Acquainted ⇒ Brett Talbot

XII. The Sun, The Moon, The Truth

"What are you doing to him?" I ask, barging through the door. I ignore the very hostile figure of Peter Hale in the corner of the room, facing my attention to Brett on the operating table.

He's in the state of some convulsion, wolfsbane sputtering from his mouth and his body slick with sweat. He grunts and thrashes around on the operating table. I lower my eyebrows at the sight.

"He's been poisoned with a rare wolfsbane," he announces. "I need to make an incision and I need Stiles and Derek to hold him as still as possible."

I start towards the table. "So you're trusting these two to hold him down?" I gesture towards a muscular man with stubble and hazel eyes who looks to be in his late twenties and a boy around my age with dimples and black hair. I realise that it's also in fact the boy who came to Liam's rescue during the Brett incident outside of the bus.

I throw down a forearm across Brett's shoulders and press him down. He's thrashing less than before, but I still feel him threatening to overpower me. I clench my teeth. This is stupid, I think. I'm a vampire. I should be able to hold down Brett.

"Hey, Derek," the younger boy says. "How about a little werewolf strength?"

Derek groans. "I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength." I follow his gaze to Peter who stands with his arms crossed in the corner, looking more smug than anything.

"Excuse me," Deaton says, squinting slightly. "You don't seem surprised by this. You seem composed, even."

I shrug, a slight smile playing on my lips. "I eat people to survive. I'm not fazed by a little wolfsbane." I was worried for Brett, sure, but I wasn't scared.

Deaton looks momentarily taken aback before recomposing himself. Brett's sweaty body slips under my grip and he thrashes around more violently, convulsing under my forearm.

"If you can't hold him down, the incision might kill him."

I wince as I put more pressure onto his shoulders, his grunting ringing amplified in my ears. "Derek, he's slipping," Stiles says through gritted teeth.

"I don't think I can hold him," I say, feeling Brett restrain more and more against my hold.

And that's when Brett breaks through mine and Stiles' hold.

He gets to his feet, rushing to the door with wolfsbane still dripping from his lips. His eyes are golden and glowing as he moves towards the door. I start to make a move to get in front of him using my speed, but I've barely moved a muscle when Peter knocks him out with a sharp blow to the face.

Brett crashes to the ground with a thump and I feel my breath catch in my throat. "Ah, I guess do still have a little werewolf strength," Peter says.

"If he's dead, I swear to god I will kill every single one of you," I say, kneeling down beside him.

"Okay, listen here cannibal woman or whatever," Stiles says. "I'd like to see you try and get through me."

I ignore him and place a hand on Brett's chest. His heartbeat is slow but still steady. I prop his head up on my hand. His lips part and he whispers something inaudible. "Guys, can you hear that?" Stiles asks. "I think he's saying something."

Brett whispers the words again, only this time I can actually make them out. "The sun, the moon, the truth. The sun, the moon, the truth."

I look up at Deaton for answers. "Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth. It's Buddhist."

A muscle feathers in Peter's jaw. "Satomi," he says. "Do you know where to find her?" He looks pointedly at me.

"What makes you think I would tell you," I say. "You tried to kill me last time I saw you."