Damaged 》Teen Wolf

The Overlooked

I can't believe it was her all this time. Who would have thought that Miss Blake was the one killing people? She almost killed Lydia and that thought alone makes me want to rip her throat out. Her taking Mr. Stilinski makes me want to pull a Peter and shove my claws through her back.

Good thing we beat her to my house. It gives us the chance to tell Derek that his girlfriend is a psychotic bitch. And here I thought that she actually cared especially for Derek. I let out a sigh of relief when Derek believed us. How could he not? The evidence is right there. My heart ached when I saw Stiles crying. I held on to his hand until that motherfucker showed up.

"Derek? Derek, where are you?" She called out frantically. I let out a little growl until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to see Scott shaking his head at me. Not yet.

"Right here," Derek said.

She ran over and hugged him. I felt a bit of vomit coming out of my mouth at the sight. "Thank god. Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it - before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?"

"Scott, Stiles, Mina. They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me." Playing the trust me card. I was about to charge at her, but Stiles pulled me back. I looked at him and my gaze softens when I see a few more tears running down his cheek.

"What is it?" Derek asked.

"Promise you'll listen to me."

Derek nodded. "I promise."

Miss Blake smiled before she started kissing him. I clenched my free hand to avoid breaking Stiles'. Bitch, get off my brother.

Derek didn't kiss back which caused Miss Blake to pull back. "They're already here, aren't they?" She basically confirmed. We walked around the broken wall. If it wasn't for Stiles' hand in mine, I would have charged at her right then and there. "So... they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?" Lies. All lies.

"We told him you're the one killing people," Scott said.

She scoffed. "Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

I glared at her. "You've done it before."

"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked as another tear dropped down his face.

"How should I know?" She asked in disbelief before looking back at Derek. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

Derek looked back at us. His gaze met mine and I shook my head. Don't believe a single word she says.

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" He asked.

"No," She lied.

"Ask that bitch why she almost killed Lydia," I sneered.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that."

That's it. I growled at her before I removed my hand from Stiles'. I was about to run at her, until Scott grabbed me from my waist and pulled me back. I struggled to get out of his grip to kill that son of a bitch.

"Let go!" I sneered. "Scott, let go!" Scott pushed me towards Stiles. He wrapped one arm around my waist and one on the back of my head. I calmed down a bit but that didn't stop my glare from getting any more heated.

Derek glared at Miss Blake. "What do you know?"

Miss Blake shook her head. "I know that these kids, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. And one they can't prove, by the way." She's basically gloating.