Awakened ☾ TEEN WOLF {1}

Co-Captain

I tried not to think about it, about any of it. Him hurting Scott. Or that his clawed hand was wrapped painfully tight around my wrist. Pulling me everywhere with him. Like a dog on a leash. A very short leash.

I hear Scott, coming closer to us. Then I finally hear his voice.

"Thank god! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?" Scott's voice was so worried. Peter stepped out from the shadows, moving behind Scott, and pulling me with him. Scott's back is facing us, while he's looking at Derek. Scott takes a second, then slowly turns around.

"I really don't get lacrosse." Peter says.

"It was you...." Scott whispers, then looking at the terror on my face when he saw Peter's hand latched on my wrist.

"When I was in high school, we played basketball." Peter says. "There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes, and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your and Kara's help here."

"Kara has nothing to do with this, let her go." Scott tells him sternly.

"Oh, but she does." Peter smiles, pulling me closer to him. My breathing was staggering and I couldn't move an inch away. "Thanks to her pathetic father, my entire family was killed, so now, she's gonna protect us from the hunters."

"I can't help you!" I tried to tell him again. "I'm not a WereWolf!"

Peter yanks me in front of him, pressing his razor sharp claws up against my throat.

"Let her go!" Scott yells. I can't stop trembling, my eyes shut tight and I pray it's quick.

"I'm surprised you didn't kill her, Derek." Peter says, looking over to him. "You could've had her strength, her protection."

"She's not part of the deal!" Derek warns him. "You kill her and I won't help you!"

"We don't stand a chance against the hunters without her, and you know that." Peter tells him.

"Please..." I plead, looking at Derek, my lips trembling. "Please- don't let him kill me...."

"Let her go." Derek says, his eyes flashing blue. "Now."

I feel Peter's claws slowly retract, and he let's go of me, pushing me forward. I would've fallen if Scott hadn't caught me, pulling me close behind him.

"You have twenty-four hours." Peter says walking towards the exit doors. "Then I'm killing her myself."

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Derek took Scott and I home after Peter left us there at the school. I didn't say a word to either of them the whole ride. Once it was just Derek and I in the car, I hesitantly looked over to him.

"He said... he said that he was, surprised, that you hadn't killed me yet." I spoke softly. "Were you-"

"No," He says looking at me. "I was never going to hurt you. I wouldn't do that."

"Then why-"

"Please, go inside." He nods towards my house. "Talk with your dad, he's the only one who can explain, if he doesn't tell you, then I will. I'll explain everything, and I won't let hurt Peter hurt you. I swear."

I didn't look at him. I just quickly took off my seatbelt and got out of the car. I wanted to trust him, but honestly, I have no idea who I can trust anymore. My world used to be simple, but now, I couldn't make sense of anything.

I waited for Derek's car to pull away, but it didn't move until I walked inside. It wasn't until I stepped through that door that I realized how much of a mess I looked in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and my eyes were almost unrecognizable.