Discovering Catwoman ▷ Stiles Stilinski [Book 2]

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"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes."
― Marcel Proust

Chapter thirty-one>>

After waking up, perfectly fine in Deaton's office, Scott and I rode with Derek back to the train depot that he was bunking in for a while. 

"All I'm saying is that we need a new plan," Scott and Derek are currently bickering over the events that happened tonight while we walk into one of the train cars, "because next time, one of us is going to be too hurt to heal."

Scott sighed. "I get it. We can't save Jackson."

"We can't seem to kill him either." I muttered taking the seat across from the brooding alpha.

"I've seen a lot of things, but I've never seen anything like this. Every new moon's just going to make him stronger." Derek voiced looking down at his hands.

Scott shook his head. "But how do we stop him?"

"I don't know." Derek solemnly stated. "I don't even know if we can."

A heavy weight laid against my shoulders. How were we supposed to keep people safe when we couldn't even keep ourselves safe? My back leaned against the cold metal of the train car. We are just a bunch of kids, how are we supposed to know what to do?

"Maybe we should just left the Argents handle it." Scott proposed. 

Derek huffed. "I'm the one who turned him. It's my fault." 

"Yeah, but you didn't turn him into this." I argued. "This happened because of something in his past, right?"

Again, Derek shook his head not meeting our gaze. "That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple."

I narrowed my eyes at the older boy sitting in front of me. His vibe held a mysterious tone that didn't sit well with my gut. "What aren't you telling us Derek?"

For the first time in the last ten minutes, Derek met my eyes. "Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?"

I scoffed, throwing my hands into the air, probably a dramatic flare I learned from Stiles. "Because, you normally are keeping something from us. Always!"

His face hardened knowing we were right. "Well, maybe I do it to protect you."

Scott sighed. "Doesn't being a part of your pack mean no more secrets?" He questioned but the answer was left with no avail. 

"Go home, you two. Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe, 'cause the full moon's coming and with the way things are going, I've got a feeling it's going to be a rough one."

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We left the sulking alpha but his commanding orders for me were to be back tomorrow morning for 'training'? Apparently, him and Charlie had talked and since I still couldn't control my shift on a full moon, I'm being chained up like the rest of the dogs. 

All of us (Boyd,Erica, Isaac, and I) stood around watching as Derek opened a chest containing a million different types of chains. 

Isaac leaned down pointing at a symbol that was drawn on the box. "What does this mean?"

"It's a triskele." Boyd answered for the his alpha. "Spirals mean different things: Past, present, future. Mother, father, child.

Derek glanced over at the boy impressed. "You know what it means to me?"