Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ

"Repeating the word will not make me suddenly know what it means."

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"I'm going to murder you, resurrect you, kill you again but ten times worse than the first time I killed you. Better say hi to your mom for me... if you don't end up in hell." Charlotte snaps as soon as she walks into the loft, seeing Derek about to go into the kitchen.

"Not even a hello?" Derek asks his cousin in amusement.

"Not even a text? Why the fuck did I have to hear from my teacher that you're alive?" Charlotte asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at the older werewolf.

"You were at a cross country meet-" Derek starts with a sigh.

"Which means you could have sent me a simple text saying 'don't worry, Arlo. I'm okay' so save the fucking tears?" Charlotte asks angrily.

"But-" Derek starts.

"No." Charlotte cuts him off, holding her hand up and using her ability to make him shut up.

"The next thing that comes out of your mouth better be a good explanation, not-" Charlotte starts, walking over to her cousin.

She stops in front of him when a scent fills her nose, her eyebrows furrowing and her nose scrunching.

"Why does the room smell like..." The Lynx trails before her face confronts to realisation.

And then anger.

"So, not only did you not even send me a text to say that you're okay, but you slept with my English teacher?" Charlotte asks a bit too calmly.

"Arlo-" Derek starts, knowing she's gonna lash out sooner or later.
But, he gets cut off when his little cousin slaps him, making his head quickly snap to the side.

"Kick his ass, Lottie!" Peter encourages from the stairs.

"Yeah, you go, Arlo!" Cora cheers for her cousin from next to Peter.

"I-" Charlotte starts in shock before she clears her throat, her glare coming back to her face.

"I'm not even sorry. You deserve that." Charlotte hums, making Derek let out a sigh.

"Yeah, I kinda do." Derek nods, making Charlotte nod a little too.

"It's a bit funny though that your werewolf senses didn't even stop me." Charlotte hums with a small shrug, making Derek send her a look.

"You have no right to be angry with me. So, I suggest you take that moody ass face elsewhere before I pour the out of date pickle juice all over your head and make you drink it." Charlotte hums with a small glare, making Derek roll his eyes a little and turn away from her.

"Why the fuck have I just noticed the big ass Alpha symbol on our window?" Charlotte asks curiously.

"They're coming for us." Derek tells her, making Charlotte purse her lips a little.

"That sounded wrong." Charlotte mutters, jumping when her phone chimes in her pocket.

"Well, duty calls, my wife needs protecting from the evil Darach." Charlotte hums, putting her phone back in her pocket before she walks towards the loft door.

"Lydia?" Cora asks.

"No, Scott's mom." Charlotte smiles cheekily before she opens the loft door.

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree then." Peter mutters as Charlotte walks out.

"She surprisingly has a really strong hit." Derek mutters, rubbing the place where Charlotte had hit him.

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