The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Seventeen: Protector

I took a few steps forward, still on the porch of the house, my eyes gazing between Derek, Boyd, Isaac and Erica. "You don't know that," my voice gently said. "You didn't even believe I was real until the other day. So, how would this be any different?" I asked, my eyebrow raised to him, as I kept my distance. But the others looked confused on what I had just said, meaning Derek hadn't told them.

"It's her and I'm here to stop her," Derek's voice turned cold. "Get out of the way or help. That's what you do, isn't it?" Derek shot at me, he pulled the 'Witches help' card. I bit my bottom lip and nodded to him, sort of agreeing with his statement.

"You're right, I do help," I began, my eyes locking with just Derek. "That's why I'm going to protect Lydia. Even if I have to fight you," my eyes narrowed to him. His expression turned sour - so to speak - as my answer wasn't the one he wanted to hear. I turned on my heels and headed back to the front door, knocking on it, letting Stiles and Allison know I was ready to come back in. "You don't want to be on my bad side Derek," I said without even turning around to make eye contact with him, but loud enough for him to hear.

The door swung open a bit, allowing me to slip in and making Stiles blot it back up once again, putting the chair there. To be honest that wasn't going to do much, but it's there for his comfort. I turn to face the now secured door, Stiles and Allison looking at me with amazement in their eyes.

"I have balls," I spoke with a smirk tugging on my lips, as I walked forward and grabbed my Grimoire from Stiles's hand, as he was left speechless with my comment. I flipped it back open to a random page, before reading the contents over, before flicking through the aged pages.

Moments passed, as I found nothing in the Grimoire that could help us in this predicament as nearly all of the spells require some sort of personal item from the intended subject. I huff in frustration as I slam the book shut, making Allison and Stiles shift their eyes to me.

"I can't find anything to protect Lydia without her knowing what's going on," I stressed to the two, as I ran my right hand through my blonde hair, my left holding my Grimoire tight.

I cast my gaze to Allison, who's expression was clearly thinking back to something. "A Cloaking spell?" Allison had asked me, clearly remembering what I had shown her.

"A cloaking spell would work, but then that would make her look guilty of being the Kanima," I pondered the idea to Allison as she then realised her idea was sort of a stupid one.

"I got an idea," Stiles had now butted in, making us take our gaze to him. "Just shoot one of them," he said as he turned to look outside then back to us, as I moved closer to Allison, who peered outside herself.

"Are you serious?" Her voice didn't sound too sure of that plan of Stiles.

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. or at least give it a shot, right?" Stiles insisted to Allison as she had her crossbow, parting the curtain to have a look at Derek and his pack.

"Okay," Allison had finally said, as she thought of shooting one of them.

"Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of them," Stiles states, knowing that it was true, if one of them would get shot, they would go as they don't think we will fight.

Allison slowly parted the opening of the curtain, taking her gaze outside. "Which one?" She asked, wanting advice on this matter.

"Uh... Derek... Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head," Stiles replies to her question, making me roll my eyes at him, as he still hasn't learned about werewolves.