The baby, the Alphas and the Fox (Book 3)

Chapter 二十二

3rd P.O.V

Over at the loft, Jennifer Blake pulled the entrance door open and started to stomp into the room. "Derek!" she called out. She then started running further inside. "Derek, where are you?"

"Right here."

Jennifer turned around and saw Derek walking slowly up from a corner of the room. "Oh thank god," she muttered as she then ran to him. She went in for a hug. "Something happened, at the recital, at the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it- before you hear any of it from them."

"Hear it from who?" Derek asked her calmly.

"Scott. Stiles. They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What is it?" he asked looking right at her.

"Promise you'll listen to me," she pleaded to him.

Derek nodded. "Promise," he said softly.

Jennifer then went and gave Derek a soft kiss but pulled back suddenly when she felt that he wasn't being responsive to it. She looked back at him with a sullen face. "They're already here, aren't they?" Derek gave her a look before he turned his gaze to look over her shoulder. Jennifer turned around and saw Scott and Stiles, with Kylie in his arms, step out from around the corner. The both of them looking at her with hard stares while Kylie held onto Stiles' neck, her head in his shoulder. Her jaw stiffened a bit. "So... they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott was seething inside.

"Oh, that's right," she said with a sarcastic tone. "Committing human sacrifices, while cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour that way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked her. His face was hard and firm but his eyes were shining from unshed tears.

Kylie tightened his hold on Stiles, sending his distress.

"How should I know?" she asked them. She then turned to Derek. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

There was a moment of silence.

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" he asked her.

"No," she gasped as her face fell in slight horror.

"She tried to kill Lydia," Kylie piped up, turning her head to look at Derek.

"Lydia Martin?" Jennifer said looking mortified. "I don't know anything about that!"

"What do you know?" Derek asked a bit pointedly.

So much that Jennifer nearly took a step back. "All I know is that these boys, for some misguided reason, are trying to fill your head with some absurd story and they already managed to fill up a four year old's head with unbelievable stories." She then turned to them. "Ones that they can't prove by the way."

Scott raised his head a bit as Stiles set Kylie down. "What if we can?"

Her face fell. "What?"

"My boss told me of a poison and a cure," he said, looking at his sister, who opened her palm, showing a vial in it. "Which means you can use it and it could be used against you."

"Mistletoe," she glared at him.

But Kylie stepped up and threw the dust right at her and covered her up in it. She started screaming the moment it hit her and her body started shaking. Her face then flashed into the pale and scratched version that they had seen before and she screeched at them. A bolt of lightning struck and illuminated all their shocked faces, as well as the dim light from their gold eyes. Or in Derek's case red eyes just before Ms. Blake went back to normal and had started coughing. Coughing that didn't get a chance to stop before Derek went and grabbed her by the throat.