“They thought you might be one too.” Erica heard the noises of the other wolves home and moved away from the cage. She called up to Derek and Peter when she heard them ask where she was. “I’m down here.” She turned back to Summer. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let them hurt you.”
She wished she believed Erica’s promise. But the blonde girl had already said she was subordinate to the two men, so how was she ever going to be able to keep her word? Especially if they were all werewolves — wouldn’t there be some kind of pack structure?
And she still didn’t understand /why/ any of them thought she might be a nogitsune!
As Peter and Derek walked down into the basement Erica swallowed deeply as she saw the frown on both the ex-alphas’ faces. Neither of them were her boss and she couldn’t let them hurt this girl anymore. “What the hell do you two think you’re doing with her? She’s an empath, not a nogitsune! And if you’d actually asked her you would be able to hear her heartbeat and know she was telling the truth. So what are you doing?” Both the wolves looked at her blankly, surprised by her outburst.
Not even conscious of the action anymore, Summer pressed herself backward in the cage, as far away from the men as possible. Her eyes went huge at Erica’s outburst — she hadn’t believed the female werewolf would challenge the elders of her pack like that, or that quickly.
The light one — Peter? — said, in a tone of exaggerated patience, “Stiles was able to lie to us when he was possessed.”