COMPLETED [ B O O K T W O - S E A S O N S 3 A + 3 B ]
Four months since defeating the Kanima, Madison Stilinski had lived a normal summer filled with fun, trying her best not to think about Derek Hale. But when a pack of Alpha's roam to town...
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It's been four months since we defeated the Kanima, and ever since, my life has taken a surprising turn for the better. I've made significant progress in controlling my powers, mastering the ability to sense and manipulate people's emotions through touch at will, and the aerokinesis which I'd definitely gained at lot more control over.
Aside from that, my visions have been baffling and cryptic. I've been seeing this strange symbol in my dreams. Despite our endless searches, Scott, Stiles, and I have found no clue about its meaning.
On another note, Jackson moved to London over the summer. While Lydia was the only one not thrilled about him leaving, I was relieved. Considering the chaos he caused before summer, and him quite literally just being Jackson Whittemore, his absence felt like a blessing. This summer was a breath of fresh air, a time when I could finally be myself again. I spent much of the early summer trying to get over Derek, both mentally and physically, and it seemed to have worked. Well, mostly.
"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." The tattoo artist sarcastically remarks as he holds the paper of two rings Scott had sketched out at home. The three of us were at a tattoo parlour, since Scott had decided he wanted to get one early and his mom let him. Funny the artist said that, because I had made a comment on the way there that he really didn't need to draw it.
"Hey, Scott, you sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles questions as he holds up one of the tattoo idea books and the image contains a creature that looks an awful lot like the kanima.
"Yeah, that'll really get you laid." I joke.
"I don't know man, are you sure about this?" My brother questions him as the tattoo artist prepares to begin tattooing. "I mean these things are pretty permanent, you know?"
Scott grins. "I'm not changing my mind."
"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles asks.
"I just like it." Scott replies.
I narrow my eyes. "Ok, but aren't tattoo's supposed to have like a deeper meaning to them?"
"Getting a tattoo means something." Scott tells us.
I furrow my brows. "That your mom was nice enough to sign the permission slip?"
"He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark'. Like a rite of passage." The artist explains to us, and Scott appears impressed.
Scott turns to look back at us. "Yeah, see guys? He gets it."
"He's covered in tattoo's, Scott, literally." Stiles folds his arms.
"Okay, you ready?" The man looks at Scott, who takes a deep breath, clearing his throat.
"You sure you don't want Stiles to hold your hand?" I pout with a smile, and my brother nudges me.
