Clara Reyes was just like any other girl. She had a great sister, had outstanding grades and had a great best friend.
Life was going smoothly for Clara, until she and her best friend Isaac met the alpha Derek Hale. On top of this, Clara has to deal...
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~~~ It was late at night when Clara's ringtone started blaring at the dinner table. Her mother and Erica tilted both their blonde heads up at the same time as their brown eyes met the black haired girls phone. Clara picked up her phone as she screwed up her face. Isaac was calling. Why was he calling now? She quickly jumped up as she hurried herself out of the room. She looked at his name on the phone as she slid the small phone across the screen, putting the phone up to her ear.
"Isaac?" She asked worried. His breaths were coming in fast paces as he sounded upset on the other line.
"Isaac are you okay?" Her voice rose higher as she paced around the room.
"It's my dad..." he sniffled as he cleared his raspy voice.
"What about him? Did he hit you again?" The last part was quieter as she stopped pacing around the room, paying all her attention to the boy on the phone.
"I don't know where he's gone! We had a fight and I ran off! He followed me but I don't wear he went!" He is hyperventilating now as he recalls everything from memory. Clara's brows furrowed as she tries to think of where he could have possibly gone. Maybe he went back home? Maybe he lost him on the chase? She starts to calm him down through the phone as the brunette boy listens to her calming words of affirmation. That's when an idea came to his mind.
"Derek can help me find him." Derek? Why him? Two nights ago, Isaac finally had the courage to tell his best friend what happened when the red eyed man bit him. He became a werewolf. She didn't believe him at first until he showed her his claws and glowing, golden eyes.
"I'll call you later Reyes." He finalises as he hangs up on her. She stands there, the phone still pressed to her ear as she takes notes of the wall. The cream paint on the wall, slowly being peeled off little by little. That's how she is starting to feel lately. Everything was normal until that graveyard shift. Why did she have to do that stupid shift? She finally has the courage to slip the phone back into her pocket as she runs a hand through her hair. She walks along the creaky, wooden boards as she makes her way back to the dinning room. Her sister was cleaning up the dishes as her mum lit a lighter and placed a cigarette up to her mouth, taking big breaths of the smoke. Clara doesn't say anything, she just takes her half-full plate up to the kitchen as she pours all the leftover food in the bin. Her younger sister notices her doing this but decides to leave the topic alone. The topic she really wants to talk about. What was that call about?
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"It was kinda like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was." One of the boys spoke as he sat down next to a boy with a buzzcut. Stiles. So the one talking must be Scott McCall.
"What do you think we can get him one-on-one? Would that help?" He asks his friend as the answer bolted out of his mouth.
"Yeah." Stiles nodded his head as he pondered a plan that could work. His eyes suddenly widen with determination as he clicked his fingers.
