SLAVE TO THE MOON

chapter twelve, nothing's holding me back

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"here." noshiko calmly says, sliding a cup filled with liquid substance across the table that stiles is sitting by. "drink this, it'll calm you down."

"what is it?" stiles curiously asks.

"tea." noshiko answers.

stiles had a surprised look on his face, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "like magic tea?"

noshiko looks at stiles with a blank expression, her then sighing out with a shake of the head. "it's chamomile tea."

"are you okay?" kira asks with a comforting smile.

"i'll be okay once i see her."

"well, that'll be hard since no one knows where she is." kira says with a soft sigh.

"isaac would know." stiles tiredly says.

ken looks at stiles, him then whispering to his wife. "he's not safe here."

"he's not safe anywhere." noshiko states.

kira looks at her parents with hope. "but, allison killed one of them, doesn't that mean something? she killed an oni."

stiles had a hand on his face, a tired look in his eyes. "yeah, and then they killed her."

"allison's dead, and looks like the only good thing is me dying." stiles numbly says.

"he made a powerful move by splitting you two." noshiko states.

kira frowns her brows, a look on her face as if remembering something. "addison said something like that..."

"all right, what's our next move?" kira impatiently asks.

"what you need right now is a divine move." ken answers.

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there was a treehouse that was painted in silver and gold that was located in the woods and inside of the treehouse was addison argent.

her walking around a dresser when she stopped in her tracks as she heard a scraling noise coming from the outside, her swiftly turning around and when she saw a shadowed figure on the wall, she swiftly ran to where the figure was, slamming whoever it was, against a wall roughly.

the person lets out a surprised groan, his blue eyes looking into addison's light brown ones, the girl then stepping away as she saw it was isaac.

isaac coughed lightly, massaging his throat. "it was just me! why'd you have to get all physical on me?"

addison awkwardly looks at him. "sorry..."

isaac sighs out, looking at her with a saddened expression, her pleadingly looking at him. "no, don't look at me like that."

isaac's brows frowned in confusion, but his face was sad. "like what?"

"with those sad little eyes, i can handle myself, i have dealt with death before, my father, my mother, my aunt and now my sister." addison strongly says.

"did you ever cry?" isaac softly asks.

addison frowns at him. "what?"

"did you ever cry for your aunt? your mother?" isaac questions. "no, you know why? because they were horrible, your father was a different story-."

"i was heartbroken over him." addison glares at him.

"your sister died, addie and she..." isaac sighs out, him exhaling deeply.