TEEN WOLF (S2) (ENGLISH VERSION)

PART 4

Stiles got in and Scott and I looked at him. He had been attacked by this new supernatural creature.

"Stiles, you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah." He replied. "Scott's right. It's not like him. I mean, its eyes were almost, like, reptilian. But there was something about them." He explained.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know them, but you just can't figure out who it is?"

"Are you saying you know who it is?" I asked.

"No. But I think he knew me."

[...]

It was morning. I was still on bed. It was almost time for school.

"What did you do?" I heard my mother yell.

I quickly got up and ran to where she was. Lydia's sheets were covered in blood and her hand was also bleeding.

This also happened to me the day before prom.

"Oh my god, Lydia." I spoke worried.

I turned around and the three of us saw how the mirror was smashed.

"Lydia, sweetheart. Why did you do that?" My mom was scared.

"Shit." I whispered.

[...]

"I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. I know because...I...I love you." I made a face of disgust.

Scott smiled.

"I love you more than...no! Pause! Enough. You have to find another way to communicate with Allison. It's Stiles' turn." I spoke.

Stiles shook his head repeatedly.

Scott and Allison not being able to talk was starting to affect me. I was becoming their personal messenger.

"Come on. You're the only one that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?" Scott asked.

"Yes, end of message and end of my days as your personal messenger." I replied.

"Now tell us about your boss." Stiles spoke.

"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book." Scott whispered.

"Do you think I can also find out what I am with that book?" I asked.

"Most likely yes." Scott replied.

"Where do they keep it?" I asked.

"I have no idea, I just know it's a book."

"He probably means a bestiary." Stiles spoke.

"A what?" Scott asked and I frowned.

"A bestiary." Stiles repeated.

"I think you mean bestiality." Scott spoke amused.