-BEACON HILLS. What was thought to be a normal town hidden in California was anything but if you stayed long enough to break past the facade of its small-town charm.
Because if you look past its many lacrosse state championships, unexplained murders...
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—KATE ARGENT WAS UNDOUBTEDLY A beautiful woman. Too bad she was also such a horrid bitch.
My best friend's Aunt pinned me with her calculating stare and a smirk that was definitely not out of friendliness.
She crossed her arms, and I glanced at the electric baton that now rested against her hip, and well as the knife still clutched in fingers. Kate's smile widened.
"Well what do we have here?" She murmured, eyeing me up and down like a carnival prize. She turned to the werewolf behind her in delight. "Did you bring me your Beta?"
"I'm not a werewolf," I told her, straightening when she turned back to me. "I'm actually a friend of Allison's."
Kate's perfect eyebrow arched upwards. "So then how do you fit in this equation? Why are you talking to Derek Hale?"
I crossed my arms stubbornly. "I'm not telling you anything until you let him walk."
She gave me a look. I stood, unwavering, and mirrored her expression.
Scoffing at my audacity, and reluctantly turned around and nudged Derek with her boot. "You heard her," she said through gritted teeth. "Scurry off."
Derek's fawn brown eyes met mine with something I couldn't decipher. I schooled my face into neutrality and inclined my head towards the door.
The werewolf pulled himself to his feet and limped out of sight. That left me and the huntress alone.
"So," Kate began, her manner relaxed once more, like we were merely having a conversation at a coffee shop and not at the scene of an arson-induced murder case. "Allison's friend. What's your name, honey?"
"Grace Fairer." I told her. There was no point in hiding it. She could just ask Allison later.
"Fairer, huh?" The blonde mused, looking at me with something resembling respect. "Your family has a deep history with this town."
I blanched. My dad had moved here for the first time 12 years ago. She was lying.
"So does yours, I've heard."
She sighed. "Yes, I suppose. Somehow the werewolves always come back to this small town. You see, Grace, we've been chasing after this Alpha for years. And if you know anything about it, you better tell me, or Derek won't be the only one that's expendable."
I gulped and fought to keep my breathing even. "You see, Kate, I don't know anything about the Alpha. I was just informed of werewolves even existing three days ago! But what I do know is that that stupid creature knows who I am, and it tried to kill me last week, so trust me, I want that thing gone too."
The woman halted, staring at me. "The Alpha went after you? How do you know this?"
"Because after it tried to gouge out my intestines and I hid in a break room, it clawed my initial into the wooden door." I huffed.
