❝𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤❞ Olivia Hale was the younger sister of Derek Hale. Being a Hale, she was strong, stubborn, short tempered like her sibling...
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A few days had passed since Olivia's near death incident. She was still living with Stiles in his house, in the guest bedroom, he was scared to let her go home and to be honest she was scared as well. She was installing security system in her house so that was some relief. She still hadn't come face to face with the Argents yet, she didn't want to. Allison did check on her once though, seeing she wasn't going to school for past few days. It warmed her heart to see her texts, her sending important notes to her through Scott and Stiles. Olivia never thought she'd like an Argent so much.
Currently, she stood in the shadows at the roof top of Video 2C where the Alpha had attacked Jackson and possibly scarred Lydia for life.
"What part of I'm fine are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I want to go home." Jackson complained as Sheriff Stilinski spoke to him, trying to be patient with him at all costs which was getting frustrating to watch because at this point Olivia would have probably punched Jackson if she was in the Sheriff's place.
"And I understand that-" The Sheriff tried to began. "No, you don't understand that, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you! Okay, now, I want to go home!" Jackson snapped.
"Oh, whoa! Is that a dead body?" Exclaimed Stiles from the cop car, pointing at the EMTs wheeling out a dead body.
Olivia and Derek both looked at Scott. "Starting to get it?" Derek asked. "Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Scott asked innocently.
Olivia looked down as they loaded the dead body in. Stiles glanced up at them, his eyes meeting Olivia's for split seconds before he looked back towardshis father.
"We're predators, Scott. We don't have to be killers." She spoke grimly.
"Then why is he a killer?" Scott questioned.
"That's what we're gonna find out."
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"You know I have a life too." Scott complained as the three got to the Hale house. "No you don't." Derek bluntly responded.
"Yes, I do! I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or--"
"Part of his pack." Olivia corrected impatiently. Scott sighed with annoyance. "Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent-teacher conference tomorrow because I'm failing chemistry."
"Scott seriously? Would you choose your homework over your life?" Olivia snapped. "You have less than a week until the full moon. You don't kill with him? He kills you." Derek added.
