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𝐀𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, a sharp twist of anxiety that she couldn't shake off. It had only been about ten minutes since she had woken up alone in the motel room, and even though Derek had just stepped out, she sensed that something was off. The nagging feeling in her gut urged her to take action rather than dismiss it as mere paranoia.
Trusting her instincts, Morgan hurriedly threw on some clothes and began stuffing her and Derek's belongings into a duffel bag. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on her as she made her way downstairs, a wave of nausea washing over her with each step. The same jolt of fear she had felt earlier that morning returned, sending chills down her spine and heightening her sense of dread.
When Morgan reached the front desk to inquire about Derek's whereabouts, her heart sank at the sight before her. The receptionist lay lifeless behind the counter, a bullet wound marring her forehead, but it was the postcard pinned to her head that truly horrified Morgan. It read, "DEREK HALE'S A SOON TO BE DEAD MAN," and in that moment, the reality of her worst fears came crashing down, leaving her reeling in shock and terror.
Morgan stifled a scream at the sight of the body, quickly catching a whiff of what seemed like hunters nearby. With trembling hands, she snatched Derek's car keys from their bag and hurried to his rental car. The pregnant woman could tell her boyfriend was nowhere near the isolated motel, but thankfully, her memories were fresh enough to help her start the car and head to a place she hoped would lead her to Derek—Beacon Hills.
As she drove, the brunette experienced strange tingles that came and went, reminiscent of the jolt you get when unplugging something from the wall. It wasn't painful, but it was unsettling, like a faint electric current running through her. Despite the odd sensations, she focused on the road, determined to reach her destination.
By the time Morgan arrived in Beacon Hills, night had fallen. She attributed the delays to her baby pressing on her bladder, forcing her to stop frequently. Still, her mind was on Derek, knowing he wouldn't just disappear, especially with the scent of hunters lingering nearby. She was certain he had been taken, and she was determined to find him.
Morgan found herself in a bit of a bind as the school had closed its doors, leaving her with limited options for help. She had no clue where any of the supernatural teens lived, and time was of the essence. Just when she thought she might be out of luck, she spotted the bright, welcoming lights of Deaton's animal shelter as she turned a corner.
As she pulled into the parking lot, memories of Talia flooded her mind. Deaton had often visited Talia, and the thought of Derek's mother, who was no longer with them, brought a wave of sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. Morgan had shed enough tears over the past few nights, mourning the losses that had piled up around her. It was time to channel her inner strength, to be resilient just as Derek had been.
