Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

Meetings

"I'm coming to pick you up, we're meeting Derek at Deaton's." Scott says over to phone.

"I'm with Stiles though." I groan looking over at my brown eyed boy next to me.

"Devin this is important." Scott pushes.

"Fine pick me up at his house." I give in finally and hang up. "Are you alright if go to this thing?" I ask him.

"Yea it's fine I know y'all need to have pack meetings." Stiles shrugs. "Just promise me one thing."

"What is it?" I ask taking his hand.

"Don't trust them, only Scott. I don't want you getting hurt." He pleads looking down at our hands.

"Stiles to be a pack I have to trust them somewhat, but I do promise not to trust them if it's to risky." I promise before leaning over and kissing his cheek.
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"What's he doing here?" Scott ask pointing to Isaac.

"I need him." Derek shrugs.

"I don't trust him." Scott says locking eyes on Isaac.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you two either." Isaac sassed crossing him arms.

"Actually correction he does trust me I'm his sister." I snap raising my hand and pointing at myself.

"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care. Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" Derek barks looking around.

Deaton then appears around the corner. "That depends. Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Kill him." "Save him" Of course Scott and I are the ones saying save him.

Deaton smiles at Scott and I and place some small bottles on a table with what looks like herbs inside of them and a funky symbol on top. Isaac goes to pick one up and nearly drops it.

"Watch what you touch." Deaton scolds.

"So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac ask curiously.

"No, I'm a veterinarian. Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin." Deaton informs as he looks over what he has.

"We're open to suggestions." Derek states crossing arms.

"What about an effective offense?" Isaac suggest looking at us.

"We already tried. I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up." Derek sighs.

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton ask.

My eyes light up because I can finally answer a question. "Yea one, he can't swim."

"Does that go for Jackson as well?" Deaton eyes us.

Scott shakes his head. "No. He's the captain of the swim team."

Deaton nods in acknowledgment. "Essentially, you're trying to catch two people. A puppet... And a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

"I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else." Scott spills about Jackson mom.

"How do you know it's not part of the rules? The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too." Isaac of course contours.

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" I snap looking at him.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." Isaac shrugs making me roll my eyes.

"Hold on. The book says they're bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?" Derek ask thinking out loud.

"Meaning what?" Isaac ask confused.

"Meaning we can catch them." Scott realizes.

"Both of them." I smirk glancing at everyone.
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"There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott panics as we walk into Scott.

"It's a secret show. There's only one way, and it's a secret." Stiles emphasizes secret.

"Hey." We all turn to see Mat coming up behind us. "Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" He ask finally catching up.

"Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt." Stiles brushes him off.

Matt looks at him wide eyed and in shock. "I... I had a concussion."

I decide to step in here. "I think what Stiles means is that know one got seriously hurt." I say grabbing Stiles arm.

Matt continues to stare at us. "I was in the E.R. for six hours."

"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt?" Oh no Stiles finally snapped. "Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now." Stiles bends down so that his hand is only about an inch from the ground

"Are you okay?" Scott ask trying to show sympathy.

"Yeah, I'm fine now. So you didn't get any tickets last night either." Matt ask changing subjects.

"Are they still selling?" Scott ask hopefully.

"Uh, no, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's gonna be there." Matt holds them up with a smirk before walking away.

"I don't like him. Hey, are you sure about this?" Stiles ask Scott as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do you think he's going to do this time?" Scott ask as he watches Matt fade into the mass of people.

"Be there to make sure it happens." Stiles answers the question.

"We gotta get into that rave." I mumble eyeing everyone who walks by.