Ep 2 ・❥・shape shifted

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The second Gerard dismissed Scott Stiles and Harper, the Everheart girl bolted outside. She needed to breathe because after that entire encounter, she was dying to. The fresh air filled her lungs and her shaking hands seemed to settle, though only slightly. But who was Harper fooling, she couldn't get a second of peace.

Her brown eyes swept up at the sound of a car engine humming. She stood there and watched as the Sheriff car pulled out with Issac in the back seat. He was looking at her through the window at the back of the car, his eyes on trained her. They were almost pleading, and she hoped he could read the look she was giving him, she was going to make it right.

As the cop car sped out of her line of vision, a different one took its place. It was familiar, all the windows were down and the face in the drivers seat instantly set her off. Derek Hale. Why was here? Better yet, who gave him gave confidence to after all he had done?

Harper was pretty confident she wouldn't have to use it, but she had grown hyper aware of the dagger that was sheathed in her boots. If worst came to worst and she did have to put it to use, he would just heal. No big deal.

Derek took his sun glasses off, and as if reading Harpers mind, got out of the car. His jaw was set, as if he was angry. Harper followed suit, but realised he was walking towards a more secluded area near the trees.

He stopped by the edge of the tree line, turning to face her with an unreadable expression. His jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on hers, but there was something behind them a flicker of frustration, maybe even regret.

"Why are you here Derek?" Harper snapped, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "Or should I just guess that you're here to make this worse for Isaac, for everyone?"

Derek exhaled deeply, his shoulders stiff. "I'm here because I'm fixing things. You might not believe me, but I am. Isaac is my responsibility now." He said, looking around to make sure no one was too focused on them.

Harper had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. If Isaac was his responsibility he certainly wasn't doing a good job since she just watched him getting hauled away on a full moon.

She simply scoffed shaking her head. "You wanna fix what you broke." She spat, taking a step closer to Derek who looked down at her, his eyes unbelievably cold but fiery all at one. "Because if you hadn't turned Issac, there would be nothing to fix. You're just a selfish, power hungry piece of shit."

He held her gaze, his voice low but firm. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, his words clipped.

Harper let out a humorless laugh, looking him up and down like she had never seen him before. "Oh, I don't? You turned Isaac into a werewolf because it benefits you. It makes you stronger. You're just like–"

She wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. Derek knew about her past, he had explained that he had heard about her even before him and Selene became close friends or even just friends. Harper remembered his exact words. "When a pack hears of someone as powerful as you, when anyone hears, they never forget. You become a target."

Derek's expression shifted then, lips parting slightly as if the accusation had cut him more deeply than he cared to admit. "I'm just like who, Harper?" He questioned. He wanted her to say it. Derek wanted to hear the words from her. But she would never, and he knew that, so he continued after a beat or two of tense silence.

"You want to talk about him?" Derek's voice was rough now, filled with an edge that made Harper's heart race. She had forgotten how intense Derek was. "Fine. Let's talk about him. He used you, manipulated you, controlled you, made you think you were only worth something because of what you could do for him."

Harper's chest tightened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "Stop—" Her voice came out far more weak and pleading than she wanted it to.

"I'm not him," Derek interrupted, as Harper stepped back and pulled in a shaky breath. "I don't use people. I don't turn them into weapons. I gave Isaac a choice because no one else in his life ever did. You think I don't think about every decision I make?"

"If you did, you would never do that to him, or anyone." Harper managed to splutter out, keeping her head held high though it wasn't doing much to convince herself or Derek of her confidence. "It's a curse Derek, you know that."

Derek's eyes narrowed. "It's not a curse to him." He countered, shaking his head. Harper couldn't believe him. Why was he acting like she was the crazy one? "You know, you could use that little power of yours and understand. I helped him. Feel his pain, see what he's been through, and then judge me and my choices."

"It wasn't your choice to make." Harper spat. "You shouldn't have even offered. If you're telling me he is going through things, you're telling me you knew he was vulnerable. You didn't do this for him, you did it for yo, Derek. You're a horrible person."

Derek scoffed, "If I was so horrible, if I was like him, do you think Selene would be anywhere near me or better yet let me anywhere near you." He questioned, looking down at Harper. The answer was no. They both knew that. But, then again, Selene was loyal and saw only the best in people, maybe she saw Derek in too soft of a light.

"I think you're scared. I saw you the day Peter died. You're scared that if you use the powers that will always be apart of you, you'll—"

Her breathing was uneven now, her anger melting into something messier, something she didn't want to acknowledge. "You don't know anything about me," she said, her voice cracking slightly.

"I know enough," Derek said simply, his gaze steady. He sighed, looking at Harper with something in his eyes that she hated. Pity. She had always hated the way someone's pity could morph their face into something so different and how it made her feel like a child on time out. "No one has given you a choice about how you use your power. Maybe it's time someone gave that. A choice. You would be able to let him go. You wouldn't have to be scared."

Harper knew what he was trying to imply. Before she could yell at Derek for simply proposing such an idea. Before she could say that she would never join him, he was already on his way. She opened her mouth but closed it just as quickly as she watched him climb back into his sleek black car and put those stupid sunglasses on his face. God, she hated him.

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Somehow, someway, the woods of Beacon Hills grew familiar to Harper. She would always retreat into them whenever she felt like the waves were crashing over her and she couldn't break through to the surface. Which was quite often. She was having to many encounters that had something to do with Keres, people loved bringing him up.

Except this time, she was the one that let it slip. Harper didn't even know why. Maybe Derek was right in some ways, she had to let him go eventually. She had to claim her powers a hers. But if it was that simple she would have done it already.

Almost comparing Derek to Keres was such a stupid thing to do. It was stupid in every sense of the word. Almost as stupid as being in the woods alone with all the hunters prowling. Especially when it was dark.

Luckily enough, Harper was planning to avoid another bad decision from unraveling on the same day. Harper was making her way out of the woods, realising that it probably wasn't the best place to go. She just had to clear her head. Sure, that involved hurling her dagger a few times at a tree a few times well, more than a few, but it eased some of her nerves. Besides, trees didn't have feeling, she was sure they wouldn't mind too much.

Harper pushed back a branch, seeing the school building and more importantly a certain someone rushing out of the doors. She picked up her pace, the corners of her lips turning up slightly as she finally hit the pavement. If there was one person she knew would make her feel better without knowing anything was wrong in the first place it was him. Stiles. However, the closer she moved the more she could discern the look on his face wasn't something she should've been smiling about.

Stiles finally picked his head up, squinting into the distance a look of recognition replacing the look of slight panic. "Harper?" He asked hesitantly as she continued to close the distance, stopping when she was close enough he could be sure it was her. "Harper." He said again, in a quiet conformation.

"Yeah, yeah it's me." Harper replied, trying to catch her breath as she pocketed her dagger. "What's wrong?"

Stiles sighed, lifting his phone up again and fumbling with it. "I thought maybe you might know, I have like a thousand missed calls from Allison but I was in detention for so long, I don't even think that was a legal amount of time." He began explaining, starting to slip into a tangent before he looked up at Harper. "Did she call you?"

Harper shook her head, now also pulling out her phone to check. But then it dawned on her, even if Allison did call her she wouldn't know. "I don't know, there isn't any service in the forest. But call her back it's probably impor—"

Stiles frowned, his eyes raking over Harper, slipping down from head to toe before he met her eyes again. "Wait, you were where?" He questioned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Are you insane? You were in the forest...? Alone? That's like the most cliche first death of a horror movie."

Harper shook her head, there was so much important things to address that didn't pertain to her. "That's not the point. Call Allison back, Stiles. She wouldn't call you that many times for no reason. It's important."

Stiles looked like he was going to argue back, but he didn't. He reluctantly looked away from Harper and back down at his phone. It only took a second until Allison picked up.

"Hey, sorry. Harris literally just let me out of detention and he had my phone the whole freaking time." Stiles said, lowering his phone and putting it on speaker so Harper could hear.

"Well we need to do something right now." Allison's voice even through the phone was laced with panic, though still somewhat calm. "They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

Harper frowned. "Guy, what guy?"

"He was dressed as a sheriff's deputy."

The frown etched on Harper's face only deepened as she looked to Stiles. Assuming he had already figured out what that meant.

The Stilinski let out a sigh, "They're sending him to the station for Issac." He clarified not only for the Argent on the other end but for Harper beside him, who gave a small nod of appreciation.

"He had this box with something on it like um... like a carving or something...?"

"What was it?" Stiles instantly shot back, but Harper already had a feeling on what it could be. And if she was correct, that definitely wasn't going to be a good thing for Isaac.

"Hold on, it's in one of these books." Allison answered, the sound of pages flicking filling the silence that otherwise would've been to much handle. "I'm taking a picture."

In a split second, the picture was sent. The pling of the notification sending Harpers heart rate through the roof. Please don't let it be what I think it is, Harper pleaded with herself. Stiles opened the image and she forgot to breathe. Issac was going to die if they didn't act fast. Fast as in now.

"It's wolfsbane, Allison." Harper pushed the worry away with the rest of the things she was avoiding letting herself feel. She glanced at Stiles, the panic radiating off of her. "It means they're gonna kill him."

Allison quickly cut the conversation sort, promising Stiles and Harper she was going to slow the hunter down and all they could do was trust her. Shortly after their call with Allison, Scott had called telling them his plan. It wasn't the best by any means but it was a plan but one they didn't have the time to question it. Secondly, the plan was going to save Issac and that's all that mattered.

The call with Scott cut out, and Stiles pocketed his phone, exhaling deeply as he looked at Harper. "You ready?"

Harper gave him a small, confident smile. One of them had to seem sure of themselves, so she took on the burden. "I could do this in my sleep, Stilinski." She pulled out her dagger and twirled it effortlessly in her hands, the blade catching the light in sharp flashes as she moved around to the passenger side.

Stiles shook his head, muttering under his breath as he climbed into the driver's seat, "Never gonna get used to that." His gaze darted briefly between Harper and the dagger before he started the car.

The first few minutes of the ride were silent, an odd tension settling between them. Harper flicked the dagger absentmindedly in her lap, while Stiles tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in a rhythm that seemed to match the pulsing anticipation hanging in the air screaming to be dispelled. Every so often, their eyes met in quick, stolen glances that left both of them looking away just as fast.

It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't uncomfortable either. It just felt...loaded. Harper had grown tired of the buzzing in the air and just when she had made her mind up to break it, it seemed as though Stiles was tired of it too.

The Stilinski spoke, his voice slightly strained. "So, why were you in the forest?"

Harper looked at him, her lips curving into a faint, teasing smile. "Why? You think I was out there killing someone?"

Stiles let out a breathy laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching up matching the same outline of a soft smile that painted Harper's lips. "I mean, it wouldn't be the craziest thing to happen lately." He shrugged before his head snapped in Harper direction. "You didn't though...right?"

Harper's laugh was soft but genuine. She fiddled with the dagger one last time before letting it rest in her palm. "No, I wasn't killing anyone, Stiles."

The Stilinski boy just silently awed at her for a moment. He took a mental note to remember the way the glow of the moon put a soft spotlight on Harper. The way her dark hair laid perfectly on her shoulders. How breathtaking she looked. Stiles always thought Harper was beautiful. From the minute she saved him in the locker room from Scott, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

That's why half of him wasn't surprised when he found out she was a siren, she was far too pretty to be a human. But the more time Stiles spent with Harper the more she crept into his every waking thought. The more he found himself looking for her in a crowd full of people, in hallways at school, everywhere.

Realising he was probably looking creepy, Stiles had to force himself to look away from Harper even if it physically pained him to. How could he focus on something so mundane like an empty road when Harper Everheart was sat right beside him.

Meanwhile, Harper was sat relishing in her thoughts. She wanted to tell him the truth, about Derek, about how their conversation had made her wither and shrink even more. Harper didn't even think that was possible, but it was.

She wanted to tell him how those shadows of her past still clung to her, how they still ruled over her, every breath, every waking moment and even when she was asleep. But her secrets were locked doors she wasn't ready to open, not yet. Instead, she opted for a carefully measured truth. Selective truths.

"Do you have times when things just... get too much," Harper admitted, her voice meeker now. "That's what happened. I needed to disappear for a while. So, I did."

Harper didn't dare look at him, afraid that if she saw pity or worse, understanding, it would undo her completely. But even without looking, she felt his gaze, that familiar warmth radiating between them like a small flame. It shot down her veins and settled in her heart.

After a long pause, Stiles sighed, his voice softer when he finally spoke. "Yeah. I get it."

His words were heavy with sincerity, and it was enough to make Harper turn to him, her chest tightening. He wasn't making jokes, wasn't deflecting with his sarcasm, which she cherished just the same, he was just Stiles.

Harper swallowed the lump in her throat, pulling in a shaky breath before deciding to continue. "When I was younger, I didn't really get to feel things. I was just expected to deal with it. Keep moving. Keep fighting." She glanced out the window, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. "So now, when it gets too much, I just fall back on what I know."

"You fight," Stiles muttered quietly, it was more of statement than a question.

"Yeah. Fighting was the only way to let everything out. So now I just train, or I find a fight, until it feels like I can breathe again. Guess it's the only thing I'm actually good at anyway," She smiled slightly, her eyes lifting to look at Stiles for a second before they settled back out at the window.

Stiles didn't respond right away, and she could feel his eyes on her again, but she kept her gaze fixed on the passing streetlights and recounted Scott's rough plan in her head. Him and Derek had that in common, their plans were always less than exceptional. Finally, as the Jeep slowed to a stop, his voice broke the silence. "That's not true, you know."

Harper frowned, turning to him. "What?"

"That fighting's the only thing you're good at." His voice was barely above a whisper, as if the words were fragile, like they would shatter as he spoke them. He shifted, his eyes finding hers and they stayed there. "You're good at making people care."

The words hit her like a punch in the gut she hadn't had time to see, yet alone brace for. She was stunned. Her chest rose and fell her breaths becoming heavier and heavier. Harper kept her dark eyes locked with Stiles and it was only when they were this close she could see the golden flecks in his eyes. And God was it breathtaking.

Stiles eyes slipped away from hers and instead flickered down to her lips. The air in the car felt heavy. Harper felt the pressure of it on her chest. Every nerve in her body alive and buzzing.

The two of them were dangerously close, but neither of them moved either. Harper didn't want to, and she prayed and hoped Stiles didn't want to either. That she wasn't misreading whatever was going on.

Stiles's hand drifted toward her, his fingers brushing a stray piece of her hair away from her face behind her ear, grounding her in the midst of the storm brewing inside her. Their lips hovered a breath away from each other. If one of them dared to move closer—

It only took a heartbeat for everything to slip away. A loud banging ripped them away from each other. Harper and Stiles jerked away from each other the brewing tension between them flatlining. Stiles let out a scream that lasted only a second before jumping away from his window. He stopped screaming however when he realised it was just Derek pounding against his window.

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Despite not only Harper's protests but also Stiles' she was sat in the back seat of the Jeep. Unbelievable. Derek left no room for questions when he told her to sit in the back. Eventually, Harper gave up and just did the mature thing that Derek Hale couldn't. As she did however, Derek shot her a glare, as if to say. "we'll be talking about this later."

Like hell they were. Derek would be the last person on earth that should've been meddling in her business or expect her to tell him about it.

Harper had nothing to do except sit and flick the dagger between her fingers. This one was one of her favourites. The details on the handle were intricate and beautifully, the weight of it just enough to gave her the familiar feeling of comfort but without disrupting her comfort of actually using it. Harper never wished she'd have to, she never did. That didn't mean if it came down to it she wouldn't.

Hesitating could cost your life.

Selene would always say that and Harper guessed that was applicable to more things than killing. Though she wasn't sure if it meant costing something as extreme as your life. All Harper knew was hesitation never solved problems, only made them.

Harper's gaze flickered up to Stiles as the hum of the engine came to a stop. For a second silence settled as they sat parked outside of the station. The Stilinski cleared his throat, looking through the station window.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles sighed, looking at Derek. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

Derek shrugged as he began to move to open the car door. "I'll distract her."

Stiles lurched forward grabbing him by the shoulder. "Woah, woah, woah. You? You're not going in there." He shook his head. The Hale looked down at the hand that was still on his shoulder as Stiles quickly took it off. "I'm taking my hand off."

Harper fought the urge to not roll her eyes all the way back into her skull. It was funny, Derek always thought he was the most intimidating person in not only any room he walked into but probably in the world.

"Don't know if you forgot but you're a person of interest," Harper leaned forward, glaring at Derek. "So I don't think you marching into a police station will do you any good."

"I'm an innocent person of interest." Derek snapped back, as Harper huffed looking at Stiles, silently passing on the responsibility of handling the Hale over to him.

Stiles shook his head in disbelief. "Innoce– You? Yeah, right." Derek didn't reply just gave him that look that instantly crumbled Stiles's resolve. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

"To distract her...?" Derek replied like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

If Harper wasn't totally pissed at Derek she would've found the situation funny. So instead, she leaned forward again blinking at Derek. "How, Derek?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, by punching her in the face?" He chimed in and though Harper appreciated his very serious support, on his end at least, it made it even harder for her to hide the smile threatening to show.

Derek gave a sarcastic laugh, his face slipping back to its resting monotone one as he glared at Stiles. "By talking to her."

"Alright, okay give us a sample." Stiles surrendered glancing at Harper before he continued. "What are you gonna open with?"

Derek sat there. He opened his mouth to say something and shut it again before taking a deep breath. The Hale then looked between Stiles and Harper expectantly.

"Dead silence, that should work beautifully." Stiles nodded with a sigh. "Any other ideas."

Derek smiled, though it was definitely far from genuine. "Thinking about punching you in the face."

Harper rolled her eyes, tucking her dagger into her sheath that was placed inside her jacket. "Please stop bitching, I promise you there are more important things we need to do."

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The sight of Derek actually smiling sent a shudder down Harper's spine. It was just...so unusual. In fact, it was more disturbing than when the Hale looked ready to rip someone's throat out. Derek stood, leaning against the office desk as the woman on the other side paid him no mind, flicking through files.

"Good evening how can I help..." The woman trailed ofd as she placed down the folder and looked up at Derek her eyes lighting up as she cocked her head to the side. "You."

Stiles and Harper shared a curt nod as they peaked their head around the doors. Guess they were going to go on like nothing happened. Nothing did happen. Right?

The pair watched as Derek only smiled brighter. "Hi."

"Hey." The officer smirked, leaning in closer towards the Hale.

Derek reciprocated and stepped closer as Harper rolled her eyes. He meant that kind of talking, right. Stiles shared her disgusted expression rolling his eyes. The Everheart girl however knew not to miss their opportunity and nodded ahead of her telling Stiles to start moving.

"I had a question. Um...sorry I'm a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone..." Derek continued his shameless flirting as Stiles and Harper advanced further.

The woman dropped her head for a moment her smile tripling in size. "Like me?"

"I was gonna say someone so incredibly beautiful but I guess that'd be the same thing." That was last thing Harper heard before her and the Stilinski boy were finally out of view.

They had to move quickly, and Stiles understood that. The two of them walked down the corridor. Harper followed after Stiles as he took a left and darted into a room. By the time she made it to the door Stiles was already at the back of the room, punching in the code.

Harper stood at the door, her eyes darted over her shoulder before back at Stiles. Derek was still flirting with the female officer and the Everheart girl made a mental note to tell Selene about how creepy yet amusing seeing that was. A beep sounded, snapping Harper's attention back to where it was supposed to be. The lock box opened but it was...empty.

Harper frowned but then it dawned on her. That meant the hunter was already there. Stiles lurched to his feet having the same realisation.

"We have to tell Derek." Harper said and Stiles paused in front of her. She knew that look, he was plotting.

He gave her a small nod before instinctively grabbing her hand, leading her out of the room and down the hall. Harper tried to remember how bad of situation they were in and to not freak out but that was sort of impossible when Stiles Stilinski's hand was in hers.

Each time they rounded the corner Harper felt Stiles grip tighten as if she would slip from his grasp. They turned the last left, almost colliding into someone in the process. Harper looked up at the man who was dressed in sheriff uniform. Shit. Her eyes lowered to the wound on his leg and the snail trail of blood that stopped at where he stood.

Harper turned to Stiles shoving him away from her. "Run!" She exclaimed as she turned back to the hunter, unsheathing her dagger quickly.

She moved swiftly on her feet, darting towards the hunter before he even had time to react. She shoved the middle aged man against the wall, pushing the tip of her dagger to his heaving chest.

Examining the wound on his leg a small smile of pride crept onto her lips. Allison sure did some damage. Harper's eyes flickered back up to hunter. "Give us the keys and I won't kill you." She spat but it was only then she realised his eyes frozen in fear moved from her to behind her. And he suddenly didn't seem all that scared, more relieved.

"Back away and I won't kill him." The voice sparked some recognition. It was an extremely vague memory of it but she was sure she had heard it before. Her thoughts were racing. She couldn't look away from the hunter she had pinned incase he decided to make any sudden moves, but then again, the other man had Stiles. Harper took a deep breath steadying herself.

The hunter she had pinned shifted slightly, and she pressed the blade harder against his chest, making him wince. "Don't even think about it," she hissed, keeping her voice low as she contemplated her options, though she didn't have many.

"Drop it," the hunter behind her commanded.

Harper risked a glance over her shoulder. He had Stiles pinned in a headlock, a hand placed on his gun that was in his waistband. She quickly turned back. It was the hunter from the hospital, the one that followed and cornered her before she got shoved in a room with him, Chris Argent and a few more hunters she didn't care to remember.

"Harper..." Stiles's voice broke through her muddled thoughts. She couldn't hear him struggling anymore. "Not that I don't trust you, or whatever you're thinking of doing, but maybe we don't gamble with my life today, yeah?"

The hunter sneered. "You heard your friend, drop the knife."

Hesitating could cost your life.

Harper made her mind, it already had been. It had been made up the second that man laid a hand on Stiles. He was  practically asking for it.

In a blur of movement, Harper drove her foot into his wounded side. Hard. The hunter let out a strangled grunt, staggering back as agony tore through him. But she was already moving, spinning on her heel and launching her dagger. The blade found its mark, on the hand that was now pulling out a gun. Or at least tried to.

A scream ripped from the hunters throat as the firearm tumbled to the floor with a clatter. Harper moved to close the distance, her fist crashing against his jaw before he could even expect it. She didn't dare to slow down, delivering a brutal knee to his ribs.

"Get up!" Harper exclaimed, turning to look over her shoulder at Stiles, who quickly scrambled away. Harper just had to trust he could handle himself from there.

The hunter grunted but still had the fire of fight in his eyes. Good. Harper always found it more entertaining with the ones who didn't know when to give up.

He moved fast. Admittedly, it faster than she expected for someone so injured. His boot swung out, sweeping her legs and knocking her balance for half a second. But that's all it took. The hunter lunged, tackling her hard, both of them hitting the ground with a violent thud Harper grunted as her back met the cold, concrete floor. But she recovered fast, bringing up her elbow and slamming it into the side of his head.

The force stunned him, but not enough. His good hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her throat. "You're not as much of a threat they say you are," he panted, his nose was bleeding and his lip was busted.

Harper bared her teeth in something that wasn't quite a grin but was the next best thing. She felt his grip only tighten and even then she hoped Stiles could deal with the hunter that already was wounded from Allison. Just get out of here Stiles.

The Everheart girl drove her thumbs into the mans wound from her dagger. An agonized scream tore from him as his grip loosened. It wasn't much but it was enough for Harper to get the upper hand. She slammed her forehead into his, causing him to reel back and hold his already bleeding nose.

In a heartbeat, Harper used some momentum flipping their positions so she was on top. The hunter had no time to brace himself before Harper was showering him with punches. He was retaliating, throwing a few of his own, but Harper still had the upper hand. Harpers knuckles were covered in blood, she didn't know if it was his or hers but she wasn't planning on stopping until he did something stupid.

He laughed.

"I've heard of you, he told me about you but I didn't believe him." he rasped as Harpers first was just inches away from his face. "The Siren."

Harper glared at him, her chest heaving. No. It couldn't have been true. It wasn't. "Who?" she demanded, her voice as demanding as she could get it to be. "Who told you about me?"

The hunter coughed, spitting blood onto the concrete, but his grin didn't waver. "You think I'm just gonna hand that over?" he rasped, chest heaving. "Not how this works, sweetheart."

Her grip on the fistful of his shirt tightened. Harpers eyes darting to her dagger that lay just out of reach. "Tell me."

His smile widened. "Not the Argents, if that's what you're thinking."

Harper's eyes narrowed. "You expect me to believe that?" She was trying to act cool, composed, like she wasn't a second away from forgetting how to breathe. With every passing moment the flashbacks of happened last time the hunters found out about her rushed back to her. It was horrible.

"I don't give a damn what you believe," he wheezed, but there was something else in his dark eyes. Not defiance. Amusement.

Before Harper could memorise the mans expression or question him more she heard the scuffling of feet. Harper launched up to her feet seeing as Stiles getting dragged backwards. A hand covering his mouth and what Harper guessed was a wolfsbane injection dangerously close to his neck. It was the hunter with the wounded leg.

Harper looked down at the man who was at her mercy. She gave it a moment, seeing his ruined face knowing hers wasn't much better and the smirk still on his lips. "Who sent you?"

When he didn't reply she drove fist into his face once again causing his smile to slip. "Who," she repeated, "sent you?"

He let out another low, chuckle. "You'll find out soon enough."

Harper swallowed the lump im her throat deciding to followed after them Stiles and the other hunter, ignoring the infuriating smirk on the hunter beneath her, fighting the urge to not carve him with another wound. Before she chased after them she picked up her dagger, and when she crouched down to get it she saw the bleeding hunter who waved her bye before erupting in laughter.

When Harper made it her eyes darted between the hunter and Stiles, who was sat on the ground seemingly being dropped by the hunter. The Stilinski was unharmed, thankfully, but shocked. She followed their eye line and saw the cell was full of nothing but shadows. Issac was nowhere to be seen. The cell was completely empty.

The hunter turned to Harper getting ready to race toward her before a figure darted out at him. Issac. He grabbed the hunter by the back of his 'sheriff' jacket and slammed him into a wall.

Whilst the two of them began fighting, Stiles reached for Harper hand pulling her down with him. Harper was going to protest before she watched the hunters body getting tossed into a wall like a rag doll, a few inches away from where she was stood.

"Come on!" He hissed as he frantically crawled behind a desk, Harper reluctantly following. Both the hunters were mediocre and that's why she was worried. Issac was a newly turned with no way of regulating himself and this whole station would be turning into a blood bath. The adrenaline still pumped through Harper's veins, her heart beating in her throat as she tried to steady her breath.

Harper cringed as she heard the familiar sound of bone crunching. She stood up, peeking her head over the desk as the sound of glass crunching filled the silence. For once, the Everheart girl was glad to see Derek.

The Hale turned his attention at Issac, his eyes glowing red as he forced the bloodthirsty beta to cower. Issac shrunk into to the corner of the room, his hands shielding his face as she shook, sweat beading on his forehead.

Isaac was the embodiment of what it looked like to feel pure terror. Harper felt the waves of his anxiety crashing in front of her like waves fizzling against a sand bank. All the thankfulness for Derek quickly faded when she realised he was the one that put them in this situation in the first place.

He was the reason Issac was terrified out of his mind right now. She knew that fear and she would never wish it against her worst enemy. The feeling of being powerless, out of control.

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A/n

Hey guys!! I know this chapter is super long sorry, but im so excited to be writing Harper getting hunted and this whole plot. I added it in because i hate writing season 2 its just so...ugh

But how are we feeling about the bread crumbs?? I think you guys are gonna like Stiles and Harpers heart to hearts.

Can we tell I actually like writing fighting scenes–emotional and physical. Cough cough.

Hope you guys enjoyed!!