Destiny [D.H.]

18

Stiles and Scott were on the hunt for Jackson, so I decided to tag along. I had nothing better to do. Unsurprisingly, they'd lost him. How they lost a homicidal lizard, I had no idea. But it's Scott and Stiles. Anything can and will happen.

"What do we do now?" Stiles grumbled.

"Holy cr--" Scott began.

"Wha--sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?"

Scott shook his head. "I lost him."

"What? You couldn't catch his scent? Ella? Have you gotten something?"

I glanced at him. "I don't think he has a scent; at least, none that Scott or I can pick up on."

Stiles sighed. "All right; any clue where he's going?"

"To kill someone," Scott said seriously.

We reached a building and continued our conversation.

Stiles nodded. "Ah. That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense. What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense. Ella, it's not funny."

I managed to calm my laughing as Scott retorted, "Just help me find it."

"Not "it." Jackson," I corrected.

"Yeah, I know. I-I know."

"All right," Stiles continued, "but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

Scott shrugged. "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"

"I don't know."

"I was there," I told them. "Derek said a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom. So when is the kanima not the kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Scott said.

Stiles pointed to something. "Uh--dude. Ella. See that?"

Scott nodded. "He's inside."

"What's he gonna do in there?" I wondered.

"I know who he's after."

"What? How?" Stiles asked. "Did you two smell something?"

I caught a whiff of a familiar scent and locked eyes with Scott as we said, "Armani."

"Aw, come on," Stiles muttered as we walked in. "All right, maybe there's, like, a, uhh--like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

I noticed shirtless guys everywhere and instantly knew where we were. I tried to leave, but Stiles stopped me. "No, we gotta find Jackson. Two werewolves are better than one."

Scott turned to Stiles. "Dude, everyone in here's a dude. Excluding Ella. I think we're in a gay club."

"Man, nothing gets past those werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles asked as drag queens checked him out. "Even Ella caught on before you did."

Stiles turned to the bartender. "Three beers."

The bartender looked at him unamused. "IDs. How 'bout three cokes?"

"Rum and Coke? Sure," Stiles said as the bartender glared. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

The bartender handed me and Scott a drink and said, "Those ones are paid for."