Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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When Mia woke up, everything was pitch black.
It took her a while to remember she was underground, with no natural light to indicate the time of day. Her nose was itchy from dust, and her back cracked uncomfortably once she sat up on Derek's bare mattress on the floor. She looked around the train car until she spotted him, curled up on the ground, leaning against the wall.
His eyes were still closed, so she stood up quietly, trying not to disturb the silence. As she expected, Derek still stirred at her movement, opening his eyes.
"You have to stop sacrificing your comfort for mine," she said, rubbing her face. It had to be early, because her eyes felt like sandpaper.
Derek grunted absentmindedly, "I would hardly call that comfortable."
She took out her phone. It was almost dead, but she managed to check the time. If she hurried, she could still make it in time for first period. She tried to call Allison and tell her to bring some fresh clothes for her, but there was no service underground.
"Shit," she cursed under her breath and started making her way to the exit. Derek was now standing by the door, arms crossed. She paused in front of him, feeling like she had to say something about what happened last night. "I–"
He understood and waved her off, "Go. We can talk about it later."
'Later' seemed like a promise. Thankful, she gave him a smile and ran off to school.
✧ ✧ ✧
It took Isaac exactly ten minutes to find her.
Mia had just taken her books out of her locker, getting ready to go to her English class, when the boy ran up to her. He looked tired and haggard, and alarm bells started going off in her mind instinctively.
"Are you not healing?" she whispered, reaching out to touch his forehead. "Do you feel sick?"
He slapped her hand away impatiently, lowering his voice, "Something bad happened. I–I think my dad's dead."
Mia almost dropped all of her textbooks, but composed herself last minute. "What? Did you do something?"
He shook his head vigorously, "No, that's the thing. It wasn't me, I swear. I didn't do anything."
"Okay," she took a deep breath, trying to seem calm so Isaac wouldn't get even more panicked. She racked her brain for a comforting response, but she wasn't sure what to say. "Okay. Uh, go to Derek immediately. He'll help you, okay? You'll figure it out. Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, no, that's okay," he stuttered, already backing away towards the exit, "Thank you!"
He disappeared through the door and she sighed heavily, clutching her books closer to her chest. She hoped Isaac was telling the truth. This was exactly what she was worried about - freshly turned betas roaming around the town, killing people. Admittedly, Isaac's dad wasn't the most innocent person in the world, but murder was still murder.
