Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Chaos Rising - 2

"I don't see anything." Derek said skeptically. I sighed, grabbing the crook of my nose. I dragged him over to school so he could see the mark himself. "Look again." 

"Iz how is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" So you're telling me this man can tell that I have a crush on Stiles in less then a second but he can't see a simple bruise pattern on Allison and Lydia's arms?

"It's the same on both sides!" Stiles exclaimed from his seat on the desk. "Exactly the same."

Derek shook his head. "It's nothing." It's a good thing we're in an empty classroom so I can throw him around.

"Pareidolia." Lydia spoke up. We all gave her puzzled looks. "Seeing patterns that aren't there?" I tilt my head. I didn't understand where this was coming from. "It's a subset of apophenia."

Scott sighed. "They're trying to help."

"These two?" Derek said incredulously. Derek pointed at Lydia. "This one, who used me to resurrect our psychotic uncle--" he paused to speak sarcastically. "Thank you by the way."

Lydia smiled back sarcastically in reply.

Derek then pointed at Allison. "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack?" Like twice. I stuffed my hands in my back pockets and looked away from Allison. Is it evident we haven't talked much since she came back?

Stiles sighed. "Okay, all right, now, come on... No one died, all right?" I raised an eyebrow in his direction. Peter was killed, albeit we wanted that. Yet our entire pack was hurt one way or the other.

"Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay?" Derek crossed his arms at him. "A little mangling, but not death! And that's what I call an important distinction."

Allison stared at Derek. "My mother died."

Derek scoffed. "Your family's little honor code killed your mother, not me." I couldn't help but think of the family we lost because of that code, because Kate decided to take matters into her own hands.

"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you."

"You wanna help?" Derek questioned her. "Find something real."

Derek left and I didn't stop him. There was no point in doing it. Scott pulled me away to talk. "Can you get Derek to give them a chance?"

I sighed and looked at Allison. She was never going to trust Derek, and Derek was never going to trust her. Her mother stabbed me and tried killing Scott, and the fact that she still doesn't know is straining our relationship. I was the one who said we didn't have to be our parents, but now we're slowly turning into them. And we're only 17, I expected to turn into them when I was raising a teenager or two. "Well, then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night."

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"Okay, what would a pack of Alphas want with Erica and Boyd?" Stiles pondered the question that's been bugging me for hours since we learned the alphas had them. I adjusted my book bag's shoulder strap. "I'm not sure it's them they want." Something just didn't make sense. 

"Okay, what, like, Derek? Like they're recruiting?" Before I answered the question, the three of us passed by two teenagers, normally teenagers don't make me pause and raise the hair of my neck. Scott sensed it too, they were werewolves. We both turned around, however all we could see was the back of two seemingly looking like twin backs.

"Hey Scott, Izzie, you coming?" I managed a nod. "Yeah-" There was something off about them, they didn't feel like any other werewolf I've crossed paths with ever. "We're coming."