Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

00016 ➳ Secret

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Lyn Hall's POV - 24 / 06 / 2014 : Beacon Hills 

His voice was cruel, sinister and creepy as his face shifted before me, he grew taller, less masculine his body slim. His well trimmed hair became a shaggy mane, his lips curling upwards in a sick smile. I frowned in utter confusion as I hastily took a step backwards. The man who appeared before me wiped his lips with the back of his hand, as if disgusted by the mere thought that we had kissed. 

"Who the hell are you?" I asked confused,

"I could ask the same?" the stranger murmured, as he warily looked around our surroundings.

"What?" 

"I don't know what I'm saying, my names Felix." His mouth curved into a smile, "My girlfriend Lucy is somewhere," he flippantly moved his hand as his curious eyes returned to mine. "Evelyn I'm one of your father's witches he asked Lucy and I to check up on you, sorry that my form altered to the person you wished to see." He looked towards me apologetically as I cracked my neck. 

"Why did you say 'It will be our little secret?" I raised my eyebrow, I didn't trust him but strangely enough I felt as though we had met before. He snorted in response, as his eyes flickered to my stomach. His lips briefly pulling downwards. 

"I must've been mistaken, I apologise, on another note you seem fine, I won't be seeing you soon bye." He muttered hurriedly before he disappeared. 

"That was odd?"

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Lyn Hall's POV - 25 / 06 / 2014 : Beacon Hills 

I set my worn back-pack on the unmade bed, the covers thrown carelessly on the ground, spare clothes left forgotten on the wooden dresser. The room was dark, a shaded lamp providing little light as I shoved my laptop into my bag. Followed by an arrange of small blades and 30 clip hand guns. 

Nervousness spread through me as I subconsciously flipped my pocket knife open and closed. My hood rested on top of my black hair that cascaded down my shoulders, my mouth covered by a thin veil. I slung my back-pack over my shoulder, securing it tightly, my 40 clip Glock resting in my gun upholster on my waist. I wiped my clammy hands against my black combat pants. My long sleeved top hidden behind a thin armour chest-piece. 

I turned sharply aiming my gun towards the muscular man behind me. 

"Felix? What happened to, 'I won't be seeing you soon? Bye." 

"Who's Felix?" I raised my eyebrow. 

"Oh Derek, hey?"I mentally face palmed. Returning my gun to my upholster, as he eyed me carefully. 

"I take it you're helping." I bit my lip, allowing a careless facade to cover how my heart began to thump feverishly. 

"By helping? You mean killing everyone and everything that Scotty is unable to?" I smirked cockily before turning away, my hands grasping the table as I took deep breaths, occupying myself as I sharpened my battle wrapped katana. I felt his heated breath against my neck.