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8. New Suspect

Scott went to the station to inform Stiles's father about the possible suspect. Derek, Malia, Mason and Ethan are looking for coach. Stiles is using his deputy badge to gather whatever information he can about the Millers. I am stuck here with Liam in the front porch of the Millers' house about to knock and have a nice chat with the brand-new people in town like grandmas.

Thirty minutes later-

I sensed no energy around either of them and Liam smelled no other people beside them in the house. He smelled something strange though. And he didn't recognize the smell. But other than that, nothing supernatural.

The brother's gay and I don't think that piece of information indicates that he's something supernatural. The house is a small NORMAL house. At least as normal as it could be with two recently turned nineteen siblings living in that house 'alone'.

But what happened during our little trip was bad. I don't think they are gonna ever talk to me or Liam. I broke a glass and spilled juice in their kitchen. Jack Miller got hurt. Liam wanted to use the restroom but he ended up staring at Jacey's bra in her bedroom and got caught by all of us.

Liam claims that he smelt something in that room and that's why he was staring. I believe him. He's dating someone who lives in Seattle. But I don't think the siblings do. We got out of that house after that.

Derek found coach. He wasn't dead. He was groaning somewhere in the woods and had a hex bag in his pocket. Scott burned it and then the coach just got up and walked away like nothing happened.

I told everyone what happened with the Millers. Liam explained the smell but nobody seemed to recognize it. Stiles found out that Jack and Jacey's parents are dead. They were both lawyers and died in a car crash. Left a fortune for the siblings. No criminal record or anything. A distant aunt took care of them for a while. But she also died in a car crash not too long after.

'Too many car crashes,' Stiles said.

'Could be shitty luck,' Malia retorted.

'Yeah,' Scott agreed.

That day when I was going home, I sensed a shift of energy nearby the 'gay' club of the town. I grinned and muttered, 'What the fuck is this now. Jack Miller?'

It was clear that this bastard was sly. No matter how much everyone tried he couldn't just be found. The pack members kept patrolling and kept tabs on the missing persons list. I told them about the energy shift I felt around that gay club and about my doubts about the Miller brother. They took it quiet seriously. And decided to talk to Deaton about it.

Stiles still helps me with my powers. I can seriously affect other people's emotions now. I even can knock people out. Something happened today.

We were in Derek's loft. While practicing I knocked Stiles out because he told me to practice on him. Derek was reading a book near not really minding us. He didn't know I could knock people out.

As soon as Stiles hit the ground, Derek shouted, 'STILES!' and was in front him in a flash. Then he bared his teeth towards my direction and hurled me in the air by my throat.

I was surprised at first. He was crushing my windpipe. I grabbed his hands attempting to pry them off. But obviously his werewolf strength overpowered me. And I know that even if he wasn't a werewolf, he'd overpower me (he's Derek Hale). But right now these theories didn't help saving my life. He hissed and put more pressure. It frightened me. Was Derek out of control? He shouldn't be because he had his anchor.

I used my power and threw him across the room. He crashed into the opposite wall and fell. As soon as his hand released my throat I fell on the floor with a thud and coughed. Stiles woke up by this time. He sat up and looked at me confused. Derek recovered by that time but he was still in his half wolf form and came at me growling.

I created a barrier between us and shouted, 'Calm down, Derek! I wasn't attacking him! Stiles knew about this!'

But Derek didn't seem to hear or understand me. He kept growling and clawing at the barrier. His banging was kind of hurting me. Physically.

Stiles assumed what really happened and moved away from him in fright. Suddenly, Derek punched the barrier hard and it broke. The moment the barrier broke something twisted in me and I coughed out blood. Pain erupted in my chest. I looked at Derek who was coming at me. I closed my eyes in panic and waited for the pain. But it never came and the growling stopped.

I opened my eyes and saw Stiles hugging Derek from behind and screaming, 'Stop! Calm down!' repeatedly. Derek stood still at first. Slowly he turned back and looked at Stiles in shock. Then he looked at me.

Stiles released him and gave him a worried look. Surprisingly, Derek looked around as if he couldn't remember what happened. Then realization came over him and he ran out of the door. Stiles came to me and asked, 'You okay?'

I stood up and nodded. 'Something is wrong,' I said, 'he's suffering, Stiles. Alone.'

Stiles looked at the door worriedly and said, 'He never lets us in. Why'd he lose control like that? Did he lose his anchor?'

'That seems bad,' I said.

'Very,' Stiles said his face grim, 'it's full moon today.'