𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

58 | m u t e d

My head hurts. Again.

It seems these migraines are just going to be a common occurrence.

I try to open my eyes but I'm blinded by light. I let out a groan and I hear muffled whispers and shuffling around me.

"...She's waking up! Chris, she's..."

"Ricochet, no! Woah, woah, woah, good puppy..."

"Will you shut up and stop egging on Rica?"

"Wha- I didn't do anything!"

"Stiles, I'm going to put your head through a brick wall."

"Seriously?"

"Everyone, just shut up! My mate is waking up, and I don't want her to wake up to the sound of your immature fighting!"

"No yelling," I croak, alerting them that I'm not fully awake- thanks to their immature fighting. I slowly open my eyes and my vision clears. I'm in a dark loft with tall windows and a bed to my right. There's a kitchen on the far wall and a living room area to my left.

And I'm surrounded.

"Where am I?" I ask as I bring my hand up to rub my head. Or I try to.

I look down at my wrists to see my arms are tied to a chair. And my legs.

These fuckers tied me up.

"Why am I tied up?" I growl, my eyes flickering their bright green as I scan all the faces.

There's Stiles, Scott, Malia, Kira, Derek's uncle Peter, Derek, Dad... and Rica!

"Rica, get me out of here. Help me!" I tug at the restraints but she stays beside Derek. I gape at her betrayal. "Rica?" She whimpers but shakes her head, refusing to help me. "Why? What's going on? What do you want with me?" I hate the way my voice breaks. Hate the way my eyes start to glisten with tears. "Daddy?"

I'm scared.

The group realize my fear and they all seem to soften themselves. Fists unclench and stares become less hard.

"We're not going to hurt you, sweetie," Dad coos, trying to assure me. I don't buy it.

"Then why is Peter staring at me with his claws out?" They group turns and glares at him. Peter just shrugs.

"Ok, well, we don't mean to hurt you but what we're going to do is probably going to hurt," Stiles says. The group turns their glares over to him. "What? No sense lying to her."

"We're going to help you regain your memories," Scott tells me.

"And how are you going to do that?" I question. Derek, Scott, and Peter all share a look before walking over to me, unsheathing their claws. "Oh, all of you are going to stab me. Great. Why not just pull a Davinci and cut off my ear too?"

"Even without her memories of you, she still has your sarcasm," Peter rolls his eyes, giving Stiles a pointed look. Stiles just grins.

"Let's just get this over with so I can have my mate back, please?" Derek glares impatiently. The trio jumps into action. It all happens so fast.

Peter sinks his claws into Scott's and Derek's necks, and Derek sinks his into mine.

I don't have time to scream.

All I feel is pain.

Derek POV:

Suddenly, we're all standing in Hana's room at the Argents' old house. All of her decor is still up, all her romance books stacked on her shelves. Her bed is unmade and there's a signature Valentino perfume on top of her drawer.