Hidden Strength

Chapter Twelve:

Willa hadn’t planned to spend her Thursday night with the Argents. In fact, she had very much planned to spend it with her boyfriend, in his room, and not leaving until the next morning when she was required to attend school. But those plans had been completely dashed when the Alpha called for Scott earlier that night. Which, due to the terms of the very tentative agreement Scott and Derek had, meant Derek had to go meet Scott and they needed to track the Alpha, or something to that extent. And it meant leaving Willa at the Argents. 

Because as much as Derek hated the hunters, Scott had made a valid point; the Argents didn’t know she was a wolf, and if the Alpha came after her, who better to protect her than werewolf hunters? That was why instead of finally getting some alone time with Derek, she was sitting on Allison Argent’s bed, talking about him. Talking about him was much less satisfying than actually being in the same room as him, she found.

But she didn’t want to offend her potentially dangerous friend, so she pretended that Derek was busy, lied that Scott was doing homework, and Allison had been more than happy to finally have a friend over. Allison’s parents were on ‘date night’- Willa was nearly certain that that date involved wolfsbane and probably a gun- and her aunt Kate still felt bad about the ‘Condom Fiasco’. And the need to be ‘Fun Aunt Kate’ had been the only reason Willa was allowed over.

Honestly, Willa severely disliked Kate Argent. The woman nearly killed her mate, not caring who it was she shot, she just wanted to shoot something with a bullet of pure death. If she got the chance, Willa would gladly rip the bitch’s throat out herself. But seeing as she was ‘human’ and hadn’t technically met Kate, the blonde just smiled politely when she had arrived and been introduced, the urge to growl suppressed successfully.

Thankfully, that had been the only interaction she had had with the brunette Argent who lacked any semblance of a conscious. The past couple of hours had just been Allison and Willa, trading stories of their men. Willa had told her fair share of stories about Scott, of course, but at the moment, she was telling Allison about the pseudo-date she’d had on Tuesday. Like all her tales of her broody boyfriend, all werewolf and supernatural portions were edited and changed, and some parts were complete fiction to make it seem more date-like. 

Technically, Derek and Willa had never actually gone on a date. Willa didn’t care, of course, she preferred to just spend time alone with Derek, not go out where there were other people. But her relationship was odd enough, and she just needed Allison to think it was normal. Which was why she always did so damn well in the creative writing portions of English; she was fantastic at making things up when required. 

Allison took her turn telling Willa the absolutely pristine version of her date with Scott, with Willa teasing her sporadically. It was probably the only normal part of Willa’s life anymore, ironically. Werewolf and werewolf hunter’s daughter being friends, and it being the werewolf’s only remaining portion of normal. 

Willa tossed a pillow at Allison and told her, “You should thank me, for training my brother! If it weren’t for me, he’d be, well, he’d be like another Stiles.”

Faking a gag, Allison replied, “No offense to Stiles, but oh god! He’s a sweet kid, just not my type.” As much as she loved Stiles, Willa understood. Stiles was… as unique as both his real name and his nickname. It would take a special kind of girl for him, and he deserved the right girl, which was one reason that Willa would be going complete she-wolf on any girl who even considered dating her best friend.

The blond shook her head and sighed, “He’s verging on not being my type if he keeps up his little over-bearing routine. I swear, you’d think I was attacked the way he’s acting. It makes seeing Derek so damn difficult.”