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𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, Scott having dragged the unlikely group into the coach's office to discuss a plan.
"Derek's outside, waiting for Lydia." Scott informed the lot, he'd used his wolfy senses to figure out as much.
"Waiting to kill her?" Allison pressed, obviously concerned for her friend.
Lizzie stood in the corner of the room, looping as many medals that were hung on the wall as she could around her neck. Serious conversations were not particularly her strong suit, to say the least.
"If he thinks she's the kanima, then yes especially after what happened at the pool." Scott also looked fearful.
"It's not her." Stiles suddenly spoke. He refused to believe that the love his life was a scaly killing machine.
Scott sighed. "Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened."
Said test was to slip a small dosage of kanima venom onto the crystal for Lydia to then eat and if nothing happened, she failed. Supposedly, kanima venom doesn't affect the actual kanima but does indeed paralyse everyone else.
"For what it's worth, I don't think it's Lydia either," Lizzie said, the medals around her neck jangling together as she turned. "It doesn't feel right. Like, we've missed something."
Scott stared at the pixie. "Put them back."
"But-"
"I don't wanna hear it. Put them back."
Lizzie did as she was told, briskly removing the medals before tuning back into the conversation.
"It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her. So, either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her." Allison frowned, voice wavering.
"Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here. Not at school."
That gave them more time.
"What about after school? What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?" Allison brainstormed.
Stiles shook his head skeptically. "By three o'clock?"
