Neriah Hale lost her family at the age of ten, leaving her in the town of Beacon Hills with no one but two boys and a secret that she'd spent her whole life hiding. But when one of the two boys gets bitten, she has to reveal her true self to help sa...
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"CALL it again," Scott demanded for the fifth time as he frantically looked around his room for his phone, which he hadn't seen since the hunters tried killing him, Derek, and Jackson last night.
Yeah, that was a long story.
"It's not here," Stiles sighed, sitting backward on a chair.
Scott picked up my legs, looking under them as I lay on his bed. "Scott," I groaned, and he dropped my legs, looking under his bed now. "So you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"
"I can't afford a new one," he muttered, throwing things out from under his bed that crashed against his wall. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."
"One," I started, "you aren't alone, dumbass. You still got Stiles and me." Stiles nodded his head in agreement. "And two, didn't you say my asshat of a cousin walked into gunfire? If it were the hunters, then he sounds pretty dead to me."
But then again, Derek seemed impossible to kill, hence why I wasn't so bothered.
"Argent's plan was to use him to get the Alpha," Scott rambled, almost sounding like he said it all at once. "They're not gonna kill him."
"All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know?" Stiles suggested, and Scott started throwing clothes out of his bathroom. "They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved."
"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott frustratedly yelled, racing back out of the bathroom. "I can't protect her on my own. Which means we need to find Derek first. Just...Just help me!" He threw a ball, and it bounced off Stiles's head, making me laugh.
"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting," Stiles pointed out, rubbing his head. "You remember that, when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him, trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behaviour here?"
"He wasn't going to kill anyone," Scott argued. "And I'm not letting him die."
"Could you at least think about letting him die?" Stiles asked, throwing his hands around. "For me?"
Scott turned to me at his desk. "How are you not mad at him right now?"
Lifting my head up, I placed my hands behind it. "My father nearly killed me, twice, and threatened to do something to someone I care about, and Derek is a bipolar werewolf that can't pick a side. I say let them both suffer for a little."
"See!" Stiles exclaimed, pointing at me while looking at Scott. "Listen to her. She's a Hale, so she knows more than us."
I nodded my head and looked over at Scott. "Trust me, my family is just manipulating liars."
"With anger issues," Stiles added.
I pegged a pillow at him, hitting him right in the face. "I don't have anger issues!"
