HAZEL EXPECTED TO BE HOME BUT NO. DEREK WAS THE ONE TO TAKE HER WITH HIM.
In that apartment she found kinda creepy. She had been sitting at the stairs for a while ever since she'd arrived here.
Hearing of news, Matt was dead. She honestly didn't know how to feel about it.
She knew Derek was nearby. So then, it was the best time to ask. "Why am I here?"
A silence was left before he replied. "There's something I have to talk to you about."
Until then, Erica and Boyd stepped in the house and went for Derek. Now she had to wait for another free minutes to let it end with.
It's been a minute since that and Hazel thought she heard a step and directly felt uncomfortable.
Then, she decided to stand up and walk over to the other room where Derek and the other two were to be found.
The conversation seemed to be finished when the two left, leaving Derek and Hazel alone. He turned around to the table but met her eyes awhile.
Hazel quietly exhaled through her nose before crossing her arms and looking down.
Until Derek grabbed a shattered mirror and swiftly turned to let it fly forward until it was suddenly stopped by a strong hand that was about to get cut in the throat by it.
Looking up it was Peter.
Who Hazel thought was dead.
"I expected a slightly warmer welcome." Peter said as chills ran down. He moved down the shattered glass, letting it limp on his hand. "But point taken."
They both stared at each other while Hazel seemed to lost her whole mind. First, Matt that turned out to be something she didn't expect and now Peter alive?
"It's quite a situation you've got yourself in here, Derek." Then, his eyes glanced over to Hazel. "Wonder why you bought the girl."
Derek side glanced her but looked back to him.
"I mean, I'm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you're cooking up werewolves out of self-esteem-deprived adolescent in town." He said.
Derek blankly kept staring at him. He didn't want to deal with him anymore. "What do you want?"
"Well, I wanna help." He walked towards him. "You're my nephew. The only relative that I have left. You know, there's still a lot that I can teach you." Standing face to face, Derek was the one to be confused and Peter to sarcastically smile which he tried to hide as he placed a hand on his nephew's shoulders. "Can we just talk?"
Derek looked down to the hand that was on his shoulder before replying. "Sure. Let's talk."
And what Hazel didn't expect was Derek to suddenly push him over the room, sending him against the edge of the stairs. He groaned as he laid there with a few woods on the floor.
And that's how it kept going. Fighting and fighting but Peter never dared to fight back or make a move. Hazel didn't expect Derek to beat someone as his uncle up for a long while till it really began to get late at night. And Hazel couldn't watch anymore.
Derek looked like he was enjoying it.
She heard a few groans and punched and she couldn't stand it so she closed her ears and eyes to not panic over something again and end up like the other day.
She hated fights and couldn't stand them.
She felt like someone was behind her as she turned her head to the side before completely turning around slowly to meet those hazel eyes.
Derek just stared at her like he was trying to know what was wrong with her.
But he did hear her heart. The way it pounded against her chest, the way it made her lungs get tighter.
But slowly, he rose his hand and placed his hand on her cheek, letting her rest it there. He didn't know why she was like this, but he definitely noticed her struggles.
She rose her hand and placed it on top of his to let it stay where it was. She needed someone and he was there.
"What are you doing to me, Hazel?" He quietly questioned. He sounded like he was asking himself that but with Hazel listening closely to him, it seemed like he was showing his honesty.
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"See? Prime example right here. I'm not healing as fast. Coming back from the dead isn't easy, you know." Peter said.
They both were downstairs now, completely in the dark with the only moon holding light through them.
Both Derek and Hazel sat there at the end of the stairs and Peter ist standing there against the wooden pole.
"I'm not as strong as I used to be. I also seemed to lost senses." That quirked Hazel's ears up. "I need a pack. An Alpha like you. I need you as much as you need me." Peter with hopefulness said.
But Derek had his eyes remained on the ground as he scoffed. "Why would I want help from a total psycho?"
"First of all, I'm not a total psycho. And by the way, you're the one that slashed my throat wide open. But we're all works in progress, right? So, we need each other. Sometimes when you need help, you turn to people you'd never expect." Peter simply said. "You tried to build your pack. You tried to prepare for the worst. You weren't ready. Because of it, Gerard is winning. He's taking his time. He's toying with Scott. He's going after your wolves, one by one. He's relishing in his victory."
"How about you tell me something I don't know?" Angered, Derek suggest him with an intense stare he was giving Peter when he rose his eyes up to him.
"Oh, I'm going to. And it's gonna prove why you should trust me. Why you need to trust me. Because I'm gonna tell you how to stop Jackson." That made the two get the hint of interest now.
"What do you mean?" Derek questioned. "How to kill him?"
Peter grinned before continuing. "Actually, how to save him."
Hazel's mouth went gaped before both Derek and the brunette spared a glance to each other in wonder.
"There's a myth that you can cure a werewolf simply by calling out its Christian name." Peter explained.
"It's just a myth." Derek rolled his eyes and looked down again.
"Somehow myths and legends bear a hint of truth. Our name is a simple of who we are. The Kanima has no identity. That's why it doesn't seek a pack." Peter said.
Derek began to realize every minute. "It seeks a master."
"And who else grows up with no pack?" Peter waited for it. "No identity?"
"The Argents." Hazel spoke up as both looked at her. Peter seemed to grin at that too and Derek only to agree quietly.
"Like Jackson. And right now, his identity is disappearing beneath the reptilian skin, and you bring him backâ"
"How?" Derek annoyed looked up to him.
"Through his heart. How else?"
"You know, in case you hadn't noticed, Jackson doesn't really have too much of a heart to begin with." Derek said.
"Not true." Peter shook his head with the grin still playing on his lips. "He's never admit it, but there is one person. One young lady with whom Jackson shared a real bond. One person who can reach him. Who can save him." Then they both realized.
"Lydia."
"Your best ally has always been anger, Derek, but what you lack most is heart. That's why you've always known that you need Scott more than anyone." Then his eyes moved on Hazel. "In fact, not just him." Derek just glared at him. "And even somebody is burned and dead on the inside as me knows better than to underestimate the simple yet undeniable power of human love."
True love ends everything, Period!
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