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Guard Dog
TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)
notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :)
CHAPTER 4 - Continued
“Technically it all started 17 years ago, when I was bitten by an Alpha. But something went wrong. Apparently, there were dormant wolf genes in my body.” I look at Scott, “I don’t really understand the details, but apparently a long time ago there used to be wolves in our family. Over the years, the genes went dormant. When I was bitten it triggered something. Usually, a bite doesn’t activate dormant wolf genes, but something about my genetics made it possible. I assume it has something to do with the fact that I’m a female omega.” Derek looks at me, his eyes wide. Stiles interjects, “Wait–what does that mean? Omega? Is that like some sort of ranking system? Hierarchy? Game of thrones thing?” I chuckle at him, “kind of. Typically omegas are considered the runt of the pack. But, female omegas are rare–and highly valued because of their reproductive abilities. Having a child with a female omega increases the chances of having an Alpha child. 4 years ago, I met Deucalion. He became obsessed with me. A female omega. The perfect addition to his perfect pack.” Derek interrupts, “That doesn’t explain how you know Kali and Ennis” I glare at him, “Just listen,” he grunts, leaning back into the couch, “Ennis is the one who introduced me to Deucalion. I knew his wife first, Emilia. We met at a time when I was really lost, she helped me find myself and we got close. Really close. She was like a second mother to me. She even made me her daughter’s godmother. It was around this time, after she gave birth, that Ennis introduced me to Deucalion, he’d already been begging for weeks. Honestly, I don’t even think Ennis knew what Deucalion wanted. He trusted him. Too much. Whatever the case, he introduced me to him and after that I grew to distrust his pack. They seemed off. Especially, Kali. She was always eyeing Emilia. As if she’d done something wrong. Took something from her. And ever since I met them, I was always trying to convince Ennis to leave their pack. If not for himself, then for his wife and daughter. But, he didn’t want to. I tried one more time to convince him and Emilia to leave. But, they wouldn’t go. And soon, I ended up leaving. I didn’t trust Deucalion. I didn’t like him. There was something about how he interacted with me that rubbed me the wrong way. Like he knew exactly what to do or say, to elicit the exact response he wanted from me. It made my skin crawl.” I look down, fiddling with my thumbs, “I should’ve tried harder. Pushed Emilia more. Pressured Ennis.” It’s quiet, no one says anything. The tension in the room is palpable–heavy with my guilt, and their confusion. But then, Lydia pipes up, “So let me clarify: you just so happen to know the wife of one of the most dangerous packs we’ve encountered? And, this is all just…what? Is bad luck?” Her arms are crossed, eyes narrowed. “I don’t buy it,” she snaps. I straighten up on the couch, arms crossing over my chest. “I’m not asking you to,” I reply, “You wanted an explanation. Be happy you got one.” I glance at Scott, Stiles standing close to him. I can’t read their expressions–not fully. But I see hurt. “Because I didn’t do it for you.” Scott’s my little brother, and Stiles? He’s basically his twin. I should’ve been honest with them from the start. But the rest of them? I don’t owe them shit. Least of all some redhead who looks like her father owns a Fortune 500 company. The room stays silent, heavy with judgment–mostly from Lydia. Then Scott moves, settling between me and Isaac. His hand finds mine and squeezes it lightly. Close. Quiet. But there. I don’t look at him. I just rub my thumb against his hand in return. And for now, that’s enough.
Guard Dog
TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)
notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :)
CHAPTER 4.1 - Mistakes
Finally, we make it to my house. Derek turns to me, looking me straight in the eyes, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you go there alone?” I roll my eyes, fighting the urge to collapse on my porch and sleep. “It wasn’t exactly a planned reunion” I snap, but then I pause, sniffing the air. “Hold on…” I say, my sense sharpening. Something’s wrong. My head tilts, narrowing towards my house “Someone’s here. Someone’s in my house.” I move slow, reaching for the knife in my belt. Then, I carefully push open the door to my house. Derek follows. I peek inside, then I hear a scream. It’s frantic, my head snaps towards the sound. It’s Scott and his friends. “Oh MY GOD, JESUS! What is wrong with you people? Always resorting to violence.” Stiles’ voice drips with his usual sarcasm. I put the knife back in my belt, and give Stiles a blank stare. “And what do you suggest I do when it looks like someone’s broken into my house?” I reply dryly.I move to sit on the couch in my living room, Derek follows. The tension between us lingers. “You still haven’t answered me. I want an explanation. What the hell was that back there?” he spits, standing in front of me while I lay on the couch. Ugh, he’s not gonna drop this, is he? He continues, “Kali seemed to know you, and Ennis–he definitely knew you. What’s your history with them?” I glare at him, but before I can speak, Scott looks at me “What is he talking about?” he crosses his arms, “You know the Alpha Pack?” says Stiles, both their eyes are wide. I can tell they’re surprised. Hurt. I can see Lydia in the corner, staring at me with a satisfied look on her face. Like she expected this. Like she knew they shouldn’t have trusted me. I let out a heavy sigh, “It’s a long story. And complicated.” I move to sit up, I can see the protest in their eyes, “Take a seat. And get comfortable,” I watch as Derek and Isaac take the seats next to me, while the other five take to couch opposite of me.
Guard Dog
TW: Violence, fighting, mild language, mentions of blood, stalking (in a hunting sense)
notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also some chapters will be shorter especially if I'm posting more at a time]
CHAPTER 3 - Manners
Lydia was right. There’s no pattern to these attacks. Something’s off. I already know these attacks aren’t from wolves. But, whoever’s behind this sure is trying their hardest to make it look like it. Maybe I should’ve brought Scott along. No. It’s too dangerous. Besides, while I do trust Scott and Stiles, I don’t know anything about their pack. And it’s fairly obvious at least one of them doesn’t trust me. I brought myself here, I picked this mission. The Guard gave other options, but I chose this one because I knew I was best suited for this. That’s when I hear it. The sound of feet moving through the woods. The crunching of leaves. The smell of blood. But, most of all it’s that all too familiar feeling. The feeling of being stalked. Of something watching me. “You know, it’s proper manners to say hi when you see a familiar face” I say before turning to face her, “I thought you prided yourself on manners. Kali.” she snarls, baring her teeth at me, “Manners? Those are for guests. You? You’re an intruder.” I smirk, “So, you’ve finally learned how to talk back, huh?” she moves, circling around me. I hear Ennis move out from behind me “Enough, Kali” he rumbles, “She’s not a threat” he turns to me, and for a second I almost believe they’ll back off. But, then his eyes meet mine–glowing red–filled with something unreadable. Remorse, maybe? “You shouldn’t have come back,” he says, my name weighing heavy in the air. A warning. His eyes glowing red. Kali makes the first move. Her claws extended. She’s fast. But there’s something off with the way she moves. It’s lazy. I dodge easily and it becomes clear; she’s toying with me. Making a game out of the things I was forced to learn for survival. I let out a low growl. My eyes glow violet and my claws extend, sharp and ready. I reach for her arm. My claws grazing her skin in a clean strike. Then I feel it. A pair of muscled arms grip my body. Firm, holding me still. Kali looks straight at me, smirking. She lifts her claws, ready to strike. But, before she can hit me. I feel it. A shift in the air. Someone else is here. Someone familiar. Someone I know. A snarl sounds, deep and possessive. “Let her go,” a voice declares as a figure moves out from the shadows. Derek. Scott’s friend. His eyes are glowing a bright blue. He moves in front of me, standing straight and looking right at Kali. In one swift move, he knocks her to the ground. Ennis growls, letting me go to tend to Kali. Derek turns to me for a brief moment, “Go” he orders. He leaves no room for debate. I don’t need to be told twice. But if I’m running, I’m not doing it alone. I take a step forward, reaching for Derek’s hand. And we run. Fast.