I feel like my life has lost all meaning since I finished writing Mama Hale, so I'm gonna go crazy and just post all the chapters for you. Also, thank you to those who have gotten my brother's YouTube channel up from 53 to 63 subscribers. I know it's only a few, but it means the world to him. Don't be afraid to just pop on and hit subscribe. A link is in my profile bio. Enjoy the next spam of chapters.
-Recap-
Cora collapses and I catch her, carefully lowering her to the ground.
"Cora?" Hunter cries.
"Call an ambulance." I demand Noah and Stiles.
(Lyrica's P.O.V.)
"-And that's the lead I'm following." I reach Stiles just as Noah tries to walk off.
"Yeah, and another teacher's gonna die if you don't start listening to me."
"I am listening!" Noah screams, turning on his heel to face his son. "I have been listening!"
"You just don't believe." Stiles says, the entire waiting area quiet from the outburst. Noah turns and walks off. "Mom would've believed me."
Noah freezes as Stiles turns to walk off, only to run into me.
"Hey, Sti, can you keep an eye on Cora and Hunter for me?" I gently ask.
"Yeah. Why?" He quietly asks.
"Because I'm gonna make him believe." I subtly flash my eyes at him and he nods.
"Be safe, Lyrie."
"I will, Sti. Here's my keys. Take the Impala if you need anything." I hand him the keys and give him a hug before rushing after Noah.
I find him at his patrol car, about to get in.
"Noah!" I call, rushing to the car. He freezes, watching me as I reach the car.
"What are you doing, Lyrica?" He asks while I open the passenger door.
"Hitching a ride."
"Why, Lyrica?"
"Because we need to talk."
He reluctantly agrees and the first few minutes of the car ride are silent. I feel Noah's eyes on me as he drives and I roll mine, turning to face him.
"Eyes on the road. Listen to me while I talk."
He silently nods, reeking of worry and fear.
"I am only doing this for Stiles. Don't you dare think otherwise." I start. "He is only trying to help. We understand that you're stressed, but you can't take it out on him. He's been through a lot and he's under a hell of a lot more pressure than you. He spent too much time trying to keep you from knowing about all of this. It's not exactly easy to suddenly come clean. We weren't lying about all of this. Everything we told you is true. I am a werewolf. So is Cora. And Derek, and Scott, and Hunter. Well, Hunter isn't a werewolf, but he's close enough."
"So, what, these deaths really are all sacrifices?"
"Yes. Every person has been a part of them. They're in groups of three, each three being a specific category. And before you ask, we really have no clue who the Darach is."
"And you're a werewolf. How?"
"You can turn one of two ways. You're either born or bitten. I was bitten. So were Scott and Hunter. Derek was born." I explain.
"Cora and Isaac?"
"Cora was born. Isaac was bitten."
"And you can control it?"
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Mama Hale
Fanfiction//PSA BEFORE YOU READ: This story was written when I was brand new to everything writing. For a much better everything, go read the rewritten version on my profile. Still written by me, just MUCH better in literally every way. If you still choose to...
