There's no such thing as a perfect girl ➳ Teen Wolf

Chapter Fourteen.

Sophia's POV.

"Why are we in Derek's loft?" I ask Stiles who is struggling to unzip his bag full of chains.

We managed to sneak out of the hospital -with the help of Mrs.McCall-, Sneak past security cameras, and grab some candy at the front desk while we were at it (Blame Stiles Stilinski).

"Because, I'm no good at controlling werewolf thingies but Derek is an expert at it." Stiles says. "Now where is he anyways?"

"I'm right here." He says coming downstairs.

He's completely shirtless with a pair of Jeans on. His muscles flex every time he takes a step down from the stairs causing me to gape at them. Once, He makes eye contact with me, I quickly close my mouth and look away. I focus on Stiles Instead. Stiles isn't your average "Macho" guy you see in our school everyday. He's in fact the opposite of everyone in the pack. He's got a small frame but it doesn't defeat the fact that he's got a little bit of muscles to flaunt.

"So, you're a Werewolf." Derek says.

"Apparently." I respond.

"Stiles what time is it?"

"About eight o'clock." He responds.

"That means the full moon will rise in four hours. We have to keep you chained up until noon." Derek informs me while taking my hand and chaining them to the bolted table in the middle of the loft. Then, he picks up a this head gear that has sharp metal spiky things on them. Honestly, I don't even know what to call it but it seems pretty painful. "This is what I used on Erica." He explains.

The name Erica brings a bile taste to my mouth. Just remembering how she giggled and basically flirted with Jake makes my heart beat faster and my anger grows even more, I start to breathe heavily and my vision starts to turn gold again. Once Derek notices this, he sets one of his hands on my shoulder. He asks Stiles to hand him this wooden circle shaped thing. Once Stiles hands it to him, He places it on my hands.

"This will help you control your urges to rip anybodies throat out." He says.

I take a look at the wooden circle thing and there's a carved shape in the middle. It reminds me of Derek's tattoo on his back. Why would I need this? How is it going to help me? It's just this wooden useless thing! My anger escalates and I begin to growl uncontrollably. Look at what they've done to me, look at what has happened because I decided to acquaint these people. My head is pounding and I want to scream. But of course, I know better.

"Sophia, I need you to repeat after me... Alpha, Beta, Omega."

Nonsense! How is that going to help me? Instead, I take the thing and throw it across the room. When my eyes meet with Derek's my anger grows and deepens. This is half of his fault. He and Isaac bit me, If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been this animal thing. I hate this! I despise this! as much as I despise them. All I can think about right now is ripping Derek's throat out. Just imagining his blood on my hands gives me more encouragement to fight him. I struggle before I break free from the chain and lunge forward, aiming my right fist directly at his face. He immediately ducks down and catches my hand while he's at it.

I struggle to free myself and I ignorantly attempt to punch him with my other hand. He easily catches it and pushes me back causing me to fall to the ground. At first, I'm in awe. Then, another thing takes over me. Acrimony. I jump up and lunge forward knocking Derek to the ground and watching the terror in his eyes escalate as he tries to push me off of him. In all honesty, I'm a bit shocked that Derek can't push me off of him. That's when I realize, he's not in his werewolf form. If I'm going to kill him, I want to do it while he's a werewolf. I clench my fist and collide it with his face.

That's when he begins to growl and he reveals the wolf inside of him. I viciously smirk, and attempt to punch him again but his hands catches mine and throws me off. He jumps up, revealing his red eyes and howls. The piercing sound almost deafens my ears but I manage to recover from it before Derek comes growling at me. I quickly kick him back, causing him to almost fly to the other side of the loft.

"Sophie!" I hear a distinctively familiar voice call my name from behind me.

I jerk my head around, locking eyes with Isaac Lahey.

The first thing I should do is run up to him and rip his throat out. Instead, my heartbeat starts to slow down and my anger begins to subsidize. I take a look at my hands and I meet claws. They look nothing like the others though. Instead, they're blacker and even  longer. I begin to feel light headed and would have fallen to my side if Isaac wasn't quick enough to catch me. He brings me to the chair and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"What's happening to me?" I ask, looking up at him.

"I don't know, but I don't think you're a werewolf." He says.

"Yeah, me neither." Derek says straining to get up.

Instead of feeling resentment towards Derek, I feel guilt. I can't believe I almost killed him. I begin to uncontrollably sob. I lean forward into Isaac's chest and bawl my eyes out as he slowly strokes my hair, telling me it's just the full moon and I couldn't have any control over it. He also tells me that I'll eventually learn how to control it, and will be able to defeat the urge of killing people. All I can do is cry. What if I'm a danger to my family? What if I'm a danger to Jake? or anyone else for that matter?

"Look, I have an Idea. How about we take her to doctor Deaton?" Stiles says.

I couldn't have agreed any more.

"Alright. Let's go." Derek says.

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Once we're at Dr. Deaton's place, He takes a good look at me. He inspects my eyes, my hands, and my nails. He takes a good look at me and nods. Then continues inspecting me.

"I'm going to have to test a few things on you. It might be painful, But you'll heal." He notifies me.

He pulls out a thick blade and takes my hand. I brace myself as he sticks the blade into my skin. A sharp pain shoots through my arm as I wince. I look at my nails, to see black, long claws shooting out of my fingernails. Dr. Deaton takes a look at my nails while pushing the blade into my skin even deeper. I feel my fangs growing out as I cry out in pain. My vision starts to blur everything turns gold.

Once he removes the blade, my vision becomes normal, my claws go back in, and so do my claws.

"So, she definitely isn't a werewolf." Dr. Deaton says.

"Then what is she?" Stiles asks.

"She's a hybrid."