Season of the Witch ↠ Isaac Lahey [1]

04; game day

04; GAME DAY

The next day, Wren stood in front of Stiles’ Jeep with Scott, watching Derek Hale being put into a cop car. She had changed from wearing shorts, stockings, and a shirt to wearing skinny jeans, red converse and a tank top that displayed Jimi Hendrix on the front.

She turned as something caught her attention and her eyes widened when she saw Stiles walking towards the car that Derek had just been put into. “What’s he doing?” She said. “Seriously, what the hell is he doing?”

“Oh my god, I don’t know.” Scott said. “Oh my god.”

“I am going to kill him.” She said. “Well, not if he gets killed by Derek Hale first. Jesus Christ.”

The pair waited for a few more moments when Stiles was pulled out of the car by his father. Wren let out a sigh of relief. His dad spoke to Stiles and then sent him back over to Wren and Scott. “So from a scale of one to ten, how much trouble are you in?” Wren asked as she climbed into the Jeep.

“Probably an eight, but it’s not from talking to Derek Hale. Mostly.” He replied, starting to drive the car. “I might have told him you were with us when we went to find the body.” He said sheepishly to Scott.

“Stiles!” Scott said.

“Sorry, it just slipped out!” He exclaimed, shooting an annoyed look at Wren who was laughing at him. “Just find out why there was wolfsbane by the body.” He said, throwing a bag onto Scott’s lap. Scott pulled the phone out of it and dumped the bag on the floor.

“How are you getting wifi on that thing?” She asked.

“Secret.” Stiles replied, making Wren roll her eyes.

“Fuckin’ nerd.” She muttered, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Says the girl with the comic book collection!” Stiles’ exclaimed.

“Can you two be quiet please!” Scott said. Wren raised her eyebrow. He seemed more agitated than earlier. There were a few minutes of silence as they drove down the road before Scott began to speak again. “I can’t find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial.”

“Just keep looking.” Stiles said. “Maybe it was a ritual or something, maybe they bury you as a wolf.”

“But Scott can’t do that, or at least we think he can’t.” Wren pointed out.

“Well then, maybe it’s like a special skill, something you have to learn.” Stiles replied.

“I’ll put it on my to do list.” Scott grumbled. “On top of how the hell am I supposed to play this game tonight.”

“Maybe it’s different for girl werewolves-“

Scott cut him off. “Stop it!”

Wren raised her eyebrows. “Stop what?” Stiles asked.