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_________________ c h a p t e r t h i r t y - f i v e
A few hours and a shower later, Carson and Lydia aimlessly walk behind Scott into the vet with sorrowful and guilty eyes. They weren't quite sure what to do anymore, Allison was kind of their rock. She kept them grounded, kept them together, and now she's gone.
"Stiles and Kira said it was the Nemeton that kept it trapped," Carson could faintly hear Scott say, but she wasn't fully listening. All she could think about was what were her last words to Allison? What was the last thing she said? Did she know how much she cared about her?
"The problem is this isn't even a person you're fighting. It just looks like one. It's a spirit that's taken the shape of a human."
"The shape of my best friend."
"Why did it have to be us? Why did we have to be the ones to fight this, to have to deal with this, to make the sacrifices?" Carson blurts out.
"Carson."
"Look, someone caught it once. Someone can do it again, right?" Lydia asks.
"I don't know. This thing was trapped a long time ago before the Nemeton was cut down. It doesn't have the same power anymore."
"Is there anything that does?"
"Possibly. When the tree was whole, its wood was sometimes used to contain powerful objects. But those objects are very rare."
"Carson, do you know if your grandmother still has the box where they keep the aquamarine?"
"It's in a safe, at one of our arsenals in Mexico. She won't be able to get it in time. Is it made out of the Nemeton?"
"Yes."
"Wait a second. Powerful objects? Like an Alpha's claws?"
"Which Alpha?"
"Talia Hale. Peter had them in this wooden box, with a triskele on the lid. What if it was made from the Nemeton?"
"It was," Deaton looks to the floor, with an emotion Carson couldn't pinpoint.
"How do you know?"
"Because I made it."
As they get up to go to the loft, Carson receives a call from her father.
"Dad, now is not really a good time-"
"You are not gonna believe this. There are samurais in the hospital."
"Samurais? What-" she looks up in horror. "Dad, you need to get out of there now! Stiles' dad left your keys in your pants pocket, just leave. Hurry."
"Okay, I'm on my way out now. Just relax, I'm in the parking garage. My nurse is gonna kill me for not signing the discharge papers. Do you have any idea who these guys are?"
