Lyra Gray wanted a fresh new start in a normal town where she could forget the tragic accident that had caused her months of grief. However, Beacon Hills was far from normal.
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*·༘ ➳〔 ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ 〕 ࿐ ࿔*:
It was Friday and the plan was set. Isaac got the ticket by throwing punches at some lacrosse players until they gave it.
Lyra waited in front of the room they agreed to place the unconscious Jackson. People walked by having the time of their life at the rave, oblivious to what was about to happen. They looked so careless and free. She checked her phone to see two missed calls from Quinn.
"Hey." Lyra looked up from her phone to see Isaac and Erica dragging an unconscious Jackson. She pushed the door open for them to enter and place the boy onto a metal chair. The werewolves walked back to Lyra, not wanting to be near him.
"I think I like him better unconscious. Quiet." Lyra stated, earning nods from both Isaac and Erica.
Their heads snapped towards the door to see someone opening the door. Lyra pulled out the daggers tucked under her jacket while the werewolves flicked out their claws.
"Uh, no no no!" Stiles yelled as he saw everyone ready to attack him. The three relaxed seeing the buzzed cut boy. "Just me, it's just me don't freak out."
"Is he okay?" Stiles asked crossing his arm in front of his chest as he stared at Jackson.
"Well, let's find out." Isaac walked towards Jackson, flicking out his claws, about to slash them across his chest. As he was about to, Jackson grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist, causing a few bones to crack. Isaac pulled his arm away, whimpering while stumbling backwards.
"Okay, no one does anything like that ever again, okay?" Stiles warned, while the others nodded profusely seeing how unbelievably strong Jackson was despite being unconscious. "I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out."
"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get. So, let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight." The buzzed cut boy replied still debating whether this plan would work or not. Jackson's eyes shot open just as Stiles finished his sentence. "I'm here." Jackson spoke up.
Although it was his body and his face, it was certainly not his voice. It was distorted and creepy. It was almost as his voice was merged into someone elses. His head was hanging from his body but his eyes was locked onto them. "I'm right here."
