𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.
❛ ALWAYS BE IN
YOUR CONTROL ❜
A hospital trip wasn't how Isabelle Nightly wanted the school dance to end but it doesn't take her long to realise that's the least of her problems.
Oh, and her neighbour w...
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( 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 )
Scott opened Coach's office door for the other two to enter, informing them of the problem that they now have to face. "Derek's outside waiting for Lydia."
Allison frowned, not knowing the full order, "Waiting to kill her? What about Elle, does he know what happened with her""
Scott shrugged, "If he thinks they're the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool."
Stiles shook his head, panic spiralling up his throat, making him feel slightly sick. "It's not Elle."
Scott looked over at his best friend sympathetically, knowing how much he cared for the blonde girl. "Stiles, they didn't pass the test, man. Neither of the did. Elle reacted but not in the right way, she's still a suspect."
Stiles shook his head again, walking around the desk. "No, it can't be her. There was only one creature, it can't be both of them."
Allison whipped her head between the two as she pointed out Derek's logic, "It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's one of them. So either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect them."
"Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school."
Allison tilted her head. "What about after school? What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?"
Stiles looked at her with wide eyes, "By three o'clock?"
Allison shrugged. "There could be something in the bestiary."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Oh, you mean the 900 - page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that." He said sarcastically.
Allison pondered for a moment then looked down in thought. "Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it."
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Unaware of the conversation between Scott, Stiles and Allison, Lydia was sat in the counsellor's office in front of Ms. Morrell with an unamused expression on her face while Elle waited outside again. Lydia was annoyed that she was forced into staring at random blobs of ink on a piece of paper.
"Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly." Lydia nearly chanted as Ms. Morrell held up different spots of ink on different pieces of paper.
Ms. Morrell held up the next piece and noticed the pause in answer as Lydia's gaze drifted out. "Lydia?"
