𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 | ❝ There are so many threats happening all at once and no one trusts anyone. People are dying and we don't know why or how or who's going to be next. And we can't protect anyone if we can't trust each other. ❞
The supernatu...
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We walked through the empty school toward the pools and as we got to our destination, I saw Derek standing in front of one of the pools with a basketball in his hand.
I growled as she let my brother go and stood at Derek's side. I stepped in front of Stiles and narrowed my eyes at Derek.
"Keep your bitch on a leash, Derek," I snarled. "If she touches Stiles again, I'll rip her hands from her wrists."
Erica snarled back, baring her fangs and ready to lunge at me, but Derek stopped her, growling a low warning to her.
"I'll keep that in mind," Derek said to me, a hint of a smirk on his face.
I stood beside my brother again and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Stiles," Derek said, turning to Stiles.
"Derek."
"What did you see at the mechanic's garage?" he asked.
I turned my head to my brother, curious about the same thing. He'd been fairly vague about what had happened that night and what he had seen. I think he didn't want me to freak out; which would make sense. My brother was a weakness of mine and I did have a tendency to freak out if something happens to him.
Could you blame me? I knew what was out there and my brother was more vulnerable than me.
"Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting," he pointed out. I chuckled at his sarcasm but I also knew he wasn't kidding. He told me that the place was just awful.
Derek's claws came out and he used them to pop the basketball as a kind of threat and I growled at him.
What a nice 180 after only a couple of hours.
"Holy God," my brother gulped.
"Let's try that again," Derek stated, tossing the flat basketball to the floor.
I narrowed my eyes. "Threatening my brother gets you nowhere, Derek," I snapped. "Maybe try asking nicely for once and you might get what you want."
"I want answers, Sarah," Derek said, more calmly than I felt. "Whatever killed the mechanic killed Isaac's father and it could come after any one of us next."
Stiles huffed in annoyance. "Sarah, it's fine," he assured me.
I narrowed my eyes at Derek again but stepped back.
"Alright, the thing was pretty slick-looking. Um, skin was dark, kind of patterned." Stiles felt frightened talking about the creature he had scene the night before and I understood. "I think I actually saw scales."
My brows furrowed together at his description. I had never heard of a creature like that, so, how could we fight it if we didn't know what it was?
"Is that enough? Okay, 'cause I have somebody I really need to talk to."
