“That point is irrelevant. If she was a nogitsune, she would’ve been able to get out by now or at least be trying out some form of psychological torture on us, and I mean something worse that Peter’s constant presence.” She looked over to Derek as she said that, sure that he’d see her logic and be the better person. “Derek, come on. You know something about this isn’t right. She’s not who you think she is, she’s just a girl who is terrified because two werewolves locked her in a cage.”
Peter sighed and folded his arms. “You’re too trusting, Erica. There’s a reason we weren’t letting you down here with it. But you seem to have disregarded that instruction.”
Summer swallowed hard. The dark one — Derek? — didn’t seem inclined to argue, and the use of ‘it’ was a sharp reminder of how the men thought of her. She tried to catch Erica’s attention, shaking her head. She didn’t want the blonde girl getting hurt on her account.
“Yeah I did. Because you’re not my alpha. Neither of you are. Scott is my alpha so why exactly did you do this without his say so? He is the only alpha in town and outranks both of you when it comes to decisions and when he find out what you’ve been doing to this girl, he’s going to get seriously pissed off. We need to let her go. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Notice how I used the word she and not it. God you’re such an asshole, Peter.”
“Don’t,” Summer whispered. “I’m not worth this, don’t.”
Peter just lifted an eyebrow. “Scott’s as bad as you are when it comes to trust.”
Derek walked over to the cage, looking down at Summer cowering at the back. He said, with an odd stillness, “Sometimes you have to do things to protect the pack.” He looked at Erica. “One fox on the loose was bad enough. We need to make sure there isn’t another one.”