Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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The next day before school, Gerard managed to corner Mia after breakfast.
"Your friend Jackson is missing," he said, his gaze burning as he scoured her reaction intently. Thankfully, she had gotten pretty good at her poker face recently.
"He's not my friend," she replied, and that part wasn't a lie.
"Yes, he's one of Allison's friends, but you seem quite close with them all," he said, giving her a crooked, malicious grin. "Do you happen to know where he could be?"
"No," Mia said, crossing her arms in front of her. She knew Stiles and Scott had taken him somewhere in the woods after last his rampage at the night club, and would keep watch during the day until they figured out what to do with him. "And even if I did, you would never get the information out of me. I don't follow your new killing code."
"Right," her response seemed to only make his smile grow, "I'll have to ask your sister, then."
She sensed his threat immediately, and stepped forward when he turned around to walk away, "If you touch a hair on her head, I will kill you."
"Oh?" he raised his eyebrows, amused and surprised, "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to, dear. I'm your grandfather."
"And you're forgetting that you're basically one foot in the grave, and I'm just getting started."
Gerard just watched her, lost in his thoughts, but Mia didn't wait for an answer anyway. She darted out of the house as soon as she could.
At school, another bomb dropped - her mother was substituting for their literature teacher, which was awfully convenient and definitely on purpose. Victoria didn't even have any qualifications to teach, but now that Gerard was the principal, he basically controlled the entire school.
Allison caught up to her in the hallway during one of the breaks, "Did you see mom? She's here."
"Yeah," Mia sighed, "I saw. I barely survived my class."
"Me too," Allison said, then pointed up towards a corner of the hall, "By the way, they installed cameras."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Mia frowned, then turned to her sister, "Hey, we have to be extra careful from now on. I know you think you're doing a great job of sneaking behind mom and dad's back, but trust me, it's not that easy."
"I know," Allison muttered.
"Promise me," Mia insisted, grasping her sister's shoulders until she met her gaze, "This family legacy stuff they're so obsessed with, it's not a joke. Maybe if things were different, I would still be their prodigy. But they think I'm ruined now, so all the pressure is going to be on you now. You can't let them beat you into the ground."
"I can take care of myself," Allison reminded her.
"I know, but you don't have to. Promise me," she repeated, trying to emphasize just how important this was, "If it feels like you're about to break, come to me. We'll get through it together."
