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Going through the second part of the list Lydia decrypted Derek sees some familiar names. Families that lived in the area for years. Others must be new or managed to keep their specialty a secret. It's the last name on the list that makes him frown.
Parrish is something supernatural. And from the number displayed after his name something powerful. Derek should probably be more surprised. Who's he kidding? Of course Parrish turns out to be... something. He took everything strange that was happening way too calmly. Even Derek being turned into a child and back wasn't really questioned. Not that Derek is actually able to give an explanation.
While the dead pool is going on he can't expect any help with his problem. Especially since Scott and the others think that there is nothing going on anymore. For them it was over once he turned back and Kate disappeared into the night.
Now that Scott has his own problems Derek isn't going to bother him with his own. The little angry one is a handful. He kinda reminds Derek of Jackson. Before he started drinking tea that somehow makes him nicer and talking with a British accent. That's at least what his alpha, Amy writes Derek. Lately she even stopped threatening to send Jackson back if he didn't stop calling football soccer.
Parrish was actually nice to him. That should have been enough to make him suspicious. Nobody is ever nice to him without having an ulterior motive.
What might he possibly want from him? Secret information to destroy his already miserable life? Help with a plan that involves betraying Derek for the greater good? Or his aide in a personal vendetta? At least the last time that happened it was fun. Until it wasn't.
He's just going to attribute the headache to this new development. Every time he crosses something off his to-do list two new problems have to be added. Finding a solution to his diminishing powers is going to be priority number one soon. The new headaches are bad enough. He can't imagine what it's actually going to be like getting sick. He has no plans finding out. Although it would mean that he could be taken off the dead pool if he were a mere human.
At Deaton's! Come help!
He waits a minute for more details which are not coming. Obviously. Sighing he grabs his car keys. So much for getting his much needed sleep.