Book One is, This Changes Everything. This Book here is The Sequel, Nemesis for All.
Consequently, everyone is aware and there are no issues. I'm just using the scripts I discovered online; I don't in any way own the rights to Teen Wolf. I give ful...
{Latin ^ Omega - Part Two.} - Day 46, Midday Wednesday - February 23rd, 2011.
{Word Count: 6225} 1549, More words than Omega. / Act 4 - Act 5 - Act - 6
Location: Beacon Hills High.
Distraught and exhausted, Scott and Stiles head to the school's main entrance. Morwen followed silently behind, keeping to themselves and staying quiet. Having destroyed their scent-covering vial necklace, Scott no doubt knew they were behind. Though they could speak up and check on Stiles and even their brother, the tension was still too hot, too hot.
Clutching their hand on the strap of their black backpack, they drew a sharp breath and quickly walked past them both, not saying a single word. Before Scott could finish his sentence, Stiles grabbed their hand.
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"She ate the liver?" Scott questioned, his nose slightly snarled at Morwen.
"Hey-" Before Scott could finish his sentence, Stiles grabbed Morwen's hand. Kneeling down for just a split second, he opened his bag and pulled out Morwen's journal.
"Just let him go," Scott rolled his eyes.
"I didn't say she ate it," Stiles picked back up on the conversation.
"It was missing. And if she did? So what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." Morwen scowled, locking eyes with Scott; the tension was thick, and Stiles groaned.
"You two are gonna have to get past whatever this is—" Stiles huffed.
"I never ate anyone's liver," Scott scoffed, as Morwen pulled away from Stiles and went on into the school.
Stiles stops, turning back to Scott. "Oh right, because when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control."
But then Stiles stops, turning back to him. "You're the test case for this. We should be going over what happened to you."
"What do you mean?" Scott queries.
"I mean, what was going through your head when you were turning? What were you drawn to?" Stiles probes.
"Allison," Scott responds.
"Nothing else?" Stiles presses.
"Nothing else mattered. But that's good, right? The night Lydia was bit, she was with you." Scott Added.
"Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson," Stiles muttered, shaking his head.
They both turned at the familiar growl of a Porsche Carrera tearing into the parking lot. A homeless man, rummaging through a school trash can, looked up as the Porsche whizzed into the space before him. Aviators still on, Jackson stepped out with his backpack and lacrosse stick.
