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chapter seven
HUNTING THE PREDATOR
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Amelia didn't believe it was possible. She didn't care what Scott's lanky friend that was always with him at school said. Not only didn't she want to have confidence in Cora (and Boyd) not killing an innocent person even when under the influence of so many full moons at once, but it just wasn't plausible. There was no logical way that either of the teenagers could have gotten to the pool in time to kill the victim and still be on the same path that they had been tracking them on.
It just, it didn't make any sense.
Amelia had spent a long time tracking werewolves, if she knew tendencies for psychopathic werewolves, then she sure as hell knew what she was talking about when it came to these ones.
But Scott just wouldn't listen to her.
No, apparently he had more trust in an experienced werewolf hunter than her. One that tried to kill him no less. She didn't care that he'd only met her a couple hours prior, because based on the fact that she hadn't turned against him or attempted to off him once, Amelia assumed she would have gained a little bit of trust.
Derek trusted her. Hell, he himself had tried to convince Scott that they didn't need the infamous Argent man, thinking that it was one of the worst plans that Scott had ever come up with. Apparently he had a lot of those. Not like Derek was one to talk though.
