"There are dark places where the veil between worlds is thin, and those who dare cross it may never return the same."
"Her power was not just in the lightning but in the way she controlled the chaos, turning storms into symphonies of electricity."
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"So Scott told me you've been seeing things." The older man that stood in front of Bryce asked.
"Yeah, when something is about to happen I can sense it. Like that Isaac and Erica were gonna test Lydia. It's like I completely freeze while I have them." Bryce explained while the man nodded.
"Does something happen before you get them?" Deaton said looking through his book.
"I mean I bumped into Isaac when I got my first one but the second one just came out of nowhere." She said sound worried.
"Anything else you've been experiencing like headaches or weird pains anywhere." He asked looking at her.
"No headaches." She summed up.
Deaton thought for a moment trying to piece it all together. "I think I might have an explanation but its just a theory at the moment."
"Anything would help, I just wanna know what's going on." She sounded helpless.
"I'll talk to you about it after Derek and Isaac are gone." Bryce nodded and walked over to where the three werewolves were stood.
"Now where's the vet is he gonna help us or not?" The brooding werewolf questioned impatiently.
"That depends, your friend Jackson are you planing to kill him or save him." Deaton said with Bryce standing next to him.
"Save him."
"Kill him."
The two wolves both answered differently.
"Save him." Scott sternly told Derek.
"God you two are like an old married couple." Bryce said with a huff.
"Good to see you too Bryce." Derek sarcastically replied.
Scott ignored the two and just spoke to Deaton. "Save him."
Deaton led them into a room and set a tray of, what looked like spices to Bryce, in front of them.
"Watch what you touch." Derek warned to Isaac who reached out to the jars.
He backed off and lent down on the table. "So what are you some kinda witch?" Bryce rolled her eyes at his demeanor.
"No, I'm a veterinarian." He said uninterested before continuing. "Unfortunately I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin." He informed the three standing on the other side of the table.
