Neriah Hale lost her family at the age of ten, leaving her in the town of Beacon Hills with no one but two boys and a secret that she'd spent her whole life hiding. But when one of the two boys gets bitten, she has to reveal her true self to help sa...
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"Do you wanna talk about the fight between you and Stiles?" Allison carefully asked me, walking through school to Miss Morrell's office.
I shrugged my shoulders, looking ahead. "What's to talk about? Stiles hates me for killing someone and I hate him for turning his back on me so easily."
"I'm sure he'll come around," she said with high hopes, taking a turn with me.
"I don't think I can wait anymore," I admitted, swallowing hard. "I've been waiting for him for eleven years, Allison. I can't wait much longer."
She grabbed my arm in a comforting manner, giving it a squeeze. "I understand. You do what's best for you."
I gave her a small sad smile before walking into Miss Morrell's office. Allison jumped into the greetings and small talk while I sat on the green couch, watching them talk quietly over some printed article Allison gave her.
"Do you mind me asking where you got this?" Miss Morrell asked, glancing up at Allison. "A book?"
"Um, a family heirloom," Allison lied, surprisingly well.
"Interesting family," Miss Morrell chuckled. "I'm pretty familiar with most romance languages, but this is a little out of my reach."
"Can you give it a go?" Allison asked sweetly.
"All right, um..." She looked back down at the paper. "Kan...im...a...Do I have that right?" she asked Allison who nodded. "Like the wolf, its power is greatest at the moon's peak. Huh. Sounds like a werewolf."
My eyes widened for a second and then the three of us shared a nervous laugh. This just got weird.
"Oh, there's some words here I don't recognize," Miss Morrell informed us.
"Just try," I said, sending her an angelic smile. "Please."
"Could I hold onto it for a bit?"
"Now is better, please," Allison pushed.
Miss Morrell sighed, looking back at the paper. "All right, okay. Like the wolf, the kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the kanima seeks a friend."
So we're looking for a lonely lizard that wants a friend? Cool. Lovely.
"A friend, what does that mean?" Allison quietly asked, looking at me.
"Maybe it's lonely," I suggested, getting to my feet. "Well, Miss Morrell," I faced her with a smile while grabbing Allison. "It was good to meet you."
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I walked with Jackson behind Allison, Lydia, and Stiles, the five of us trying to get away from Isaac and Erica who were currently after Lydia to kill her.
