IN WHICH the younger martin sibling is abandoned by her mother and sister to go live with her Aunt outside of beacon hills. The young girl feels alone and useless when she meets the one and only Brett Talbot. The pair quickly become friends growing...
Song of the Chapter: Back to Black - Amy Winehouse (sped up)
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"I don't know what's happening to me."
Athena laid unconscious on the table next to a thrashing Brett who was trying to get away from Derek and Stiles.
"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles exclaimed trying to hold down the thrashing sophomore
"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible." Deaton's voice was calm.
"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles was sarcastic and it caused Derek to roll his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength." Derek was fed up with Stiles snarky comments.
"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." Deaton's warning was well appreciated by the two guys trying to hold down the frantic werewolf.
"Derek, he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him. Ah!" Just as Stiles spoke Brett flew out of their grasp jumping off the table. When he finally got away from them he stood there menacingly backing up towards Athena's table in a protective stance.
"Hey wolfy, why don't you get away from her okay." Stiles warned trying to step forward towards the boy but the only thing he got in return was a growl as Brett's eyes glowed brighter.
"It looks like the only thing hes worried about is protecting Athena. That's interesting." Deaton walked over to the werewolf but the beta wasn't letting anyone come close to her.
"It looks like his wolf is gravitating towards her. Like in this state the only thing he wants to do is protect her." Derek spoke as Deaton studied the pair, Brett continuing to growl at them.
"How are we supposed to cut him open if he wont lay down." Stiles exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.
"Maybe we get him to lay down next to her." Derek suggested as Deaton approached the werewolf again.
"Okay Brett. We aren't gonna hurt her, but we want to help you. Why don't you just lay down next to her." In his frantic state Brett looked at Deaton, then back at Athena, then back at Deaton again giving in and laying down next to her on the table completely still.
Deaton made a long incision along Brett's chest causing yellow smoke to pour out of his chest where the incision was made, the tall werewolf falling unconscious.
"Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing. Is he okay?" Stiles huffed as him, Peter, and Derek all stood there.
"I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while." Deaton nodded his head, putting his supplies up.
"Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something." Stiles spoke again hearing the werewolf boy mumbling.
"The sun... The moon... The truth... The sun... The moon... The truth..." Brett mumbled in a haze
