The Other Hale | Teen Wolf

Co-Captain

Aria's POV

I was in the locker room. The lights were out and Peter had a firm, tight grip on my arm. There would definitely be a bruise. We were all here, Derek too. Derek and Peter needed to talk to Scott. But Peter didn't trust Derek. We all watched and waited as Scott came to see Derek.

"Oh thank god! Where the hell have you been?" I heard Scott breathe in relief. Peter then moved me forward with him so we were in Derek's view. His eyes cast over to me and my psychotic uncle, Derek was not happy at all.

"I really don't get Lacrosse." Peter announced, holding a Lacrosse stick in his other hand. I rolled my eyes.

"It's you." Scott whispered.

"When I was in high school we played basketball, there's a real sport." Peter teased. He was playing the, 'I'm going to act all cool and collected to piss everyone off' act. I could see right through it.

"Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from Native American Indians and they played it to resolve conflict. Was that right?" Peter spoke, thinking to himself. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve Scott." Peter placed the stick down gently and moved me in front of him. Both of his hands were placed on my upper arms.

"But I need your help to do it."

Scott was glaring harshly at Peter. "I'm not helping you kill people."

"Well I don't want to kill all of them, just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include..." Peter looked over at Derek.

"Allison." Derek finished.

I struggled a bit in Peters grasp in a petty attempt to get to the safety of my brother. "Aria." Peter warned.

"You're on his side?" Scott questioned in disbelief.

"I didn't really have a choice." Derek responded, motioning to me.

"Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister!" Scott asked as his voice rose.

"No, I'm trying to save my other one." Derek stated, clenching his teeth. "But it was a mistake." I stared at Derek in utter horror.

"What!" Me and Scotf yelled simultaneously.

"It. Happens." Derek snapped.

"Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression from us. We just want to help you reach your full potential." Peters voice cut in.

"By killing my friends." Scott replied softly.

"Sometimes the people closest to you, are the ones holding you back the most." Peter stated.

"Is that why you killed Laura? Was she holding you back?" I mocked.

"That. Was an accident." Peter spat.

"Bullshit." I snapped.

"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that." Scott admitted.

Peter moved forward, towards Scott as he sent Derek a panicked glance.

"Maybe you could try and see things from my perspective." Peter announced as his claws grew from his fingertips. My heart sped up. Peter jammed his claws into the back of Scotts neck whilst the claws on the hand that was holding me teared through my skin, a let out a small cry. Scotts eyes were rolling back into his head. Derek stood rooted to the spot as he watched the scene before him unfold.

Peter then removed his claws and Scott fell to the floor. Relief washed over me as Peters claws retracted back into his hand as blood spilled down my arms. Peter walked off as he released his death grip, throwing me to the floor. I held my wounds. Derek gave me an apologetic stare before following my uncle. There had to be more to the story, Derek wouldn't abandon me like that.