Derek pulls into the Beacon Hills Hospital parking lot and the two werewolves are out faster than I can unbuckle my seatbelt. I slam my car door shut, hurrying to keep up with them, but not saying a word. I plan to keep my promise and not complain. Derek leads us into the hospital and down a series of hallways. I follow him and Scott into a room. There's a single man sitting in the center of it, just staring off into space. Scott looks between Derek and the man for minute.
"Who is he?" he asks finally.
"My uncle," Derek replies, staring firmly at the patient. "Peter Hale."
As soon as he says the name, chills run up my spine. It's a psychic feeling, I'm pretty sure, considering it's warm in the room.
"Is he ..." Scott starts, trailing off. "Like ... you? A werewolf?"
"He was," Derek says simply. "Now he's barely even human."
I study his face. There's almost a tint of sadness in the hardness. I might be imagining it, in the dark and after the long day we just had.
"Six years ago, my sister and I were at school and our house caught fire," Derek tells us. He stares at me while talks. "Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor."
"So ... what makes you so sure that they set the fire?" Scott inquires.
"'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us," Derek shakes his head angrily.
"Well, then ... they had a reason," Scott decides.
"Like what?" Derek asks. He looks at me pointedly, like he's trying to tell me something silently. "You tell me what justifies this."
He swivels the man around and his face falls to the side. It's all burned - red, veiny, and blistery. I swallow heavily, feeling my lunch start to slide back up. I press the back of my hand to my mouth, unable to meet Derek's eyes when he looks at me. I promised no complaining and technically, I'm not.
"They say they'll only kill an adult and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire," Derek is growing angrier and angrier. "This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do."
"What are you doing?" a voice squeaks behind us. "How did you get in here?"
The three of us swivel around to find a nurse standing there. I pray that she doesn't recognize Scott and I and rat us out to Mom. I wonder if Mom's even working tonight.
"We were just leaving," Derek tells her, glancing back at his uncle. He pulls Scott's arm and I follow the two of them out.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
