❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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SOUND OF FLIES
"YOU know," Andrea began, sighing as she crossed an arm and plopped down on a chair, "I love you, Derek. But I just can't believe you got captured by the Cavaleras and didn't tell me anything."
Derek sighed, glancing sideways at the girl before looking back at the view through his gigantic window, "Yeah, well ... I didn't have much of a choice."
Apparently, Derek and Peter made in back to Beacon Hills a few days ago with the help of a mercenary named Braeden—the same one who saved Isaac. The two Hale men chose to not tell anyone about their return, until that morning where Derek told Andrea.
"What'd they want anyway?" she questioned, feeling curious.
"They kept asking about La Loba, the she-wolf," he answered and began to slowly pace around the window.
Andrea furrowed her brows, "Do you know someone that goes by the name of La Loba?"
"No," he shook his head. "I have no idea what they were talking about. At first I thought it was Cora, but ... it couldn't be her. The way they talked about La Loba, it didn't sound like Cora."
"So you got captured by the Cavaleras—who are known for their ruthlessness—because of some wolf girl?"
"Not just that," Derek replied, making his way toward the table and grabbed a wooden cylinder. He opened it and flipped it upside down, letting the contents fell down on the table. Andrea narrowed her eyes at what she was seeing, moving toward the table out of curiosity and stopped right in front of Derek.
"Derek," she began cautiously, "please don't tell me that it's what I think it is."
"Claws," the former Alpha sighed. "After the fire, that's all that was left of my mother."
Andrea looked up from the claws, "What are you even planning to do with it?"
"I have to ask her something," he answered. "And from what I've heard, this is the only way it's possible."
She raised an eyebrow, "What'd you want to ask?"
Derek only stared at the younger girl, seemingly not wanting to answer the question. Andrea didn't push him even further, though she was curious, she understood why he wouldn't want to tell her.
"You gotta get to school," Derek reminded her, grabbing a jacket from a chair while pushing her by the shoulder gently. "And I gotta go somewhere."
The two went on their separate ways shortly after the reached each of their vehicles, with Andrea driving away to school as fast as she could because she was almost late. Fortunately for her, she arrived far enough from being late.
