"Emerson?" Scott calls from downstairs. I hear the front door close.
"In my room," I yell, not looking up from my phone. My Tuesday had been pretty calm compared to yesterday and I actually got all caught up on my homework. I was kind of proud of myself.
"Come with me," Scott appears, breathless, in my doorway. My heart skips a beat at the look of alarm on my brother's face.
"What's wrong? What's happening?" I ask him as I follow him into his dark room.
"I was at Allison's and – and -" he closes his bedroom door and locks it. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Something feels different about his room, like a presence that wasn't there the last time I came in.
"Scott ..." I say slowly, whirling around.
Scott runs over to his window, closes it, and locks it.
"What are you doing?" I ask him. My brother closes his blinds, too, and peers through them. "Are you being followed or something?"
"I don't know," he gasps. He reaches over and fumbles for the lamp. Once the dim light fills his bedroom, I see the person sitting in his chair.
"Derek?" I say in surprise. Scott jumps back.
"You seriously need to stop doing that!" Scott cries. Every time I walk in a room, I expect Derek to be waiting in the dark now.
"So, what happened?" Derek asks calmly. I flop down on my brother's bed. "Did he talk to you?"
"Yeah, we had a nice conversation the weather. No, he didn't talk!" Scott's eyes are wide. I open my mouth to ask who we're talking about, but Scott beats me to it. He looks over, catches my eye, and says, "The Alpha."
"Well, did you get anything off of him? An impression?" Derek demands. I've noticed that he hasn't looked in my direction once.
"What do you mean?" Scott asks.
"Remember your other senses are heightened," Derek stands up. "Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What kind of feeling did you get from him?"
"Anger," Scott nods.
"Focused on you?" Derek confirms.
"No, not – not me, but it was definitely anger. I could feel it," Scott squints, remembering. "Especially when he drew the spiral."
"Wait, the what?" Derek asks. Why does he always have to ask my questions before I can? "What'd you just say?"
"He drew this spiral on the window of my car, in the condensation, you know?" Scott asks. I gasp. Derek's eyes are wide and he's staring at the ground. "What?" Scott asks him. "You have this look like you know what it means."
"No, it's – it's nothing," Derek turns to leave.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait a second," Scott stammers out, grabbing Derek's arm. "You can't do that! You can't ask me to trust you and then just keep things to yourself."
"It doesn't mean anything," Derek maintains.
"The wolfsbane by your house was a spiral," I stand up and look at Derek. Try and ignore me now.
"You buried your sister under a spiral," Scott nods with me. "What does it mean?"
Derek unlocks and opens Scott's bedroom door. "You don't want to know."
Scott crosses his room and flops down on his bed. When I look closer, I see that his eyes are closed.
"Scott?" I ask.
"I'm sleeping," he answers without moving.
"Fine," I groan and walk back to my room. I pull my phone back out and channel my inner Stiles, searching the internet for the meaning of a spiral.
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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...
