The Bastard Child ~Teen Wolf

Chapter Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Eight

Mac's POV

"Mac, wake up!" I heard and someone started shaking me. I opened my eyes and Stiles was standing over me.

"What?" I asked groaning, turning away from him.

"Scott called. Something happened at the hospital. We gotta go." He said and I sat up. It's always something with this town.

"Stiles head up there. I'll meet you there." I said, tossing off the covers. I winced as I moved my hand weird and pain shot through it. It's been a couple days since we got back in town. My wrist, while healing, isn't better yet completely. So I've been wearing a wrist brace, expect when I sleep.

By time I got to the hospital, Scott, Stiles, and Melissa were talking to Sheriff S. I walked up to them just as Scott and Stiles walked away.

"These are definitely sacrifices, right?" Scott asked.

"What are?" I asked, trying to get filled in.

"Two doctors mysteriously disappeared today." Scott replied. I nodded my head in understanding.

"Yeah it's one Deaton mentioned, healers." Stiles replied.

"What about Danny? He threw up mistletoe." Scott mentioned. I hit him on the shoulder.

"Danny did what? Is he okay?" I asked concerned. Danny has always been nice to me, even though we haven't talked much recently.

"That's not a coincidence, and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died." Scott said, ignoring me, "Danny's not a healer."

Stiles looked stumped as we were. He looked past Scott toward his dad. I turned and saw Sheriff S on the phone with a sour look. Stiles asked Scott to listen and he turned back in shock.

"They found a body." Scott said in a slightly shocked voice. Stiles' face dropped.

"Don't sound to enthusiastic about it, Scott." I said, pointing out his non somber tone. We looked at each other.

"I'm betting that was the first sacrifice." I pointed out. We watched at Stiles' dad rushed off in his police car.

"I'm betting you're right." Stiles said.

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"I'm not going to that bitch's class." I told Isaac standing down the hall from Jennifer Blake's class. Scott and Stiles walked up.

"You have to go." Stiles said, and I just glared at him.

"Unless you want me to fry her alive I front of the whole class, I'm not gonna go." I stated.

"Don't you have an anchor or something to keep control? Having an anchor works for all of the rest of the supernatural creatures." Scott asked.

"The funny thing is that even before I was a supernatural creature, I had an anchor. I had a rock. It was Derek. Then I thought he died. Then I find out that the whole time I thought he died and I was losing my mind, he was sleeping with that bitch! So I'm not going!" I yelled and stormed away from my idiots friends and brother. I sat in the library reading a random book for the whole class period, then headed to Harris' class.

I sat at the desk behind Scott and Stiles, tapping away with my pen, hitting the desk. I head the door open and see the she-devil herself. I grip my pen in my hand and glare. Scott and Stiles turned around to look at me in fear.

"Good morning." She started, I harshest my glare and I noticed she smirked at me for a second. I balled my fist, trying not to expose myself as a 'Girl On Fire' to the rest of the classroom.

"As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing, I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place." She said. I rolled my eyes. The only thing keeping me in my seat, is the fact that I don't want to be hunted down and killed by an Argent.

As I glared at Ms. Blake's back. I noticed Scott answering his phone. He looked panicked, said something to Stiles and ran out the room. I followed in pursuit.

"Scott, wait, what's going on?" I yelled after him.

"Deaton's been taken!" He yelled back and continued to run down the hallway. I paused in shock. What? I started to follow, but Isaac called my name to stop me.

"What's up?" I asked, turning to see Isaac and Boyd.

"We need your help." Isaac said.

"With what?" I asked warily.

"To save Derek." Boyd said. I glared at them. Hell no, I don't wanna see him. I scoffed at them and turned away.

"Mac, I know you're mad and probably hate him, but do you really want him dead?" Isaac asked as I started to tune to corner. I paused. I hated him, at least I wanted to. I know I could never live with myself if I didn't do anything and he did end up dying.

I turned and looked and saw both of them smirking. I groaned, "What so you need help with?"

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Shorter chapter but I'm running out of ideas here. I don't know what I want Mac to do or see. I'll get it together. I only planned this far, haha.

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