Thunder and Blood

15

Percy

I follow Deaton, Scott and Lydia into the dining room, Scott's Mom stays behind to tend to Stiles' wound. Deaton speaks, mostly to Scott and Lydia. "I think we are grossly underestimating the danger here." He says, his voice steady. "He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us in the palm of his hand."

We all look back at Stiles, sitting on the couch with Melissa kneeling beside him, bandaging his stomach. He's already look directly at us. 

If this were up to me, this fox spirit would be long dead. Stiles as well. Scott really needs to learn how to prioritize. Either he lets this thing live and Void kills more people while Scott's pack tries to find a way to save Stiles, or he can make the hard decision and just kill the both of them. 

It's like hitting two birds with one stone. Except one bird is a bluejay, and the other is a chickadee. Even though bluejay's are blue - and don't get me wrong, I love blue -  they are so Gods dam annoying. And chickadee's are cute and innocent. 

In this case, Void is the bluejay; Stiles is the chickadee. 

Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. 

I don't think Scott has learned that yet. 

I look back at Deaton, who I didn't know was still talking. He keeps glancing at Void, as if waiting for him to attack. Then the veterinarian stares at him and Melissa for a moment too long. Scott and I both look, seeing tears welling in Stiles' eyes. 

"Stiles?" Melissa asks, hopeful. He sniffles, nodding. She reaches up, tearing the strip of tape from his mouth. He inhales shakely through his mouth, his eyes wide and scared. And a tear drips down his face. I begin to walk over, curious. 

But his labored breathing stops abruptly, he blinks, looking at Melissa. A ghost of a smirk crosses his face. "Really, Melissa?" He says quietly. "I shed one tear? That's all it takes?" She looks away, and now he really does grin. "Come on now, you can't crumble that easily." He looks like he's about to say something else when he sees me standing in the doorway, listening. 

Melissa doesn't want to listen anymore anyways, she puts the tape back on his mouth. Void seems slightly annoyed, but the look is gone as soon as it appears. He glances at me, to Melissa, and then back to me. 

I desperately want to know what he's thinking, what he's planning. 

But I'm even more desperate to go home. To see if my friends are okay. To make sure my dream doesn't come true. 

I heard Lydia, Deaton and Scott talking in the kitchen, something about a scroll. Scott is debating turning Stiles into a werewolf; something about changing the host to weaken the fox. It means you basically evict the evil spirit from Stiles' mind. It shouldn't be that hard seeing as Void hasn't really been paying rent. 

"It needs to be done sooner or later, Scott. That venom isn't going to last forever." Deaton says. 

"I can try calling Derek again."

There's a pause a Scott begins to take out his phone. "Maybe we should call someone else." Lydia sighs. Whoever she's implying they call must not be that great of a guy, because Scott immediately says no. 

Anyways, some guy named Peter Hale is coming in a few minutes. 

And I don't know who I was expecting, but this wasn't it. 

I think I was envisioning some teenager with blond hair, kinda like Luke, but instead I find myself looking at a grown ass man with short hair and blue eyes. He walks like he owns the place, which he doesn't, Scott's mom does. It's the way he holds himself, like he believes that he's always right and everyone else is wrong. 

He doesn't seem to want to be here. 

I can relate.