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Monday night was strange. Instead of doing her usual 'Friends' binge-watching session and downing litres of blood bags, Ophelia had been dragged, literallydragged, by Scott McCall over to Derek's loft. Throughout the car ride over, the boy had quickly explained that he had run into Deucalion in the lift in Allison's apartment building merely an hour earlier, then going on to ramble about how concerned he is that the Alpha pack are residing in the same building as his ex-girlfriend. 'Why are we going to Derek's?' had been replied with 'He can help us take them down.' Of course, Ophelia had snickered at the thought of Derek and Scott 'taking down' the Alpha pack, but she had quickly coughed to break up her laughter once spotting his stony glare, reassuring Scott that she was sure everything would be fine.
He had retorted that everything wasn't fine last week when Derek had a metal pole stabbed through his body whilst Deucalion pitched for him to join the pack. Ophelia tilted her head to the side and eventually given in with agreement, noting his good point. The Alpha pack need to be killed, and sooner rather than later. Preferably, it would all be done by herself.
