"Derek, listen, Cora, talk." Stiles says, plopping onto the couch and crossing his arms.
I stare at Derek.
He stares back.
No I'm says a word.
Stiles groans. "Come on guys!"
Silence.
Stiles gets up. "Right, okay, you hate each other so let's just-"
"Why did you say that?" I blurt out.
Stiles raises his eyebrows and slowly sits back down.
Derek's body slumps. "I was just mad at you. Angry with you. For saying all those things about me not being the powerful alpha you were hoping for."
I throw my hands in the air. "You don't get it, do you?" My voice is slowly raising to a yell. "I didn't come back for the powerful alpha, Derek, I came back for my big brother."
"And I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment!" He shouts back.
I look at the ground, all of my tough-girl bravado fading away.
"You're my big brother, Derek. You could never disappoint me." I mutter.
And with that, I slowly turn and leave the room, feeling Derek's stare on my back.
I walk out into the front porch and step into the path of Sheriff Stilinski.
"Oh! Hello, Miss. Hale."
"Hello, Sherrif, how are you?"
"I'm good, how are you?" He asks politely.
I turn and look at Derek, standing in the doorway, looking at me with plea and sympathy.
I stare at him as I answer Sheriff Stilinski. "I've never been better."
And then I'm gone.
Down the front steps.
Through the yard.
Turn at the corner.
Down the road.
I don't know where I'm going, but my feet seem to have a destination in mind, so I let them lead me and I find myself at a brick house only a few blocks from Stiles's.
I've walked.
All the way to Scott's house.
My eyebrows knit in confusion, I knock on the door. There must be some reason my feet brought me here.
The door flings open and Scott sprints out grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.
"Whoa, geez!" I say, stumbling after him.
"I don't have time! If you want to talk, come with me!"
We jump into Derek's Porsche, which for some reason is in Scott's driveway.
"Where are we going?" I ask, as Scott speeds down the street.
"It's Liam. He's been taken by Garrett."
I frown. "Liam? Who's Liam?"
Scott glances at me. "Liam Dunbar. The other werewolf. My werewolf."
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Fanfiction"STILES!" He stands there, shaking, his fists clenched, fighting the evil spirit possessing his body. His eyes are filled with a dangerous insanity as he stares daggers at me. "Stiles, please..." I whimper. And then as if my voice has helped him wi...
