Suddenly, I remember Derek on the other side of the counter. "Derek!" I rush to his side. He squeezes his eyes shut in pain, worming through broken glass.
"What did you do to him?" he groans out his question.
"I don't know," I admit quietly.
"Is he ...?"
"I don't know!" I repeat, louder.
"Dead? No. I'm alive," Peter says behind us.
I follow Derek as he futiley makes his way into a back room.
"I was going to wait, for dramatic flare, but ..." Peter looks at the mirror sitting on the table. The burned half of his face morphs back into smooth, healthy skin. "When you look this good, why wait?" He admires his reflection before turning back to us.
"Egotistical much?" I roll my eyes.
"Over confident much?" Peter mocks me. "Derek," he he turns look at his nephew. "You have to give me a chance to explain. After all, we're family."
"Emerson?" Derek says. I look at him. "Go find Stiles, and get out of here." I open my mouth to protest, but he just growls, "Now! Go!"
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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...
