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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝, or at least that was the perspective held by Peter Hale. He had witnessed the blossoming relationship between his nephew and the charming brunette, Morgan, over the past few months, and it stirred a mix of emotions within him. While he found himself growing fond of Morgan, he couldn't shake off the pangs of jealousy that arose from seeing Derek so blissfully in love. In stark contrast, Peter had only experienced heartbreak, which deepened his feelings of inadequacy and longing.
In a desperate attempt to win Morgan's affection for himself, Peter concocted a plan that revolved around giving her the bite. He believed that by transforming her, she would be able to see past Derek's insecurities and recognize her true feelings for him. However, Peter's youthful impulsiveness blinded him to the potential consequences of his actions. He failed to consider the grave risks involved, including the possibility of Morgan's death, as he relentlessly pushed this idea onto Derek. His intentions, though rooted in a desire to help, were misguided and reckless.
Despite Derek's initial resistance to the idea, Peter's persuasive nature ultimately swayed him, leading to a situation that neither of them could have anticipated. The couple found themselves caught in a web of complications, all stemming from Peter's misguided belief that he could manipulate love through supernatural means. As the reality of their choices began to unfold, the consequences of Peter's actions loomed large, casting a shadow over the relationships they had all come to cherish.
Derek had discreetly placed a note in Morgan's locker, inviting her to meet him at school after hours. The thrill of the invitation sent a rush of excitement through her, a feeling she wasn't accustomed to, as she typically adhered to the rules. However, when it came to Derek, her usually logical mind seemed to falter, leading her to embrace this unexpected adventure despite the risks involved.
As Morgan stepped into the dimly lit hallway, she called out softly, "Derek?" A wave of apprehension washed over her; the darkness was unsettling, and she was not one to seek out trouble. Her heart raced as she cautiously made her way down the corridor, but her unease quickly escalated when a hulking figure emerged from the shadows. Time seemed to stretch as she realized the danger looming before her, and panic surged through her veins.
Before Morgan could react or escape, the monstrous being lunged at her with terrifying speed. Its fangs and claws appeared grotesquely inhuman, sending her into a scream that echoed through the empty hall. Meanwhile, Derek, who had been waiting anxiously, felt a sharp pang of dread as he heard her cries. He bolted down the hallway, desperate to reach her and prevent her from falling victim to the creature. Tragically, he arrived too late; the small girl had already suffered the bite, and the reality of their situation began to sink in.
Before Morgan could react or escape, the monstrous being lunged at her with terrifying speed. Its fangs and claws appeared grotesquely inhuman, sending her into a scream that echoed through the empty hall. Meanwhile, Derek, who had been waiting anxiously, felt a sharp pang of dread as he heard her cries. He bolted down the hallway, desperate to reach her and prevent her from falling victim to the creature. Tragically, he arrived too late; the small girl had already suffered the bite, and the reality of their situation began to sink in.
Tears streamed down the faces of the two teenagers as the boy frantically attempted to save his girlfriend, but despite his desperate efforts, nothing seemed to alleviate her suffering. Blood flowed from her wounds, and with each passing moment, Derek felt the weight of despair pressing down on him. In a state of panic and confusion, he made a split-second decision to carry Morgan to the only sanctuary he could think of—the nemeton, a place he believed would offer her the safety she so desperately needed.
The nemeton was an underground refuge, a hidden sanctuary where the intertwining roots of ancient trees formed a protective embrace. It was a place Derek had been advised to retreat to whenever danger loomed, a location that had always provided him with a sense of security. As he laid Morgan down on the cool, earthy ground, he felt a flicker of hope that this familiar haven would somehow shield her from the grim fate that seemed to be closing in around them.
In the shadows, Peter observed the scene unfold with a heart heavy with dread. The girl he cherished was slipping away, and the reality of her impending death shattered his plans. He had envisioned a future where Morgan would embrace her new identity as a werewolf and choose him as her partner, not Derek. As she gasped for breath, her final words escaped her lips, a haunting whisper meant for her boyfriend, leaving Peter to grapple with the bitter taste of loss and the cruel twist of fate that had led them to this moment.
"I knew," Morgan murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She had pieced together the peculiarities of her boyfriend's nature, the way he could hear sounds that eluded her and detect scents that seemed beyond the realm of human capability. Despite these strange traits, her affection for him remained unwavering; she cherished him deeply, no matter what he truly was beneath the surface.
"And you still liked me?" Derek's voice broke as he sensed the rhythm of Morgan's heartbeat begin to fade. The thought of losing her was unbearable; she was his everything, the sole person who filled his heart with love and purpose. The desperation in his tone reflected the depth of his feelings, a raw vulnerability that laid bare his fear of a future without her.
"I loved you." were the final words that escaped Morgan's lips before she slipped away, leaving Derek holding her lifeless form. As her spirit departed, his eyes glimmered with a sorrowful blue, overwhelmed by the weight of grief. In that moment, he could hardly bear the reality of her absence and fled from the scene, consumed by anguish.
Yet, unbeknownst to the Hale brothers, as they mourned in the depths of the forest, a miraculous change was unfolding; Morgan's heart began to beat once more, and this time, it pulsed with a dual rhythm, hinting at a new beginning intertwined with the end they believed had come.
