LYCANTHROPY 》𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓀𝒾

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Five

The steel door slides back with a clang, and Jennifer Blake rushes in. Voice tremulous with panic, she calls out to the darkened loft.

"Derek? Derek, where are you?" Jennifer Blake's voice could be heard from Derek's loft. I wanted to rip her throat out right there and then, but I couldn't. We have a plan. I looked at Scott and Stiles as we hide around the corner. Stiles grabbed my hand and I squeezed his.

Jennifer had taken Stiles' father the moment she managed to scafrise Ms Li. I couldn't believe it. She was my favourtie music teacher, and I couldn't even stop her from dying tonight. Once again, another death, it was my fault. I could've prevented it.

"Right here." Derek announces. We had told Derek everything. Jennifer was the Darach. Scott had seen her with his own eyes, Stiles, too.

I watched from the shadows as she spins around and sees Derek step out of the shadows as if he'd been waiting in the darkness for her. "Thank God." Jennifer sighed. She rushes over, arms wrapping around him. "Something happened at the recital. At the school. I need to tell you before you hear it—before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?" Derek played along.

"Scott, Stiles, Paige—they're going to tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me." Jennifer begged. I rolled my eyes. Does she really think she means that much to him? God, what a bitch.

"What is it?" Derek asked gently.

"Promise you'll listen to me." Jennifer looked into his eyes.

"I promise." Derek nods.

She kisses him. Pressing her lips desperately to his. But there's a hesitancy in him. She pulls back to look him in the eyes, noticing a lack of reaction, a visible unease. "They're already here, aren't they?" We took our cue and exit out of the shadows, revealing ourselves. Jennifer backs away, nervous. That's right Jennifer, you should be nervous. "So they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott spoke.

"Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices. Cutting their throats? I probably do it during my lunch hour. That way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense." Jennifer ranted.

Stiles glares at her. "Where's my Dad?"

"How would I know? Derek, tell me you don't believe this." Jennifer looked at Derek.

"Do you know what happened to Stiles's father?" Derek questioned her.

"No. I have no idea." Jennifer shook her head.

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." Scott added, making my jaw clenched. Oh—one minor detail, she tried to kill Lydia, too.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that." She acted so shocked.

"What do you know?" Derek asked her.

"I know these two boys and girl, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. One they can't prove, by the way," Jennifer snapped.

"What if we could?" Scott quiz. Jennifer notices an open vial held in his hands. Inside are the ground and crushed remains of green and brown leaves.

"What is that?" She asked nervously.

"My boss told me it's a poison and a cure. Which means you can use it, but it can also be used against you." Scott informed her.

"Mistole?" She asked, disgusted.