Desperate measures or just desperate|| Open
Cora has been sat outside of the loft for hours--perhaps a day or two--she doesn’t remember anymore, but she’s not able to bring herself to go inside. She purposely made a point of wanting to be alone. Everything had changed the moment Derek died--a part of her died with him and she thought about everything which had been happening lately.
She and Derek were never meant to find any happiness, they were both foolish enough to believe they could get into relationships and fall in love. She knew her brother was feeling that way about Hayley and even though Cora had only kissed Stiles, it was a massive turning point for the youngest Hale who had never taken things as far.
--her heart feels nothing now though, but hurt and revenge. People in life just think they can take from her family--kill her family and get away with it. Who can blame them? Wherever Kate is, she still has her family, the Argents and Cora has no clue what has happened to Jennifer, but she assumes she is alive. The thought of all this just fuels the anger inside. Now anger has always been an emotion that the young wolf can cling to quite well. It hides the underlying feelings and keeps them from the world, the truth which would tell everyone she is barely hanging on.
So there are two ports of call she is going to make a beeline for and the first is the school, to find out Jennifers details and hunt the damn bitch down--it doesn’t take her long to get there. Her own welfare is sidelined. There is no logical sense of self-preservation here, her thoughts are severely clouded and anyone who gets in her way will have to be physically stronger to stop her.
She heads for the classroom that Blake taught in and luckily there are no students, but there are a couple of teachers. One by one she flips the desks over as she walks to the front. One teacher attempts to walk out of the class and alert everyone else--though the noise has probably alerted plenty of people anyway.
“I want to know all the details you have on a certain Jennifer Blake...you know...the teacher who was working here...”
There’s movement behind her and she spins around quickly, dark hues piercing into the other as they walk into the room, but at least she is keeping her wolf under control....for now.
“Stay out of this!...this is of no concern to you!...I mean it...steer clear...”
She casts a quick glance to the teacher who is rooted to the spot and turns her words to him.
“Details...NOW!!”