Alison filled us in on what Lydia could translate from the bestiary. Apparently, she knew how to read Archaic Latin. The most intriguing thing she could translate was that the kanima seeks a master. Not a friend.
"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know what someone's controlling him." Alison said from the other end of the phone.
Scott, Stiles and I were outside of the sheriffs station while Mr. Stilinski and Jackson's father talked about the 'kidnapping' that took place a few hours ago.
When we went to the sheriffs station to try and tell the sheriff everything, it turned out that Jackson was already there with his father, a lawyer.
"Or he doesn't remember." Scott suggested.
"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she look off from the hospital?" I asked.
'A fugue state.'
"He'd have to forget everything." Scott said. "The murder.."
'Getting rid of the blood..'
"He had help with one thing though, the video." Stiles said. "Maybe someone else helped him forget that."
"Whoever's controlling him probably did." I replied.
"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?"
"No, he thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing." I told Alison.
"So do we try and convince him he's not?"
"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott answered.
'Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"
"Yeah it's us. He'll talk to us." Stiles looked at me and Scott.
"Right?"
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"You will not go within fifty feel of Jackson Whittemore." The sheriff read from a freshly printed restraining order. "You will not speak to him, you will not approach him, you will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."
The sheriff looked up from his official document and looked at the three of us. Jackson's father, Stiles's father, and Scott's mother were all giving us death stares.
We sat in an awkward silence for a few moments until Stiles decided to speak up.
"What about school?" He asked.
"You can attend classes while maintaining a fifty foot distance." The sheriff said.
"But what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time.. and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?"
I bit my lip to hold back a smile that was making its way onto my face.
"I'll just hold it." Stiles said once he saw the look on his fathers face.
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{3rd person pov}
"So.. why do we need their help?" Isaac asked his alpha.
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Fanfiction(TVDxTEEN WOLF) 'She sighed and bit her lip, looking into his hazel eyes. The eyes that used to look at her with so much hope, so much curiosity- now looked at her like she was a stranger. Like she was merely a pawn in his elaborate game. She looke...
