Anchor /// Liam Dunbar

[6]

Chaos was happening. The game had stopped as soon as the word got out the one players was almost assassinated, and now the police were there, questioning everyone.

Mia was shoved into to the car with Stiles, carrying an unconscious Brett.

When Mia and Liam had gone inside, Brett was lying on the floor, Scott was there, too, with his back facing the lockers; Violet was the problem. Scott told them that she was trying to straggle him with her necklace, and the Brett was on the ground when Scott entered the room.           

Brett was stabbed by Garrett, which stocked everyone. No one expected him in the list.

He was poisoned. His body looked lifeless in the backseat. The car was silent, Stiles zipped them fast as lightning to the clinic. Brett was placed on the table in the same room where they put Derek. Derek had met them there to help.

When Brett regained conscious, he was thrashing around. He was probably scared, waking up with people he did know, but at least they tried to help.

"Mia, Derek, little werewolf strength?" Stiles said, struggling with keeping Brett down.

"We are not the only ones who have werewolf, you idiot." Mia snapped at him, she was in the front Brett, trying to hold his shoulders.

"If you don't keep him still, he could die," said Deaton, standing over the boy that was lying on the table. He held a knife to Brett's chest.

Brett was getting out of control, because now his eye were flicked open. Worried plastered all over his face, he shot up, forcing Mia to the wall. Mia's back met the metal table, making her grunt. She got up, rubbing her forearms, to find that Peter Hale was standing in the walkway; and Brett on the floor not breathing.

"I have some werewolf strength," He said,rubbing his fist. First he was looking at the boy on the found, then to Mia. "You could of done that, Mia." He said to her and she shrugged.  Then Peter was looking at Derek, seeing his scratches on his arm, they weren't healing as fast.

Deaton had moved to the ground, same knife in hand. He cut open Brett's chest, this released yellow stream that rushed out of him.

"He is breathing," Mia said in relief.

"Shh, do you hear that?" Stiles asked next to Mia. His ear was near Brett's mouth.

"What does that mean? 'Three thing can long be hidden, the sun, the moon, the truth'?" Mia asked. "Is that what he said even?"

"It's a Buddhist mantra, werewolves say it to stay in control." Deaton said to the group, still on the floor next to Brett, he was looking to Peter.

Mia had no clue with this was, she looked to Peter as well as everyone else. He looked to Derek, sighing, he said, "Sotomi."

From what Mia was told, Sotomi was a werewolf the was bitten in the 40s, she had a pack who hidden in the woods of Beacon Hills.

"So, let's find her. Tell her that people are going after her pack," Mia proposed. Now she was standing, arms crossed.

"You're going home," said Derek. "It's  late." Mia rolled her eyes, sighing. "Mia, go home." 

Mia stormed out to the jeep, not waiting for Stiles. But she heard footsteps, thinking it was Stiles; it was Derek.

"What do you want?" Mia snapped at him. He was acting so differently, he was pushing her away. 

"Sorry you're mad," he said.

"Ever since you got back, you've been an ass," Mia flat out said it. "I'm mean really, what the hell?"

"Why do you care?"