moonlight.

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

HAVEN NERVOUSLY CHECKED her phone, waiting anxiously for derek to answer her. she left him multiple of messages, growing nervous as he never once responded. he had texted her a while earlier, asking her to meet him at the school.

so her, jackson, lydia, and allison all sat in jackson's car in the school parking lot. scott had texted allison as well, asking her to meet him at the school. haven was smart enough and lied about the person texting her wasn't derek.

"where could they be?" allison asked, staring at the school through the window in jackson's car.

haven's knee bounced up and down quickly as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. she glanced at her phone, expecting to see a message from derek but there was nothing. she dialed his number, only for it to go straight to voicemail.

"i'm going inside." haven said, ripping her seatbelt off and going to open the door only for allison to stop her.

"no! you're not going in there, you could get hurt." allison told her, holding onto her arm. "i'll call him again. they're probably in the locker room or something."

haven sighed, leaning her head back as she closed her eyes. all she wanted right now was to be with derek.

•••

stiles and scott ran inside a classroom, slamming the door shut behind them. stiles looked around before his eyes landed on the desk. "the desk! the desk!"

scott flung the papers off the desk and began pushing the desk toward the door. the loud screeching from the desk moving against the tiled floor made stiles cringed. "stop!"

"the door's not going to keep it out." stiles whispered.

"i know!" scott sighed, standing straight up.

"it's your boss." stiles said, catching scott off guard.

"what?" scott looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"deaton, the alpha..." stiles glared at him. "your boss!"

"no." scott shook his head, not believing that the animal could be his boss.

rolling his eyes, stiles huffed. "yes, murdering psycho werewolf."

"it can't be!"

"oh come on. he disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss derek twenty feet through the air? that's not convenient timing?" stiles explained, noting all the details from what they had just seen.

"it's not him!" scott fought back.

"he killed derek." stiles told him, trying to make him understand.

"derek isn't dead."

"blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? that doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. he's dead and we're next." stiles stared at him, watching him look around frantically as he thought what to do next.