“You saw her feeding? How did you see her feeding? She’s an empath! She feels emotions. Derek. You need to trust me for once in your god damn life. We are equals now and please, trust me, Derek.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. She wanted to convince him to let the girl out. If Erica asked her to then she wouldn’t run. She would stay and explain what being an empath meant.
If Peter had been the sort of person to throw up his hands in defeat when he realised he’d lost an argument, he probably would have done it then. Instead he folded his arms and leaned against the wall, fully prepared to watch as everything fell apart.
Derek, on the other hand, stepped back from the cage. “Go on.”
Summer wished she knew some way to persuade them without just making things worse. But if she had been capable of bending her morality far enough to let her simply make them into her friends, she would have done it days ago. All she could do was let Erica speak for her, and it was terrifying.
Erica smiled as Derek stepped back and she knelt in front of the cage looking over to Summer. “I’m going to open it now, and I know that we’ve been complete assholes to you by keeping you in here, but will you promise to stick around to explain what being an empath means? The two wolves over there will be a lot nicer when they know exactly what you are. Well, one of them will be.” She corrected as she turned around to glare at Peter.
Peter just lifted his eyebrows. Summer glanced between him and Derek, her breathing ragged, before she looked back to Erica. “I — if they try to hurt me again, I don’t know what will happen,” she whispered. “I’ll try, though.”