born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter twenty six] no one mourns the wicked

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Aires pov...

I'd sat on Stiles words for almost the entire night, wasting too much time- more time than I should've. And suddenly, it was five in the morning, and I had done nothing but practise throwing knives at a wall for most of the night questioning why someone would mourn the 'wicked'. I needed to get out of the house- out of town, but that wasn't an option.

The second I heard him slip past my room, I threw open the door, yanked him inside and slammed him against the wall.

"Oh my god-" Isaac groaned overdramatically. "Tate, it's five in the freaking morning what the-"

"What's going on between you and Malia?"

He couldn't lie for shit, he never could, not to me at least. His lips parted, and I watched as he hesitated for a second. Oh my god- something was going on between them. Their little eye contact was one thing, but the way she was around him a few hours ago was unnatural. I wanted to be wrong, I hoped I was.

"Oh my god."

Panic sparked in his eyes as he backed away from me, slightly scared of me. "She was in trouble-"

"You little slut!"

For a second, his lips parted again before he slammed them shut and had the audacity to roll his eyes at me, me, as if I was any type of problem to him at all. I wasn't the one slutting it up with his sister. He probably thought I was going to hit him for it, go crazy on him. But what pissed me off the most was the fact that the little bitch hid it from me for god knew how long.

"Let me finish."

"Finish what exactly? Telling me about your little affair. You could practically see the tension between you two in the air-"

"She was in trouble." He suddenly snapped, temporarily shutting me up. "I helped her out."

So it was serious, whatever the hell was going on between them. He was my best friend, and he hid it from me. And I wanted to be angry, I really did. I was pissed off, but not at him or even her directly- when I could have been.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered coldly whilst dropping my hand from his neck.

"Because she isn't your sister anymore and you're not Aires Hale."

My lips parted for a split second before I slammed them closed, Isaac never snapped, until he did. I never snapped at him either, until I did. But when I snapped, it was because he was my best friend and I knew no matter what I said I couldn't drive him away. When Isaac snapped, it was unpredictable, but he always had a reason. And him throwing it back in my face that she wasn't my sister anymore and I wasn't her either sent a cold shock shooting through my veins. I didn't need reminding, I knew who the hell I was, and who the hell I wasn't anymore.

"I know that." I snapped coldly.

"Do you?" He slightly taunted in my face, and I hated the way goosebumps started to creep up on my skin. Damn him.

"How'd you find her?" I asked, because I needed to get him to stop looking at me like that.

"The same way trouble found her. I looked for her."

"Why?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

Something softened in his eyes and it made me sick for him.

He'd had weird little flings before, me, Allison- Malia was different. He never really got over her, even though they had the strangest connection between them. I wasn't the only one who got betrayed by her eight years ago, Isaac did too.