Losing her entire family was hard enough on Josephine Cohen, but to lose them, upend her life in Boston to live in Beacon Hills, and move in with her infamous cousin Lydia Martin all within a month's time didn't make it any easier.
To make matters w...
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"Peter Hale is the alpha,"
"Yeah, I figured that out when Derek showed up with him at the school after the game," Scott groaned, pacing around Josie's bedroom as he tried to keep quiet as to not wake Ms. Martin or Lydia, Stiles and himself going back and forth as Josie sat quietly on her bed, petting Rune to keep herself in check. "Better yet: Derek is now with him, so that's one less person that's on our side."
"Okay, that's just...wonderful. What else?"
"The Argent's think that Jackson is the second beta, they think HE is ME. So now we have to find a way to keep his ass alive too. Please tell me there's no more terrible news that came out of tonight?"
Stiles instantly looked over at Josie, his expression softening at the faraway look in her eyes. She glanced up at him, managing the smallest of smiles to him as she looked back at Scott.
"The, uh...the car accident," little Rune nudged herself into Josie's outstretched hand to her, doing her best to calm her down. "...it wasn't an accident. They were murdered."
Scott's mouth dropped open as he looked between the two, eyes softening as he saw the pain in Josie's eyes.
"What?"
"Peter admitted to it, and Stiles took me to see the car. He did it," the red head's hand clenched itself into a fist, the pain and the sadness in her so quickly turning into hatred as she sat there and had to picture Peter Hale's face in her mind, or feel his claws at her neck. "And I just keep seeing that car and I keep seeing Ellie's face- I want him dead, Scott. I have never wanted someone dead the way that I want Peter Hale dead."
It was those words, that anger, that stopped Scott in his tracks for a second, tilting his head as he looked at their friend. The last time she had been angry like this was the full moon, yelling at him, and that's when he had seen it. Stiles watched Scott as he shut his eyes for a moment, flashing those same yellow werewolf eyes as he looked at Josie.
"We've got one more problem to add onto the list," Scott's eyes flashed back to normal as both teens watched him. "I noticed it the night of the full moon, and it's there right now too. There's this...purple aura around you, when I look at you with my werewolf eyes. Josie...I don't think you're human."
It was Stiles this time who paused, thinking back on the entire ordeal in the care facility as Josie simply stared down at the floor.
"When Peter had you by the neck, with his claws, and I was begging him not to hurt you, he called you something-"
"Wiccan," Josie breathed out, looking up at her two friends with wide eyes. "He called me a Wiccan."
"Earth to Josie? It's bad enough we're in the damn woods, don't space out on me!"
