𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍, derek hale ✓

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DADDY DEAREST

SHE WAS SEEING DEUCALION IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT— A WORSE LIGHT, NOW.

Emerson's hand went to her stomach as it roared with discomfort, nausea. The boogeyman from her childhood, the bad man of the stories she was taught, was her father. He'd been her father this entire time, hunting down his own kid for sport.

"No," she mumbled out, weak but adamant in her own right, "there's no way."

He took a step forward. "Emerson—"

"No!" she roared, eyes flickering their crimson colour as she scrambled away from the man. She felt sick, really sick this time around, like she'd been poisoned. "I don't—"

"Margaret hid you from me," Deucalion interjected with an unimpressed shake of his head. "She paid the price for it, I suppose."

Emerson squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. "If I'm your—" she cut herself off with a harsh swallow, not even daring to say the word, "—then why... why are you doing this to me?"

An unknown emotion was radiating off of him, one she could smell before it was replaced by an air of nonchalance.

"I've always wanted the best of the best in my pack," Deucalion offered out, a pointed look on his face before he added, "and that plan includes you. The flesh and blood of the Demon Wolf, born with unadulterated power."

Her lips curled back on their own because who in their right mind would call themselves a demon? Then again, it seemed like Deucalion had never quite been sane enough, anyways.

"So you've been making my life hell as a result of this weird little dream you've created," she scoffed, angrily rubbing away at her own eyes. When had they started to tear up. "That's some real father of the year shit right there, Deucalion."

His lips were pursed in distaste. "If certain people hadn't of gotten in my way, they would've been spared," he told her in an annoyed tone. "You would've been where you belonged this entire time."

"But instead, you're out here kidnapping teenagers and pitting them against each other," she spat back in his face. "Yeah, I know all about it."

Deucalion hummed. "A necessary feat," he said. "You need to get rid of your pack in order to join me. I'm simply making the transition... easier."

Was that was he'd been doing? Was he trying to get rid of Erica and Boyd and Isaac in order to bring Derek and Emerson closer to joining his pack?

"I don't have a pack," she corrected. "And I sure as shit don't belong with you and the heathens you associate with. I belong with Hannah now."

She saw a flicker of rage cross his face for a split second, and it obviously wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Oh, but you do belong with me," Deucalion responded cooly, his jaw ticking, "and you'll realize it soon enough."

She shook her head immediately. "I won't be like you. You'd have to kill me before I ever hurt anyone."

After a few beats of silence, he sighed. "That's rather unfortunate," he said, turning on his heel and flicking his cane out to its full length. He paused in the doorway, craning only his head in her direction. "I do hope Hannah gets well soon... just like I do hope you consider my offer. I think it would be beneficial for the both of you."