Discovering Catwoman ▷ Stiles Stilinski [Book 2]

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"We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness-and call it love-true love."
― Robert Fulghum, True Love

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"Guys focus!" Scott commanded, his eyes scanning the room for our targets.

"Right, focusing." Stiles chanted taking the glass up to his lips.

"Stiles, don't take a big gulp." I warned him placing my hand on his arm. He smirked peering down at me through those long dark eyelashes of his. "I can hold my liquor, babe."

I shook my head, letting my hand fall off his arm. "Alrighty then, hotshot."

"Guys, help me find Jackson!" Scott turned to us for a few brief seconds, panic clear on his face. My eyes searched the room for the lizard man just as Stiles knocked back a huge swig of Fireball. Immediately, his face turned red as he began to choke and sputter. His hand laying on his chest in obvious discomfort.

"Oh my God. What is that? The Cinnamon Challenge with liquid fire?" I laughed patting him on the back. "It's called Fireball."

He leaned against the bar trying to get his breath back. "Well it definitely feels like a ball of fire is circulating through my instestines."

I smirked sipping on the rest of my drink, raising a mocking eyebrow at him. "Thought you could handle your liquor, Babe?" His head swivels around. Chocolate brown eyes glare at me as his lips purse. "Oh, shut up."

"I found Jackson." Scott called out getting our attention once again. "No, no, no." My eyes shot up to see what Scott was panicking about. Not only was Jackson paralyzing people but Derek was marching straight towards him and he definitely wasn't going to hug him.

"Derek, no!" I yelled running after the hot headed alpha who was dead set on killing Jackson.

There was no stopping him. Derek lashed out at Kanima Jackson, blood spurting from his throat. "Derek!" He didn't stop or turn around, just kept walking towards the exit. People started screaming in the crowds, stepping away from the motionless people sprawled out on the floor. My nose immediately peeked up as the smell of my best friend hit my nose. "Danny."

"Danny, oh my God. Are you okay? Does it hurt? Where?" I frantically ran to where he was laying on the floor, checking over him to see if he was injured more than just being paralyzed, not that being paralyzed wasn't a bad thing but he should be okay after a little while.

"Jenna, I can't feel my body. I can't feel anything." He whimpered. His eye panicking as he tried to force himself to move.

"It'll be okay Dan. We're going to get you help. I promise." I stayed next to him, holding his hand as the paramedics arrived, along with the police, taking him away.

"Come with me." A hand grabbed my arm pulling me in the direction out the door. "Stiles, where are we going? I have to go with Danny."

"Jackson went this way and Danny will be fine. The paramedics are taking him." I sighed following my spaz of a boyfriend into the parking lot. I did not however expect what happened next.

Scott stood over a naked, bloody yet still alive Jackson, without a clue of what to do. "What do we do with him now?"

"What do we do? What do we do with him?" Stiles shreiked. "How the hell am I suppose to know? He just survived a cut throat situation, literally!"

Scott glared at him. "Okay, not helping, I know. Just, just put him in the jeep. We'll think of something."

Scott nodded standing away from the body, casting a glance over to the commotion of the police and paramedics. "I have to go find Danny, real quick."