Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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a/n: I don't know why I keep forgetting but I'm sorry for the chapters that have said "aspenaspen" iconic but that's just my editing thing being a bitch.
Also DEREK IS NOT 19. That was my fault in the beginning for not fixing it and going by the old script. He is the same age in teen wolf as he is in here
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Nightfall was upon them, the sterling night shining down on Stiles' jeep as he sped through large alleys. With Scotts sniffling the air and giving directions, Stiles drifted every turn they made, making Aspen illicit a scream anytime it nearly tipped over. But Scott said he was following Derek's scent, which meant he knew where the kanima was. It's as Grandpa Sam said, he comes out when it benefits him. If she were not living with Scott at the moment, she would be worried about sneaking back into her bedroom on time. But now that Aspen was at Hotel McCall, she had the same freedom and liberty as Scott to leave the house without a clue of suspicion from Mellisa. But really, would their night really be typical if they weren't chasing supernatural creatures?
Though Stiles jeep's headlights never came of much use considering its age, Aspen was able to make out spikes lined up on the ground. "Stiles, stop!" Aspen warns, slapping his seat from behind. Scott squinted, one hand on the dashboard with the other stretched out before Aspen to keep them from flying out the window when Stiles came to an abrupt stop. His tires screeched the cement, and they all breathed deeply, eyes wide at their predicament.
"What do we do now?" Stiles groaned in dread, turning to face Scott, who was already out the door and hoping the fence before them. He sprinted off into the darkness toward the kanima, leaving Aspen and Stiles to stare after him in a mix of annoyance and awe at his impulsiveness.
"So we're back to being the backbone of our little pack, huh?" Stiles stated in exasperation.
Aspen hummed in agreement, leaning her head against the back of the passenger seat, "Backbone."
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It was after thirty minutes that Aspen spotted Scott lingering outside the Jungle club. Stiles stopped his car, and the two jogged up from behind him, creeping along a brick wall to keep eyes off them.
Aspen could feel the vibrations from the music inside. The neon green sign that read Jungle was the only source of light on the dark street. She scanned the faces of the men in line to enter the club, but none she recognized. So she couldn't imagine why Scott had come here.
Stiles ran right up from behind instead of a steady approach like Aspen anticipated, making Scott gasp. Stiles staggered back, hands raised in case Scott released his claws. "Sorry. I'm sorry," Stiles rambled, adjusting his jacket. "Did you see where he went?"
