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 roughly dragged both Josie and Stiles from the Jeep the second it was parked in the parking garage near the hospital that he'd directed the teens too. The girl barely even flinched at the tight hold the man had on her shoulder, Stiles immediately taking her hand and dragging her back toward him the second he let them go.
"Whose car is this?" Stiles questioned as Peter unlocked one of the cars parked not far down from where the Jeep was.
"It was my nurse's,"
"What happened to your- OH MY GOD!" Josie instantly shut her eyes, looking away as the dead body of Peter's nurse sat locked in the trunk of the car. She only dared open her eyes again once she heard the click of the trunk door shutting one more.
"I got better," Peter commented, yanking the bag that he'd shoved into Stiles arms out once more.
The two teens silently watched as Peter pulled out a laptop from the bag, placing it down on top of the trunk door and turning it on..
"You're a Mac guy!" Stiles sarcastically commented, clapping his hands as Peter ignored the pair. "Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"
"Maybe let's not piss off the psychopath, Stiles," Josie muttered, nudging his side with her elbow as he shot her a semi-apologetic look.
Peter simply grabbed onto his arm, tugging him to stand in front of the laptop as he moved to stand beside Josie, smirking when he could feel her go rigid beside him.
"Just get connected, Stiles,"
Stiles took another look at Josie first, ensuring she was okay, before turning back to the computer and going through the boot up steps.
"Look, you still need Scott's username and password and, I'm sorry, but I don't know them,"
"You know both of them. Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I'd still be able to tell that you were lying," Peter's hand came up to rest on Josie's bare shoulder, claws gently poking into her skin as she flinched. "Trust me, Stiles...I can be very persuasive. Don't make me have to be."
The teens locked eyes for another second before Stiles swore under his breath, focusing in on getting the laptop booted up and locked in.
"What happens after you find Derek-"
"Less thinking, Stiles, and more typing. Before there's even more bloodshed tonight," Peter interrupted, sinking his claws just a hair closer to fully embedding themselves in Josie's shoulder.
"Look, if I do this you have to promise to leave Scott out of it," Stiles turned, glancing at Josie before back to Peter. "And you have to promise not to touch her, not to hurt Jo again."
"Little Josephine here we can discuss, but do you know why wolves hunt in packs-"
"You're stronger in packs," it was Josie that interrupted, glancing over at Peter. "Wolves like prey bigger than them, meaning more wolves equals being stronger, which means you want Derek AND Scott. Didn't take you as someone to admit they were weak, Peter."
