Carver Williams isn't scared of many things. One of those fears, however, she didn't think were true.
The mere thought of werewolves and the supernatural shook her to the core.
Finding out that her best friend Scott is one of them flips her whole wo...
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When Carver got home the next day after she cleaned off at a motel and shook off some of her emotions, she talked with her father.
Together, they shared their thoughts on hunting and werewolves, and even mom. He cut off Alice, deciding that a divorce would suffice for everything she's done. In Carver's mind, that was the best decision they could have made. She was toxic. And she would have gotten worse.
And they also decided to stop hunting. Carver didn't have to train anymore and her father would cut contact with any fellow hunters he knew. It wasn't a surprise when the Argents came over and decided on the same fate for themselves.
But then there was Scott. And thankfully, her dad trusts him with everything he has. And Carver does now too.
She was just trying to figure out a way to share everything about herself and keep that trust.
Would it work out in the end?
What about the woman she killed 48 hours ago? It was all over the news; that a middle-aged woman died of an animal attack in the middle of the woods on a back road. Her family was there being interviewed.
When Carver saw that interview, and her father sitting there watching it, she just closed her eyes and breathed.
That lady had a kid. And a loving husband. A cute labrador retriever.
It hurt her so much that Carver did eventually run out to the woods and scream.
The tremor in her throat shook her core. The yell itself started to give and it turned weak, like a loud cry, and it echoed into the night air. Carver opened her mouth again, but this time it was a roar. A loud, ear-splitting, ground-shaking roar.
She fell to the ground, her knees sticking into the wet leafy dirt. Her face was stuffed into her hands as she wept for a woman she didn't even know but took the life of. And wept for the person, the human, she no longer was.
That innocence was gone.
Two arms wrapped around her and Carver thrashed in them, shouting for them to let her go. Derek dropped her and she stumbled to her feet. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away.
She noted that her claws were out.
"Get away from me!" Carver mewled. "Don't, " she warned when Derek tried taking a step towards her.
He held out his hands, "You need to breathe, Carver. Let me help you."
"I can't! I'm a mistake, this was a mistake!" She pulled at her hair, twisting around to look away from him. "I'm a monster. I'm only going to hurt people."
Derek's face softened. It was something she'd never seen in him before. A concerned frown, the downturn in his gaze, the flicker of something familiar behind his eyes. He truly cared and understood, truly wanted to help.
