GHOST [ TW ]

Tears were now streaming down Sophie's face as she traveled with Peter and Stiles. The two teenagers wanted to stay and help Lydia but Peter wasn't going to have it. All Sophie could do was hope that Jackson got the voicemail that Peter allowed her to leave. If he didn't get it then Sophie didn't even want to think about what would happen to Lydia.

Sophie was in the backseat and every now and again she'd glance at bite wound. It didn't seem to be getting better but at the same time it wasn't worse. Times like this when Sophie wished she'd asked Scott about the transition process a bit more. How did he know he became a werewolf? Did it hurt as much as this did?

Discreetly Peter glanced towards the backseat. Sophie must've taken him for an idiot, Peter could smell he blood from a mile away but it was only when she refused to stop clutching her arm that he guessed something was up. Peter didn't mind that much if she turned, after all he was stronger with a pack. Sophie seemed like she'd be a good beta to have, strong and brave. Maybe a bit of a pain at times since she obviously would rarely listen to instructions but he could deal with that.

"Don't feel bad." Peter said to her, making her clutch her wound quickly. "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

Sophie nodded, "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear us apart."

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman ... twice a month."

"Shut up." Sophie seethed.

Peter hummed, "Not in the mood for sarcasm anymore?"

"Not from you." Sophie spat before looking at a clearly worried Stiles staring at her in the mirrors of his car. "From us two it works."

Eventually turned into a parking garage. Sophie wanted to text Jackson and ask him how Lydia is but she knew if she tried anything like that Peter would snap. If Stiles' line wasn't on the line and only Sophie's was the she would've done it by now. But she cared for Stiles entirely too much to risk his life for a text.

Sophie just wanted to help everybody. Her family, her friends, Stiles. That's all she'd been trying to do. Turns out she wasn't doing as well as she thought she was. Lying only made things worse and when Sophie gets out of this mess with her life and the people she cared about she was determined to set everything right. Sophie didn't care if that meant volunteering at the hospital to watch over Lydia or begging for Kate's forgiveness.

The brunette trailed behind the two boys who were wandering towards another car. Unlike how he was doing with Stiles Sophie was able to walk freely. Her eyes teared up once again when Peter grabbed Stiles' collar and began to drag him. This is all my fault. If Sophie had never of came to Beacon Hills none of this would've happened. Why did I have to screw everything up for the people I cared about?

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked Peter who was pulling out keys from his pocket when the three of them reached the car.

Peter sighed, "It belonged to my nurse."

"What happened to your n- oh my God!" Stiles exclaimed and Sophie gasped as she stumbled backwards as the two caught a glimpse of the dead nurse. The same nurse that Sophie had given a bloody nose only a few days ago. Karma clearly is a bitch and came in the form of Peter Hale.

Peter reached down and snatched the satchel the nurse was clutching before pressing it into Stiles's chest. "I got better."