"Hello?" I call out as I walk into the animal clinic.
"Good evening, Emerson," Deaton greets as he walks into the room. "I'm so glad you could make it in. You don't have any clue where your brother could be, do you?"
"No," I say, dropping my stuff on the floor. "Something important must've come up. His phone still isn't fixed, so ..."
Deaton nods and heads back to the other room so I start working. I sweep and clean and feed the animals. We've already closed and I've flipped the sign when I hear the bells tinkle above the door.
"Must be Scott," I look over at Deaton, who is filling out paperwork on the examination table.
"Scott, you're late again," he says as he tries to finish up the section he's on. "I hope this isn't getting to be a habit."
I keep organizing the drawers and Deaton completes his part. He looks over at the doorway, setting the pen down, and his face changes.
"Can I help you?" he asks. I start to walk over to see who it is, but Deaton shakes his head at me.
"Hope so," the voice responds. My heart skips a beat and then starts to pound loudly. Derek. I ignore Deaton and walk over to watch him.
"Who are you?" Deaton asks.
"A friend of Emerson's," Derek ticks his chin in my direction. Deaton looks in my direction for confirmation, but I just stare ahead. "Want to know about the animal you found with the spiral on its side?"
"Excuse me?" Deaton furrows his eyebrows. "What animal?"
"Three months ago. The deer," Derek tells my boss. He unfolds a piece of paper and holds it up. I squint at it, but I can't make it out. "You remember this?"
I march up and grab the paper away from Derek, looking at the picture. A deer lays in a grass, a very clear spiral on its side.
"Oh, yes," Deaton answers brightly, looking at the picture over my shoulder. "It's just a deer. And I didn't find it. They called me because they wanted to know if I'd ever seen anything like it."
"What'd you tell them?" Derek demands, taking his paper back. He's got his "scary" face on. It's not very scary to me anymore.
"I told them 'no,'" Deaton is standing with his arms crossed. Derek scowls and lowers the paper. He starts to walk towards my boss.
"Did you hear that?" Derek asks. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Hear what?" Deaton takes a step back.
"The sound of your heartbeat rising." The werewolf doesn't stop advancing.
"Excuse me?" Deaton asks again. His back is now against the wall.
"Derek," I say, walking around the examination table to stand next to the two of them.
"It's the sound of you lying," Derek accuses. He lunges forward, grabbing Deaton's shirt and throws his over the examination table.
"Derek!" I shout, grabbing his jacket to pull him back.
"Didn't I tell you to stop interfering?" Derek snaps at me and shrugs me off.
"He's not even moving, Derek! You're going to kill him! How can I not interfere?" I demand. I can feel my blood pumping angrily.
"Just stay out of it!" Derek pulls Deaton up. There's a cut across his cheek and his eyes are still closed.
"I'm not going to let you kill my boss," I state evenly. "Maybe I was okay with you messing with Jackson on the field, but -"
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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...
