Soul Mates » Liam Dunbar

03

"Okay, I'll ask. Who's Kate Argent?" asked Malia. I stiffened in Malia's lap at the mention of her name. I hoped that no one would ask about her. Asking about Kate would lead to telling the story that my family is known for.  

"Uh, I'd like to know, too." Kira raised her hand. 

Scott looked in the backseat at me, knowing where this was going.

"Well, we were at her funeral. So, I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground." Stiles said, not thinking about me.  

"She was never in it." 

"She was Allison's aunt." Lydia told the girls. 

"And a total sociopath." I added.

"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." Kira said, looking from me to Scott.  

"Um, yes, they do." Malia protested the end of the story.

"Yeah, she's right. You guys should know. You need to know." I paused to gather myself. "Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of my family, almost ten years ago."  

I could remember the night it happened. I was with Cora, in our shared room, watching her eyes change color. At six I thought it was the coolest thing, how she could change her eye color whenever she wanted. It kept me entertained while all of the adults hung out in the basement. Luckily, Derek and Laura had been out at a school event. 

After the fire broke out, starting down stairs, we could hear our family members screaming. Cora made me wait in our room as she left to see what was happening. I remember crying out of fear, I couldn't defend myself. Cora came back coughing as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me down the hall. 

We ran to the end of the hall where Cora broke the window. She threw me on her back before jumping out of the second story window. She landed gracefully on the dirt floor outside of our house. She wasted no time, she sprinted through the woods with me still on her back. Cora knew it wasn't a freak accident and she had to get us out of there in case the people who started the fire were still there.

"Some of them survived, like Cora, Rose and Peter." Scott continued. 

"A very angry Peter." Lydia cut in. Six years after the fire, he sought revenge on the arsonists who had burned down our home. 

Those people would have died anyways. My mother was highly respected in the werewolf community, surely if Peter hadn't killed them, someone else would have. They got what they asked for. 

"Peter's the one who bit and turned me." said Scott. 

"And the one who finally caught up to Kate and killed her." 

"And we saw her buried."

"No. We saw a casket, remember?" Scott reminded his friend. "She wasn't in it. The Calaveras heard that Kate had been killed by an Alpha's claws. They wanted to make sure she was really dead. Her body was healing. More and more, as she got closer to a full moon. She was coming back. So they switched out the bodies. If a hunter is bit, they have to take their own life before they change. The Calaveras, they treat the code like law. They make it their responsibility to enforce it."

"But she didn't do it." Stiles finished for Scott.

"Good for her. I wouldn't do it either." Malia said. I sent a mental glared at her.

"Would you kill half a dozen people to get out?" 

"Because that's what she did." Scott told Malia. I knew Scott wouldn't defend Kate, Scott's like family to me and Derek, even if Derek wouldn't say it out loud.