Book 2 of The Omega series.
The McCall pack has to work with Derek's pack to eliminate a new threat.
Teen Wolf season 2 re-write self insert.
Started: December 30th 2021
Completed: January 7th 2022
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"Hey, Testicle Left, Right and the Penis, what the hell is a Kanima?" Jackson asks, taking the seat to my left and behind Scott. Scott, Stiles and I whip around in our seats to face him.
HOW THE HELL DID HE FIND OUT!?
Before I can ask how he found out, Coach starts the class. "All right, listen up! A quick warning before we begin our review—some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult, I'm not even too sure I could pass it!" Coach says.
I tune Coach out when Jackson starts talking to us. "Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"
Stiles gestures between him and myself. "We're familiar with the sensation."
"All I know is that Derek gave me some of the stuff and it paralyzed me, then today at school I overheard Isaac and Erica talking about Lydia."
"Wait—why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"
"How should I know?" Jackson asks defensively.
My eyebrows draw together in confusion. "Wait, do they think it's Lydia?"
"I don't know! All I heard was her name and something about chemistry..."
"Jackson!" Coach bellows. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"
"Umm... Just an undying admiration for my coach..."
"That's really kind of you. Now shut up! Shut it!" He turns and walks to the front of the class again.
Scott grabs Stiles by the shirt and pulls him to him to talk. "How do we know it's not her?"
"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And, when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see fifty percent evil." Stiles sighs. "All right, maybe sixty. You know, but no more than forty on a good day!"
"That's not a very good argument," I say.
"I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her."
"Calm down. I don't think it's her either, but we don't know for sure. We need to be careful."
Lydia goes to the blackboard to solve a problem. She starts crying while writing a bunch of gibberish on the board. I stand up and walk over to her, placing my hand on her shoulder. She's completely freaking out.
"Lydiaaaa," Coach says. "Okay, then. Anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?"
I examine the board. It actually is English, it's just all written backwards over and over on the board. SOMEONE HELP ME, it reads. I turn back around to the boys and sit back down behind Stiles. He takes a picture of it on his phone and flips the photo, reading what she wrote.
