Slightly Reminiscent (Slightly Awkward Series / Book Six / Teen Wolf)

chapter seventeen---WEREWOLVES OF LONDON

The same night as the shootout at Scott's house, Melissa, Raphael, Mason, Lydia, they were all in the hospital. The only humans that hadn't been shot there were Argent and me, and that was pure luck. Scott and Malia had been shot a little, but they had healed safely.

Scott, Dad and I were talking in the hospital hallway.

"Where's my dad?" Scott asked worriedly.

"Transferred to San Francisco Memorial," I answered. "He's gonna be fine."

Scott sighed in relief. "Okay. And what about Mason?"

"Already out of surgery," I answered.

"Lydia?" Scott asked.

"She's all right, too," I answered. "Bullet missed everything that matters, thank God."

Dad nodded in agreement. "Scott, Stacie... we got lucky."

I shook my head, angry but worried. "They almost died."

"But they're gonna live," Dad told us. "We're gonna have two deputies posted here around the clock. Nobody sets foot on this floor without my authorization. Scott, Stacie... I got a pretty good idea how you're feeling right now. But the whole Sheriff's department is gonna be on this. I am gonna find out who did this."

"We all already know who did this," Scott told us.

Scott and I walked away down the hallway, toward Malia and Liam.

"Hey," Liam told us worriedly. "What do we do?"

"No more peace summits," Scott told us. "No more running. No more half measures."

"What's the plan?" Malia asked.

"We fight back," I answered.

"I'm good with that plan," Malia told us.

"And Gerard?" Liam asked. "Monroe? The hunters?"

"We take them all on," I answered.

"Then we're gonna need more firepower," Liam told us.

I nodded in agreement. "Not just firepower. We're gonna need an army."

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Dad and I were in the Sheriff's office, talking to Monroe.

I was placing down each of the bullets that had been fired into Mason, Melissa, Raphael and Lydia on the desk.

"You don't really think I shot up Scott McCall's house, do you, Stacie?" Monroe asked. Deputy DeWitte placed a coffee mug on the desk for Monroe. "Thank you." DeWitte left the room. Monroe looked at Dad and me. "I think I want a lawyer. Although, I have no idea why I need one, since I didn't shoot up that house."

"You don't need a lawyer," Dad told her, placing out a file with a picture of Monroe. "You got an alibi. That's security camera footage from the school on the night of the attack."

"Then why am I here?" Monroe asked. "What do you want?"

"We got four people in the hospital with gunshot wounds," I told her. "Two teenagers like me. Three of them are ordinarily human like you and us, which means that you and your people are willing to kill even innocents just to get what you want. It's not what we want."

"It's who," Dad finished.

Monroe smirked smugly.

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Dad and I were showing Monroe the graphic details of Gerard's past by photos from old cases.