CHAPTER SEVEN: MYSTERIOUS BULLET

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"So Derek isn't the Alpha?" I furrow my eyebrows, biting into my sandwich as the three of us sit in the cafeteria for lunch

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"So Derek isn't the Alpha?" I furrow my eyebrows, biting into my sandwich as the three of us sit in the cafeteria for lunch. Scott had just unveiled the news to us that last night, after last night he went to see Derek again, even after me profusely telling him not to. But when he went, after Derek kicked his ass, he revealed he was apparently not the one who bit Scott after all.

Scott shakes his head. "There's another one. He's the one who killed the bus driver, not Derek."

Last night, Stiles had broken into Scott's house - which I'd refused to partake in, and glad I didn't since Scott's mom had caught Stiles in the act - where he'd told Scott about how we'd found out from our dad the driver had died.

"Love how Derek took 5 years to tell us about this." I nod to myself. "So what...does this mean we trust him now?"

"Absolutely not, the guy gives me the creeps." Stiles argues, which was a fair point. I mean he clearly lacked social skills, if he'd just allowed us all to think he was a murderer and the Alpha and then expected us to do what he tells us. I guess that kind of made sense cause he'd lost his entire family. Maybe he was a lot different to what I first assumed.

Scott shrugs. "I don't know. But he said the Alpha was after me, that he wants me to be a part of his pack. And he wants my help to find him."

"Well, we're obviously not gonna do that, right? I mean clearly this Alpha guy is the psycho we thought Derek was. Only he honestly sounds worse." I state, hoping Scott will listen to me on that since he didn't with Derek. And we got lucky Derek wasn't the evil one, but if Scott goes hunting down this big powerful killer Alpha, I don't think we'll get lucky again.

"What I don't get is why did he kill the bus driver?" Stiles furrows his brows in confusement.

Scott shakes his head. "I don't know."

"Well, all the more reason to stay the hell away from him." I raise my brows, taking another bite of my sandwich.





I begun walking down the hall after my final class of the day, to head to my brother's Jeep to finally head home from school.

Only I stop in place, furrowing my brows when I see Derek Hale, leant against a corner of a wall, clearly trying to not be seen but he's not doing a very good job. Not only that but he looks a lot paler than usual, and his eyes are swollen, hair rustled - he doesn't look good at all. I couldn't figure out why he'd be here. If I hadn't heard what Scott had told us at lunch, I'd leave the guy for dead no question's asked. But now he wasn't the bad guy of the story.

And so because of this, I walked towards him. "Derek?"

His eyes immediately met mine, and he opened his mouth to speak only the school bells chimed and grabbed at his ears, scrunching his face in pain as he looked from the bell to me.

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