Best Left Unsaid

Scott went straight to Derek's loft.

"Derek," he called out.

Like magic, Derek appeared from the shadows. Scott could swear his heart left his body. Ever since he started training with him, Derek had developed the unnerving habit of emerging from dark, unexpected places. Scott just didn't expect him to keep that habit at home.

"I think whatever killed your brother is back," Scott said, breathless from speaking too fast. "It killed two college kids. Whatever it is... it's hunting again."

Derek furrowed his brows. "Don't get involved in this. I'll take care of it."

"Don't get involved?" Scott repeated, incredulous. "That thing just killed two kids and is coming after me as we speak—so no, Derek, I am getting involved."

Derek walked out of the loft, but not before telling Scott to back off.

Scott was annoyed by Derek's dismissive attitude, but what else could he do? He went back home.

His aunt, Ivie, was a doctor at Mystic Grove Hospital. After his parents died, he'd come back to live with her.

Scott should have known something was off when he saw a second pair of shoes at the front door. It didn't occur to him that his aunt might have visitors. Then he heard laughter from the kitchen—followed by a loud crash.

"Ivie?" he called out, striding toward the kitchen.

He really wished he hadn't.

He knew Ivie was a grown woman, capable of making her own choices. But still—she was his only living relative who treated him like family. And now... there she was, with a man in the kitchen.

Scott didn't need his sense of smell to know what they'd just been doing.

"Scott!" Ivie said, shocked, tugging her shirt down.

"Ivie," he smirked, locking eyes with the guy, "Tell him to stay for dinner."