The Phoenix

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Mac's POV

Seeing as Derek was back, I decided to skip school again. I was still wallowing in self-pity and wanted to stay as far away from Stiles as possible. Not sure how well it would work, seeing as I lived in his house. Derek and I sat in his loft, catching up.

"So wait, Mexican hunters kidnapped you and Peter and held you for how long?" I asked.

"A month, maybe two. You know it wasn't even my fault we got caught." Derek responded, causing me to laugh. Of course it was Peter's.

"And they wanted to know about Cora?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, of course I didn't say anything. Peter lost a finger though." Derek said with a smirk, making me burst out in laughter again. We were currently sitting on his couch, his head in my lap. I haven't felt this carefree in months.

"God, I wish I could've seen that." I said chuckling. A silence fell over us, as we were lost in our thoughts. Ever since I moved here, my life just seems to be spinning more and more out of control. I always thought I would have a boring life after my mom.

Of course, my life is quite the opposite. My brother is a werewolf, I'm a freaking fireball, my aunt is a direct reflection of my greatest fear, the whole thing with Stiles, and also there are shadow ninjas attacking all of my friends.

"Mac, you okay?" Derek asked. "Your eyes are orange." I didn't even realize I was losing control. My vision change didn't even occur to me. I shook my head, making eyes change back to their vibrant blue.

"Yeah, sorry. I've recently learned my powers stem from emotions, dark ones to be precise. I guess stress is one of those." I said with a fake smile.

"No, I mean in general." He clarified. I let out a chuckle.

"I will be, eventually." He sighed and grabbed my hand. I looked down at our entwined fingers. I've missed this. I've missed him so much. "I'm really glad you're back."

"Mac, talk to me." 

"What do you want me to say Derek? Of course I'm not okay. I always thought I'd have sex for the first time with someone I loved. With you. Then everything with The Alphas and Jennifer happened." I said and he looked away from me. No doubt feeling some guilt. "I feel like a complete idiot for sleeping with Stiles. I should've known better. Stiles has always been all about Lydia. It's just everything is spinning so out of control. I needed to have a distraction. To feel normal. I wish I could take it back." Before Derek could respond, my phone rang. A unsaved number popped up.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Mac. It's Aiden." The werewolf twin said. I groaned.

"What do you want Thing 1?" I asked. "How did you even get my number?" Seriously, how do these people keep getting my number? Maybe it's time to change it.

"We can't find Scott." Aiden said. My face scrunched up in confusion. Derek's face matched mine.

"Why are you looking for him? And why should I even help you?" I asked him.

"Because those demon ninjas are coming after him and me and my brother are gonna protect him." Aiden replied simply, like I should've known this information.