Laura ignored me, turning on her heel and walking out the open front door. Derek ruffled my hair before smirking and following Laura, calling to her "I'm driving!"
Mom rolled her eyes at Derek; he'd got a car for his birthday, and even as someone who knew nothing about cars, I had to admit it was a beautiful machine.
"Have fun," Mom said, pulling me into a quick hug. There was a Lacrosse game at Derek and Laura's school tonight, and Mom had insisted they let me tag along. I wasn't a huge fan of the game, but I did enjoy spending time with my brother and sister.
"I will." I grinned before following the retreating figures of my siblings to Derek's sleek black car.
"Seat belt." Laura reminded me when I climbed in the backseat. I clipped the belt around me as Derek sped out of the driveway, the car growling like a wild animal as we shot past the trees lining the dirt road away from the house.
"So," Laura dragged the word out, glancing over at Derek with a mischievous glint in her smoky grey eyes. "Who's this girl you're seeing, little brother?"
Derek visibly bristled, turning to glare momentarily at Laura before turning his attention back to the road.
But Laura wasn't one to let up easily.
"Come on, Derek, her scent's all over the car." I sniffed and, sure enough there was a lingering scent under the usual smells. A woman's perfume, clinging to the interior of the car.
"Shut up." Derek mumbled, keeping his attention on the road. Laura smirked.
"Come on, Derek." She goaded, going as far as to lean over and sniff him. "You've seen her today! Derek's got a girlfriend!" She said in a sing song voice.
Derek made a rumbling noise that sounded a lot like a very angry engine starting up.
Laura held up her hands in surrender, but the smirk remained on her face. Derek's eyes ringed bright blue and a growl slipped past his lips. Something was going to get broken.
We made it to the school with minimal damage to either Laura or the car, which was surprising seeing as Laura was doing her best to annoy the already on-edge seventeen year old. I kept my hand fisted in Derek's jacket as we made our way to the Lacrosse field, trying to keep up with the longer legs of the two teenagers.
"Is she pretty?" Laura kept it up as we neared the lit up pitch. The mid-November air was chilly and I could see my breath rise in the dark air in front of me. It was around 7pm but already the sky was turning from dark blue to an inky black, stars dotting the cloudless sky.
"You're seriously starting to piss me off." Derek warned. I felt Laura's hands clamp over my ears but easily heard her scolding "Derek! Young ears!"
I rolled my eyes and shoved her hands away. I'd heard worse from Uncle David when he was drunk, or (more likely) Laura herself.
It was only ten minutes into the game when it happened.
It was a push at first, a force nudging against my mind and then my body, into me, and it's when I felt my eyes glowing gold and the sharp sting of my claws digging into the skin of my palms that I recognized it:
"Did you feel that?" Derek asked half a second after the sensation occurred. I snapped my attention away from the game to him. "Laura?"
I looked to my left from where I was sandwiched between the two of them and only then did I notice Laura was shaking.
"Laura..." Derek said in a strained voice, because I know he felt it too; the transfer of power, the way it felt when Grandma Louise died last year. "What -"
"I don't know," Laura breathed, hand over her mouth like she was going to throw up. The stench of fear hit me full-force and my hands began to shake. "I can't sense anything - I think it's too far."
Derek was slightly unsteady on his feet. "We have to go." He said, grabbing my arm and half dragging me through the bleachers towards the parking lot, shoving random students out of his way in his haste to reach the car.
As soon as we were out of the view of the student body, Derek hoisted me easily onto his back. I looped my arms around his neck for security as he sprinted at an inhuman speed towards the car. Laura was passing us a second later, faster than us, faster than anybody, taking the keys from Derek's hand as she did so.