𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 - 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧/𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴

Chapter 10

I stood outside Lydia's room, waiting for my mom to arrive. It's all my fault. Lydia could have died. She almost died. Stiles told me what happened when he got here. Apparently, Lydia went looking for Jackson and wandered upon the Lacrosse field where the alpha who happens to be Peter Hale, Derek's uncle, bit her. 

Oh my God, what if she becomes a werewolf? We'll have to tell her everything. Lydia will freak out. She can't handle any of this. Oh my god, this is all my fault. This is- This--

"Vanessa?" I turn around when I see my mom rushing towards me. She pulls me in for a hug and I finally let the tears fall.

"Is she going to be okay?" I whisper, trying to control my tears.

"I don't know, baby"

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"Where are guys are going, I'm coming. And I know it's to look for Scott so don't ask me why I asked," I say as I walk up to Stiles and Jackson. When Jackson's about to say something to object I stop him. "You, don't even try to talk to me. You're the reason my sister was on that field in the first place, "I walk in front of them and turn to face the two, stopping them. "Any questions? Thank you, let's go" I turn around but stop when Chris Argent aka Hunter, stands in front of us with three of his hunter friends.

"Boys, Miss Matin," He smiles. "I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is," He asks.

I roll my eyes. "I've been here all night. I haven't seen him since the dance," I say.

Stiles nods. "Uhm, haven't seen him since the dance either. Jackson, you?"

"Uh, I -" Jackson stutters. I close my eyes and look down in disbelief. Of all the freaking times Jackson Whittmore decides to close his mouth... 

"Oh, for the love of God," 

Mr. Agent's look hardens. "Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?"

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Chris Argent pushes us all into one of the rooms along with his men who hold Jackson down by the bed. The other guy tried to hold me down but I warned, touch me and you lose a hand.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" Chris asks him. Random question...

"No. I could put it on my to - do - list if you just let me go," Stiles says. I roll my eyes. Dumbass.

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?" 

"Look, is any of this necessary? We have pl-" Chris looks back at me, making me shut up. -aces to...to be. 

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills," Stiles tells him. I hold back a laugh.

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?" Chris asks the buzzcut.