The Secret Hale| Derek Hales sister

seventeen

Brooke's POV

I awake in the backseat of a car, where I sit up abruptly and look around. In the front seat is Stiles, who stares back at me in concern.

"Oh thank god, I thought you were dead" He jumps into the backseat and wraps his arms around me. I hug him back but pull away quickly

"Where's Derek?" I ask. The last thing I remember was him being dragged away by my Uncle Peter.

The smile on Stiles's face drops, and he looks at me with sadness, "Peter took him. I'm sorry,Brooke"

I tense my jaw, "Peter is the alpha"

"Yeah, he is" Stiles places a sympathetic hand on my back.

"Peter killed my sister" My voice cracks as I hold back tears. Stiles shifts uncomfortably as he pulls his hand off my back

Stiles hesitates, "I think we need to go find Scott."

"Yeah, right. Sorry, it's just a lot to take in" I nod my head, regaining my focus to the task at hand.

Stiles just smiles again, then crawls back into the front seat. I follow and sit in the passenger.

The rest of the drive is silent as I think about the tonight's events. My childhood best friend, my uncle Peter, is the alpha who killed my sister. He took my brother, and for all I know, Derek could be dead.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the blue jeep abruptly coming to a stop. Stiles jumps out and starts to run into the high school . I just stay seated in the car with my seatbelt on.

Scott and Stiles come back after about five minutes, and they both sulk down into their seats. I just keep my gaze out the window.

"Hey Brooke, you okay?" Scott asks. I turn to look at him in the back seat.

I fake a smile, "Yeah, perfectly fine"

Both the boys take deep breaths before giving me more sympathetic looks. I somewhat hate the looks, they make me feel weak. I just look back out the window and listen as Stiles starts the car and drives out of the parking lot.

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"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole Hale of a lot-- Hale of a lot?" I hear Sheriff Stilinski mutter as I walk down the hallway of the Stilinski house

I stayed over at Stiles tonight in fear of Peter coming for me next. I was on my way to bed, until I heard my brothers name from the kitchen. I hang a right and move towards the dining table, pulling up a chair next to Stiles.

"Hell of a lot?" Stiles corrects his father. I look to the half full whiskey bottle in front of Sheriff and chuckle lightly.

"Yes. He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him" Sheriff slurs.

"How do you not have a picture of him?" Stiles looks confused. I raise my eyebrows as Sheriff turns the picture in his hand towards the two of us.

Like all werewolves when a picture is taken of them, Derek's eyes are glowing white. His whole face is covered by the white light. You can't see anything but the top of his hair.

"It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we try to get a mugshot, it's like two lazer beams were pointing at the camera." Sheriff mutters with his hands rubbing his forehead.

Stiles turns to look at me, "Nice"

"Oh god, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much and if either of you repeat any of that--"