Season of the Witch ↠ Isaac Lahey [1]

05 ; under the surface

05 ; UNDER THE SURFACE

Wren let out a yawn as she finished the flicks of her eyeliner. She had barely got any sleep for the last few nights, as she was too paranoid about Derek Hale and that had her up most of the night. A thought had stuck in her head after she found the picture of the Hale's. What if Derek knows where I live and comes to my house one night and I end up getting torn in half like Laura Hale? She couldn't help but be paranoid, the guy gave her the creeps.

After giving her hair another quick brush through and making sure her makeup was perfect, she went downstairs. Her steps come to a halt when she hears her parents talking in the living room. "They think he killed Laura." Eva said.

Wren froze, silently celebrating how quiet her footsteps had been. This could be very valuable information and she didn't want to lose it because her boots made too much noise.

"Do you believe that?" Logan asked.

"Of course not, the boy adored Laura." Eva snapped. "No, it's probably someone else."

"Another wolf looking for a bit of power?" Logan asked.

Her jaw dropped. Back the fuck up, dad knows?! She assumed her mother did because Wren thought the pair had friends. Her dad knowing, now that was a surprise.

"Possibly." Eva murmured.

"Are you going to get involved?" He asked.

"No." Eva replied.

"Eva, come on. You know if the shoe was on the other foot Talia would help the girls if they needed it." Logan replied.

"She would have helped." She emphasised. "Besides, don't you dare try to guilt trip me into this Logan. I swore I wouldn't get involved after what happened. What if it gets Wren or Stella hurt?"

"Eva, for Christ's sake you're Derek's godmother! Shouldn't you try to help him?" Logan asked, making Wren's jaw drop. Just how much was her family connected to the Hales?

"Derek's a big boy, he can handle it himself. He and Laura were alright in New York." She said.

"They had Stella's help!" Her dad stopped and Wren waited. "There's something wrong, isn't there?"

Her mother paused, before speaking in a quiet voice. "There's something brewing under the surface Logan. Something big and I don't want any of our family near it when it happens. God knows, I can't lose another daughter."

Logan sighed. "And you won't. Stella is safe in New York and Wren is smart. She may be too curious for her own good but she'll know when to step back. Besides, you my darling wife, can protect her. You always have."

"Like I did with Anna?" Eva asked, her voice wobbling. Wren swallowed, her shoulder slumping.

"That wasn't your fault Eva." Logan said.

"Wren certainly seems to think so." She replied.

"She's angry and upset, you know this. She'll come around through, you need to talk to her. It may take a while, but she will." Logan said.

She sniffed. "I don't know Logan."

"Come on, I'll go make you some coffee." Logan replied. Wren sighed and picked up her bag. Then why does she treat me like that? Her jaw tightened and she wiped away the tears that had been forming, planning to redo her eyeliner when she got in the car. God, she just wanted out of this house. She grabbed her bag and called out "I'm going to school!" With that, Wren left the house.

God, she needed coffee.

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"So you killed her?"