Touch | Lydia Martin

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ

"Something tells me that this is gonna end so fucking well. I can just feel it in my gut."

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"Why are you two bothering me when you know the clock is ticking? You know someone else is about to be taken-" Morel starts with a smirk.

"By you." Scott cuts her off.

"Wouldn't surprise me. You do seem like the type to sacrifice people... is it because of my mom? Tired of her pushing you around?" Charlotte asks her, making Morel glare at her.

"Yeah, I don't blame you." Charlotte hums.

"Should you two be leaving the interrogation to someone like Stilinski?" Morel asks.

"Why? You taking him next?" Charlotte asks, leaning back on the chair a little, putting her feet on the edge of the desk.

"Get your feet off my desk." Morel demands.

Charlotte just smiles, taking her sunglasses out of her jacket pocket and putting them over her eyes.

"No." The Lynx shakes her head a little.

"Are you the one killing people?" Scott asks.

"Are you two listening to my heartbeat?" Morel asks them angrily.

"I mean... do we need too?" Charlotte asks, scrunching her nose a little.

"I'm not the one killing people." Morel hums, ignoring Charlotte.

And her heartbeat stays steady.

"Damn. That's more disappointing then Stiles stopping me from stabbing Jackson in the face with a fork." Charlotte hums, leaning back on her chair a little, her head falling back.

"The truth is that I'm all that stands between Deucalion and the lives of your friends, like that beta... Isaac is it?" Morel asks, making Scott's glare go harsher.

"She's asking for a punch, I'm telling-" Charlotte starts with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And that redhead, Lydia." Morel adds, instantly making Charlotte's head shoot up.

"I hope you and Deaton aren't close so I can murder your sorry ass and not feel guilty about it." Charlotte mutters angrily, looking at Morel with a glare that's hidden behind her sunglasses.

"I'm the one that's pulling the leash when they're salivating for a bite." Morel points out.

"What do you mean?" Scott asks in confusion.

"He wants a True Alpha in his pack. And he thinks it's you and a little distraction like a few human sacrifices isn't gonna dissuade him from his prize." Morel smirks.

"I'm not an alpha." Scott shakes his head.

"I don't see anyone with red eyes leading out pack, though." Charlotte mutters under her breath.

"But you're well on your way, aren't you?" Morel asks, making Scott and Charlotte glance at each other.

"Then what is he waiting for? What does he want me to do?" Scott asks impatiently.

"He wants to make a killer out of you. Because that's what he does." Morel replies.

"Yeah, he also walks, talks... doesn't see- none of this is brand new information." Charlotte speaks up.

"But if I kill someone's, then I can't be true alpha." Scot states.

"Exactly." Morel smiles.

"You want the psychologist's perspective?" Morel asks.