Kindred Spirits {Stiles Stilinski: Book Two}

Chapter 21

Scott and I pull up to Eichen House and get off his bike. We just caught Stiles, before he went in. "Why didn't you tell me huh?" I question grabbing him by his shirt. "Because we wanted to avoid something like this." Stilinski states.

"A little late for that now." I sneer letting go of him. "It's only 72 hours." Stiles states. "This is the same place where Barrow came from. The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies. We don't know everything yet." Scott argues.

"I know enough. Nogitsunes, kitsunes, oni, or whatever they're called." Stilinski says. "Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct." Stiles comments. "I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's and it terrifies me. I'm headed down to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist." Stilinski states.

"Then why are you putting him in here?" I question. "He's not. It was my decision." Stiles answers. "Stiles, we can't help you if you're in here." Scott states. "And I can't hurt you, either of you." Stiles says. "Does it look like I give a damn if you hurt me?" I ask.

"You may not care, but I do. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." Stiles replies. "Deaton's got some ideas. Argent's calling people. We're gonna find something. And if we can't..." Scott trails off. "If you can't, then you have to do something for me okay? Make sure I never get out." Stiles whispers.

"Come on." Stilinski says. They walk through the gates of Eichen House without any second thoughts. "Alright screw this. There is no way I am leaving him there alone." I state. A plans pops into my head. "Did you just get an idea? Is it gonna be a Stiles like idea?" Scott questions.

"Probably. Most likely going to result in utter failure and a little humiliation. Tell Melissa I won't be home for a few days." I instruct pulling out my phone. "Who are you calling?" Scott asks. "Someone who will get me in there no questions asked." I reply. "Morell." Scott says.

She meets me at the back entrance 30 minutes after the call. "Thank you for meeting me here." I say. "Here are the clothes patients must wear. You'll be sharing a room with a girl named Malia Tate for the next 72 hours. You have to go to group therapy like the rest. You can see Stiles in the morning." Morell states.

She hands me a blue tee shirt and sweatpants. Morell guides me into my room and locks us in. Malia sits up from her bed and stares at me. "Nice to see you again Malia." I state. She then tries to bring her fist to my face, but I catch it.

"I wouldn't try that again sweetheart. I'll let you off with a warning because I like you." I warn. "Sorry, anger isn't something I have much control over." Malia says. "I'm not the most level headed person either." I reply.

"What are you in here for?" Malia questions. "I'm keeping an eye out for a patient here. Do you remember Stiles?" I ask. "He sat in the front when you drove me home right?" Malia asks. "That's the one." I answer.

"He seems nice enough." Malia replies. "Do you mind showing me the works tomorrow? I haven't slept much and just kinda want to get some sleep." I state. "Sure." Malia responds. I lay down on the least comfortable bed ever.

I feel eyes burning into the side of my head. "What's on your mind?" I ask. "Just thinking. When I first met you, you said that you could change from a girl to a wolf. Do you think you could teach me how to become a coyote again?" Malia asks.

"You want to be a coyote again? I don't know if I'll be able to teach you. I barely know the theatrics myself." I answer. After talking a little longer, I finally fall asleep. I am awakened by the sound of shouting.

I must have woken up later than Malia, because she's already gone. I find the outside area and see guards holding down Stiles and Malia. "Enough! Stiles you saw something, didn't you?" Morell questions. "The basement. I've been down there before." Stiles answers.