RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"How many times can I break 'til I shatter?" ---
"Wait, what?" I ask, leaning forward in the backseat of Stiles' Jeep as Scott, Stiles, and me are driving down a dimly lit road, trying to follow the Kanima – Jackson – to see where it's – he's – going and if it's – he's – going to kill someone else.
The darkness reminds me of the night of my own accident, but I shove the thoughts away as much as I can, because I can't risk being unfocused right now.
"Derek didn't just test Jackson for no reason," Scott states with a sigh. "It was because the night of the Winter Formal, Jackson actually got what he wanted."
"So Derek bit Jackson?" Stiles questions further.
"Yeah," Scott confirms, letting Stiles and I in on what he and Derek had discussed after Derek and his pack had tested both Lydia and me. "And Derek was secretly hoping that the bite wouldn't take and that Jackson would die, but nothing happened. He had no idea why."
Stiles makes a hard right and I slide across the backseat, cheek almost slamming into the back window. "Well, do you have an idea why?" I inquire curiously, body trembling in reaction to what Stiles has just done.
"I have...a theory," Scott says slowly. I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to elaborate, breathing out a shaky sigh. He sighs as he does, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Lydia – she's somehow immune, and somehow passed it onto Jackson."
I let his words marinate in my mind for a moment. It does seem like the only plausible idea, but yet, part of me doesn't fully believe it. "People aren't just immune to werewolf bites and scratches, though," I point out. Then, I backtrack. "Right?"
Though I guess by the looks of everything, I seem pretty freaking immune.
"At this point, it's clear there's a lot we don't know," Stiles adds in and I sigh in agreement.
The tires of Stiles Jeep squeal as we pull into an abandoned parking lot. Derek had also gone off to find the Kanima – to find Jackson – so Scott was tracking him to find him before he outright killed Jackson. However, when we pull up to where Derek is, there's a chain-link fence preventing us from driving any further. "What do we do now?" Stiles asks, turning to Scott, but Scott's already kicked open the door and is hopping over the fence.
"Scott!" I shout after him, but it's no use. He's not going to listen.
Stiles raises his hands, his gesture showing his confusion. "How do we find him now?" Stiles questions.
I sigh, pulling out my phone. "His phone has GPS," I say as I wait for the app on my phone to load. "As long as his phone hasn't fallen off out of his pocket, we should be able to find him."
