Sybil Reyes

I am Sybil, and I have come with my family to kill the traitor and the monster.

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She was laughing with her sister as they ate ice cream that Brian had stolen from them. They were so tiny and littered with scars, some new and some old. Bruises on their arms, Brian’s arm broken. Sybil couldn’t remeber a time that she had laughed because she was having childish innocent fun.

She made eye contact with herself before she realized she was dreaming.

It was black, so grimy and thick. She floated in it, uncomfortable, before her eyes fluttered open. She winced at the light, rolled on her side and staved off throwing up.

She stayed like that, back turned to the wolf, heaving.

He didn’t kill her. What a shame. She was sure if she let all her weight go to her neck it would have broke in his hold.

She blinked away the spots in her eyes and forced herself to get on her elbows and knees.

“You should have held on a little longer,” she accused, voice hoarse.

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Derek sensed her pain and scooted further from the edge of his seat, wanting to curl in on himself. He had done that. He had lost control. He hadn’t done that since…well, he was sure the last time he’d lost control was around Kate.

Hunters knew how to make him tick and it drove him crazy.

He grit his teeth and averted his gaze to the floor, glaring at it as if it had offended him. “I’m not a killer.”

Unlike you, he didn’t say.

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She sighed hugely before sitting up straight. Her vision blurred and she fought to stay upright.

“Then who is,” she ground out, steely gaze on him. Derek’s eyes narrowed and he didn’t answer.

Desperation gouged into her chest. “Who!?” She screamed, pounding her fist against the ground before seeming to come to some conclusion.

“Hit me,” she demanded, needing him to understand. They were trying to fix her but she couldn’t be fixed. She wasn’t broken, she was created to be this way. “Hit me, it won’t hurt.” Derek didn’t move and Sybil grew angry.

“I stabbed him,” she concluded simply, staggering to her feet. She could feel the bruise forming. That was normal, it felt right on her skin. She could sense Derek’s anger and wished she had been able to get that out before. Then she would be dead. 

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Sybil tried to sputter but couldn’t get enough air in. Her arms hung at her sides limply, not even trying to defend herself.

If he really wanted her dead, he would have tried to cut through her. Blood was more intimate than strangling, but both took some time.

She couldn’t answer, thought about the dagger resting at her back, how many people, including apparently Derek’s brother’s, blood and guts and life bad been ripped apart by it.

Her vision went fuzzy, then cloudy. Her eyes showed no fear, because she wasn’t afraid. She could kill him right now. But she didn’t want to.

This was okay, she found herself musing. Dying isn’t so bad.  It didn’t hurt, not that she was sure she felt pain anymore. It just felt uncomfortable. Inconvenient.

Her lungs screamed and she smiled in relief before she let all her weight rest in his hand and everything went dark.

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Derek realized what he’d done and jumped back, feeling a mixture of panic and relief. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Well, okay, he had. But…he…why hadn’t she fought back? Feeling ashamed of himself for not being able to control himself, he quickly backed away.

He could have killed her. He would have killed her, he realized, if she had tried to fight back.

Derek grabbed her glass of water and stared at her for a while before slowly getting up to refill the glass, glancing back at her every few seconds. He still heard her heartbeat, so he knew he hadn’t killed her. He could have though. He almost did.

Setting the full glass on the coffee table, he took a seat in the chair furthest away from her and waited. He was still angry, he still wanted to tear her throat out, but he wasn’t a monster. He didn’t have to be.

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She was laughing with her sister as they ate ice cream that Brian had stolen from them. They were so tiny and littered with scars, some new and some old. Bruises on their arms, Brian’s arm broken. Sybil couldn’t remeber a time that she had laughed because she was having childish innocent fun.

She made eye contact with herself before she realized she was dreaming.

It was black, so grimy and thick. She floated in it, uncomfortable, before her eyes fluttered open. She winced at the light, rolled on her side and staved off throwing up.

She stayed like that, back turned to the wolf, heaving.

He didn’t kill her. What a shame. She was sure if she let all her weight go to her neck it would have broke in his hold.

She blinked away the spots in her eyes and forced herself to get on her elbows and knees.

“You should have held on a little longer,” she accused, voice hoarse.

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She raised an  eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you, any of you?” She felt herself smiling a little. I knew I liked him for a reason, she thought idly before taking a drink of water and swishing it around.

“I’m seriously impressed,” she added as she set the glass down. “Cause, I totally pumped him for information. Didn’t give me anything but lip, though.”

She frowned then, remembering. She smelled copper in her nose and almost gagged. “I’m surprised no one took him to the hospital.”

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Derek let out a loud growl, his claws tearing the stuffing from the couch. He turned on her and grabbed her by the neck, squeezing harder than he intended, but also not hard enough. His eyes bled red and his teeth elongated.

“What did you do to my brother?” he demanded. After everything Alex had been through. After all the torture he had endured, this was supposed to be his safe haven. He was supposed to be safe. Derek would be damned if he let anyone ruin that for him.

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Sybil tried to sputter but couldn’t get enough air in. Her arms hung at her sides limply, not even trying to defend herself.

If he really wanted her dead, he would have tried to cut through her. Blood was more intimate than strangling, but both took some time.

She couldn’t answer, thought about the dagger resting at her back, how many people, including apparently Derek’s brother’s, blood and guts and life bad been ripped apart by it.

Her vision went fuzzy, then cloudy. Her eyes showed no fear, because she wasn’t afraid. She could kill him right now. But she didn’t want to.

This was okay, she found herself musing. Dying isn’t so bad.  It didn’t hurt, not that she was sure she felt pain anymore. It just felt uncomfortable. Inconvenient.

Her lungs screamed and she smiled in relief before she let all her weight rest in his hand and everything went dark.

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Sybil wasn’t perturbed by his admission. It’s what she expected. “You would have tried, “ she assured without much force. More words bubbled up in her chest, foamed in her mouth like she was sick.

She was well aware of how much danger she was about to put herself in.

She wasn’t afraid of Derek, though. He was bigger than her, stronger, fast, etc. She knew she could still kill him though. Maybe that’s why she seemed to just blurt out, “that human boy, the one my age?” The wolf lover, she didn’t say, pushed the words away. She shifted her feet a little before planting them. “He’s smart. And he’s loyal.”

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Derek grit his teeth angrily at the mention of Alex, his gaze turning fiery. He curled his hands into fists and struggled to keep his fangs retracted. The way she talked about him with such ease perturbed him, made him feel defensive and on edge. How did she know Alex?

“What did you do?” he growled.

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She raised an  eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you, any of you?” She felt herself smiling a little. I knew I liked him for a reason, she thought idly before taking a drink of water and swishing it around.

“I’m seriously impressed,” she added as she set the glass down. “Cause, I totally pumped him for information. Didn’t give me anything but lip, though.”

She frowned then, remembering. She smelled copper in her nose and almost gagged. “I’m surprised no one took him to the hospital.”

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She stared at the couch cushion near his shoulder, boring into it before finally making eye contact.

“Humans can be monsters,” she said seriously, her eyes flicking to her hands. All she saw was blood, pooling onto the floor, dripping down the walls. She was choking on it.

She was silent for a beat before continuing, “I would have just kept torturing him, you know.” She wasn’t looking at him anymore because she didn’t want to deal with his facial expressions. “If you guys hadn’t have found us. He was pissing me off.”

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Derek was watching her, cataloging each reaction and each movement she made. She was unnerved by what she’d done, that much was obvious. She wasn’t necessarily ashamed of it, it was how she was raised, but she didn’t seem proud of it either.

He locked his jaw at her declaration, trying to reign in his anger. He knew she wasn’t trying to provoke him. She was just being truthful. He gave a curt nod. He knew what it was like to be pushed to that kind of anger. He’d felt it many times before with Kate, with the alpha pack, with most trespassers.

“And I probably would have found you and killed you if you had done any permanent damage,” he admitted, keeping his gaze locked on her.

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Sybil wasn’t perturbed by his admission. It’s what she expected. “You would have tried, “ she assured without much force. More words bubbled up in her chest, foamed in her mouth like she was sick.

She was well aware of how much danger she was about to put herself in.

She wasn’t afraid of Derek, though. He was bigger than her, stronger, fast, etc. She knew she could still kill him though. Maybe that’s why she seemed to just blurt out, “that human boy, the one my age?” The wolf lover, she didn’t say, pushed the words away. She shifted her feet a little before planting them. “He’s smart. And he’s loyal.”

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She nodded instead of getting angry, completely agreeing with him, hair bouncing around her shoulders.

Sybil didn’t understand playing games or not being blunt. She appreciated his honesty. It felt odd.

“It worked, though,” she continued breezily. The wolf eyed her, waiting for an explanation. She sighed a little and shrugged, noncommittal. “It made us machines. It made us…monsters.”

Strange, how she viewed herself as the monster instead of him, the wolf.

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Derek raised his eyebrows at her choice of words, wondering what had opened her eyes to that fact. He supposed it took a monster to kill one…but he wasn’t a monster. And, as he was slowly starting to realize, neither were hunters. Both of them just did what they thought was right. What they’d been raised to do. But Derek didn’t have a choice. There was no cure for lycanthropy. Hunters could, however, change their ways.

He nodded slowly, eyeing the couch and wondering if it would make things more awkward if he sat down. After a moment of deliberation, he forced a breath through his lips and sat down, although rigidly.

“Hunters aren’t monsters,” Derek commented lightly, glancing up at Sybil. “They’re human.” And that’s what was so terrifying.

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She stared at the couch cushion near his shoulder, boring into it before finally making eye contact.

“Humans can be monsters,” she said seriously, her eyes flicking to her hands. All she saw was blood, pooling onto the floor, dripping down the walls. She was choking on it.

She was silent for a beat before continuing, “I would have just kept torturing him, you know.” She wasn’t looking at him anymore because she didn’t want to deal with his facial expressions. “If you guys hadn’t have found us. He was pissing me off.”

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Sybil shrugged, noncommittal. She hair fell into her face, veiling it from view until she threw her head back and stared at the wolf’s extremely high ceiling. She licked at the bloody lip and nodded as if he had said something profound. 

“We didn’t stay in one place long, never had friends but my older brother and sister,” she ground her foot into the floor without thought, as if finding solid ground. “I only know how to pretend to be like kids. It don’t even have hobbies,” she seethed, before her face phased into little more than annoyance. “All we did was train, until, you know.”

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Derek frowned, not able to imagine what it would have been like to not have a childhood. It was true that he didn’t have much of one – it was complicated and they had a million rules to follow and it was obviously cut short by the fire…but at least he had one. He had memories of him and his family running around during the summer, of him and his siblings wrestling in the leaves during the fall and throwing snowballs at each other in the winter. He’d had freedom, he’d had fun.

“Doesn’t sound like much of a life,” Derek commented before he could stop himself. He grit his teeth and eyed her, waiting for her to snap at him. He was a lot of thing, but tactful wasn’t one of them.

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She nodded instead of getting angry, completely agreeing with him, hair bouncing around her shoulders.

Sybil didn’t understand playing games or not being blunt. She appreciated his honesty. It felt odd.

“It worked, though,” she continued breezily. The wolf eyed her, waiting for an explanation. She sighed a little and shrugged, noncommittal. “It made us machines. It made us...monsters.”

Strange, how she viewed herself as the monster instead of him, the wolf.

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Sybil froze mid-drink before tapping her fingers against her glass thoughtfully. This was something she had never really talked about before, mostly because her sister and cousin already knew.

She bit her lip until it bled and didn’t even flinch. Her eyes went cold, the soft blue turning stormy as she gradually made eye contact with the alpha.

“Did Blanche ever explained how we grew up?” She asked, not wanting to air secrets that her sister might be keeping.

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The metallic scent was strong to Derek’s nose and his eyebrows dipped together. Something in Sybil’s body language changed, her eyes going more guarded and her stance seeming a bit more defensive. He hadn’t meant to bring up a sensitive subject. He hadn’t even meant to bring anything up at all.

He shrugged. “She told me a little. Not much.”

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Sybil shrugged, noncommittal. She hair fell into her face, veiling it from view until she threw her head back and stared at the wolf’s extremely high ceiling. She licked at the bloody lip and nodded as if he had said something profound. 

“We didn’t stay in one place long, never had friends but my older brother and sister,” she ground her foot into the floor without thought, as if finding solid ground. “I only know how to pretend to be like kids. It don’t even have hobbies,” she seethed, before her face phased into little more than annoyance. “All we did was train, until, you know.”

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She looked at him critically over her water glass before tutting.

“Well, I’m not,” she admitted generously, standing stalk still in front of him.

He’s her alpha, she insisted to herself before vaguely relaxing, shoulders dipping down and her hand unfisting the glass.

“Nothing about this is, um, normal for me,” she continued stiltedly,”not that anything I’ve experienced is, uh, normal.”

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Derek noticed how tense she was around him, noticed that she had to keep reminding herself to be civil. He knew the feeling. Probably too well.

He frowned, wondering what exactly this girl had gone through. Neither of them really understood one another. They’d never really had a reason to. She was a huntress. She hated werewolves. That was all Derek really needed to know.

But if she really hated werewolves, she wouldn’t be here. Or, at least, she wouldn’t be standing in front of him drinking a glass of water. She’d probably have killed him by now. Or he would have killed her.

“What is normal?” he questioned rhetorically before realizing that could be taken as an actual question. What did Sybil consider normal anyway? Killing? Hunting? The thought made Derek feel on-edge.

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Sybil froze mid-drink before tapping her fingers against her glass thoughtfully. This was something she had never really talked about before, mostly because her sister and cousin already knew.

She bit her lip until it bled and didn’t even flinch. Her eyes went cold, the soft blue turning stormy as she gradually made eye contact with the alpha.

“Did Blanche ever explained how we grew up?” She asked, not wanting to air secrets that her sister might be keeping.

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Sybil knew that she was being watched, but she didn’t feel stressed about it like she should have.

She was in enemy—a wolf’s territory. She was aware that she would be carefully monitored and probably attacked if she provoked.

Sybil carefully inched away from the books and accepted the water, staring at it warily before taking a sip and returning what seemed to be a forced smile.

Be normal, she chastised in her mind.

“I’m sorry for just, like, showing up,” she murmured hesitantly.

Derek hovered in the doorway, unaware of how he was staring. He wasn’t very good at entertaining guests. The only ones ever over were pack and they all knew him. They understood that his manners…well, he didn’t actually have any manners. He could pretend, but Stiles had told him once that it seemed creepy when he tried too hard to be nice. He wasn’t really sure what Stiles expected him to do if that was the case.

Pushing thoughts of Stiles from his mind, he focused on Sybil. The huntress.

He locked his jaw, fighting back a snarky remark about how she shouldn’t have just shown up like this. He knew she was trying to be polite, to be civil. He should probably do the same.

Instead of being rude, Derek snorted, shaking his head. “I’m used to it.”

Strange people showing up unannounced in his territory and making themselves at home in his space? Yeah. He was pretty used to that.

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She looked at him critically over her water glass before tutting.

“Well, I’m not,” she admitted generously, standing stalk still in front of him.

He’s her alpha, she insisted to herself before vaguely relaxing, shoulders dipping down and her hand unfisting the glass.

“Nothing about this is, um, normal for me,” she continued stiltedly,”not that anything I’ve experienced is, uh, normal.”

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This all seemed too normal.

Before, before, she would have gotten into the house without being heard, or would have tricked him, forced his hand, and killed him. That’s all she had ever known.

And now a werewolf was offering her a drink from his kitchen.

Because they are people, she reminded herself sternly, though it tasted plastic and fake in her mouth.

“Um, water is fine,” she answered, before finding herself drawn to the vast amount of books. She had never really read in books except those about hunting. Her parents didn’t believe in it, and she swiped her fingers along the binding a bit reverently.

Derek hovered for a moment, watching her as she stroked the books. He felt a bit conflicted in that moment. Part of him felt sympathy for her, felt like she had been denied the majority of her childhood. She couldn’t have been very old, much younger than Derek anyway (and, if he was honest, most high schoolers made him feel old). That’s not to mention how she took in the books, eyed them like she had never seen them before.

He nodded to himself and went to the kitchen, glancing back over his shoulder as he went. He got a glass from the cupboard and turned on the kitchen faucet. As he filled the glass with water, he peered out from the kitchen, keeping a somewhat close eye on the girl. When she looked up and caught his eye, he quickly turned his attention to the glass in his hand, noticing it was overflowing already. He sighed and dumped some of it out, shaking the water from his hand as he walked back into the living room.

He offered her a tense smile as he handed her the glass. “Here.”

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Sybil knew that she was being watched, but she didn’t feel stressed about it like she should have.

She was in enemy---a wolf’s territory. She was aware that she would be carefully monitored and probably attacked if she provoked.

Sybil carefully inched away from the books and accepted the water, staring at it warily before taking a sip and returning what seemed to be a forced smile.

Be normal, she chastised in her mind.

“I’m sorry for just, like, showing up,” she murmured hesitantly.

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She narrowed her eyes after him but didn’t comment on how rude he was. She understood his unveiled threat and rolled her eyes and she hefted herself up and bounded throw the doorway.

She grumbled, “It wouldn’t even hurt,” before looking around at home. It had evidence that a lot of people came here, books strewn about and cups in the sink. It made her heart sink because she had never had that, and this asshole got it?

She shook her head and stood in the middle of the room, seemingly dainty at she glanced around her.

He heard her come in after him and glanced over his shoulder, watching as she took in her surroundings. He took a moment to do the same. To him, it was the same old too-big house with too much stuff strewn all over the place. Sometimes he felt like the pack expected him to pick up after them. He was their alpha, not their parent and definitely not their maid.

He sighed again, turning to humor her with pleasantries. “Do you want something to drink?” He glanced at the TV across from the couch. “You could watch something while you wait.”

Whatever she chose, she wouldn’t be left alone in the house. He would hear whatever move she made, would hear each patter of her heart.

He looked at the books strewn around. “We have plenty of books. If you read.”

He was better at being sarcastic and defensive. He wasn’t good at niceties. He felt awkward.

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This all seemed too normal.

Before, before, she would have gotten into the house without being heard, or would have tricked him, forced his hand, and killed him. That’s all she had ever known.

And now a werewolf was offering her a drink from his kitchen.

Because they are people, she reminded herself sternly, though it tasted plastic and fake in her mouth.

“Um, water is fine,” she answered, before finding herself drawn to the vast amount of books. She had never really read in books except those about hunting. Her parents didn’t believe in it, and she swiped her fingers along the binding a bit reverently.

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Her shoulder’s lost their tension and she sighed a bit defeated. She could hear the change in his voice and she didn’t want his pity, but now she had it. She pushed her tongue against her teeth and stared at the ground before looking up at him. “Um, thanks,” she drawled, but she meant it though it annoyed her, made something sickly bubble up in her chest. “I’ll just come back later, or something.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Derek grumbled, and we wasn’t sure he was talking to her or to himself. He hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. What was he doing?

He ground his teeth together with annoyed huff. When the hell did he start to sympathize with the enemy anyway?

He rolled his eyes and went inside, leaving the door open. He didn’t bother turning around to see if she would follow, instead yelling, “Don’t attack anyone and I might not break your arm.”

Emphasis on the might.

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She narrowed her eyes after him but didn’t comment on how rude he was. She understood his unveiled threat and rolled her eyes and she hefted herself up and bounded throw the doorway.

She grumbled, “It wouldn’t even hurt,” before looking around at home. It had evidence that a lot of people came here, books strewn about and cups in the sink. It made her heart sink because she had never had that, and this asshole got it?

She shook her head and stood in the middle of the room, seemingly dainty at she glanced around her.

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She felt like a rock being chipped away at, like this wolf was taking pieces of her and throwing them away.

She took a deep breath to control her anger. It was just a question. They trusted him, he had saved her sister.

Sybil rubbed her face and sneered at him. “What, like I could actually go to a real therapist? That would go so well,” she spat, before curling in on herself.

She just wanted to hurt him and run but that wasn’t smart. She had to think things through. She had to be less violent.

There were so many thing she had to do that she didn’t think she could do them all.

Derek noticed the way she curled in on herself, heard the slight desperation in her voice, that need for someone to understand. He felt himself deflate a fraction and sighed, not wanting to get too close to her, but not wanting to be such a dick anymore either.

He scratched absently at his jaw and huffed. He leaned back against the front door and observed the side of her face. “I don’t know when they’ll be home. They didn’t really say.”

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Her shoulder’s lost their tension and she sighed a bit defeated. She could hear the change in his voice and she didn’t want his pity, but now she had it. She pushed her tongue against her teeth and stared at the ground before looking up at him. “Um, thanks,” she drawled, but she meant it though it annoyed her, made something sickly bubble up in her chest. “I’ll just come back later, or something.”

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Sybil been staring coldly at the driveway, expecting him to close the door. She was immensely relieved that he couldn’t see her reaction to that question. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped before she snapped it shut.

None of your business was at the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it. She struggled for a moment. This was a stranger, she could barely open up to her family. She wanted to stay silent and continue to face forward. She wanted to ignore him but she knew how he’d take her silence. As declaration of bad intentions.

Sybil slow inched around so he could barely see the side of her face. “They’re my family,” she shrugged noncommittally. Derek bared his teeth and she tensed. “Shit, fine. FINE.” She fiddled with her skirt for a moment, pink and delicate. It felt like a costume, something like that shouldn’t fit her.

“Counseling,” she ground out, not meeting his eyes.  

Derek didn’t like being lied to or evaded. He didn’t like Sybil. He didn’t trust her. So, when she instinctively avoided his question, it took all he had not to tear into her. To threaten her.

At her answer, he blinked. Her heartbeat didn’t skip a beat, so she was telling the truth, but what did that truth mean?

“Counseling,” Derek stated, not quite phrasing it like a question, even though it was meant to be one. When she didn’t elaborated, he lifted an eyebrow. “You came here–” He paused, glancing around. “–for counseling.”

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She felt like a rock being chipped away at, like this wolf was taking pieces of her and throwing them away.

She took a deep breath to control her anger. It was just a question. They trusted him, he had saved her sister.

Sybil rubbed her face and sneered at him. “What, like I could actually go to a real therapist? That would go so well,” she spat, before curling in on herself.

She just wanted to hurt him and run but that wasn’t smart. She had to think things through. She had to be less violent.

There were so many thing she had to do that she didn’t think she could do them all.

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Sybil ground her teeth and stomped her foot in annoyance. She had been attentive, she had tried to be nice, but wolves were just so damn stubborn.

“Fine,” she snipped, swinging herself around, hair flinging in in circle behind her. She stormed down the stairs and planted down on the last set, arms crossed and nose in the air. “I’ll just wait,” she murmured, voice curdled.

Derek snorted, rolling his eyes at her dramatics. If he hadn’t known she was a Reyes by the hair, he would definitely know by the biting attitude.

“Good luck with that,” he grunted. He thought about retreating inside, slamming the door behind him, and leaving her to sit in the cold on her own. But what good would that do? He had to know what she wanted. He needed to know her intentions.

He ground his teeth together and stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind him. He glared at the back of her head. “What do you want with Erica and Blanche?”

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Sybil been staring coldly at the driveway, expecting him to close the door. She was immensely relieved that he couldn’t see her reaction to that question. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped before she snapped it shut.

None of your business was at the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it. She struggled for a moment. This was a stranger, she could barely open up to her family. She wanted to stay silent and continue to face forward. She wanted to ignore him but she knew how he’d take her silence. As declaration of bad intentions.

Sybil slow inched around so he could barely see the side of her face. “They’re my family,” she shrugged noncommittally. Derek bared his teeth and she tensed. “Shit, fine. FINE.” She fiddled with her skirt for a moment, pink and delicate. It felt like a costume, something like that shouldn’t fit her.

“Counseling,” she ground out, not meeting his eyes.