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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"If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," Scott stated, his voice echoing from the cupholder in Aspen's car.
"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it," Aspen questioned, flicking her right turn signal light as she waited for a car to go by.
As much as Aspen wanted to be hands-on with the Jackson situation, she had personal matters to attend to. She came up with an ingenuous lie that she had a reading club meeting to get to. It was stupid but, then again, so are they so really, she thinks it went rather well. Yes, it was currently 9 P.M., but when are they really ever home at a reasonable hour? And now that she can say she was temporarily booted from her house at the age of sixteen, she took advantage of her freedom. Mellissa hasn't quite noticed that Aspen has been staying with them. Did she think it quite odd that Aspen and Scott used the excuse that they like having sleepovers? Yes. Did she think they were up to "funny business" one night when they stayed up late in Scott's room? Well, let's just say Aspen had never had a more awkward morning the next day when Melissa confronted them both on the matter. It was disturbing, to say the least, and Aspen and Scott couldn't look at each other in the eyes for a solid hour.
But Aspen played Mina's words in her head like a broken record. It was constantly replaying a melody that one would get sick of if not destroyed. Aspen wanted her voice gone, not because it was wrong. But because it was the closest thing Mina has given to good advice.
Now Aspen had to swallow her bride to the most bottomless pits of her stomach and drive down a dark road to the one person who might be willing to train her. Someone who's not afraid to break her in order for her to live.
So to stay in the loop of their current supernatural predicament, Aspen had Allison on the phone. They told her they were at the wood's edge, standing by the prison transport where Jackson was being imprisoned.
"What if someone else took it?" Allison suggested her opinion, the end of her sentence getting lost in the wind.
"Then somebody else knows what he is," Stiles sounded aggravated, and he had the right. They were currently holding a homicidal creature in the back of a stolen transport van. Aspen is surprised his father hasn't killed him yet.
Scott sucked his teeth, "Which could mean someone is protecting him."
"Like the bestiary says, "the kanima seeks a friend, right?" Aspen inquired, her fingers drumming against the wheel as she anticipated what would come in the next few minutes. She was getting close to her destination.
