she let her wolf form take over. She showed that she was just like him, and that helped him process things. "You have to calm down."

Derek was still very overwhelmed. The noises around him were not helping. The space around him felt too small. So he did was he thought he should, he grabbed the wolf girl by the hand and ran outside.

Carter didn't protest as Derek ran into the woods. He needed away, why he brought Carter? She didn't know. But she went with him, to keep him safe.

Finally, he let her go and dropped to his knees, breathing heavily. Carter watched him for a moment, ignoring the bleeding in her arm from his claws. The woods were silent around them.

"Derek?" She whispered, hoping not to overwhelm him more. He turned his head, his wolf form gone and replaced with a scared teen.

"What happened? Who are you?" He asked frantically, not understanding himself on why he drug her with him.

"You don't remember me..." Carter trailed off, slightly confused. She choose to make sense of it later. "My name is Carter, okay? Carter Lahey. There's a lot we need to discuss, alright? I'm not going to hurt you, and neither were the two back there. We just want to help."