[BOOK ONE]
Josie Carlisle moves back to a small town in California called Beacon Hills. Old House. New School. Familiar Faces. And a few unbelievable events. She spends time with old childhood friends of her's, Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. She...
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I pushed through the doors of the Animal Clinic roughly. I didn't mean it but I was getting stronger and so was my anxiety after receiving a text from Stiles about Brett being brought over there. I knew something had to be wrong, people aren't just sent to the animal clinic for no reason especially at this time. Once I walked in the examination room, I saw three familiar figures holding Brett's body down. However, all their strengths put together wasnt working. Brett's body appeared to suffering from a seizure and it was far from okay. He shook erratically and an yellowish substance foamed around his mouth.
Stiles held down Brett's shoulder, "What the hell is happening to this kid?" Brett became more of a struggle to hold on as Deaton snatched a scalpel from off the counter. Derek grabbed Brett's leg and held it down since it was my boyfriend's attempt to hold him down was failing.
"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible." Deaton answered, while positioning scalpel near Brett.
"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles said as he gave Derek a look, that caused Derek to give him that same exact look of annoyance. "Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength."
This is my time to help.
I grabbed Brett's shoulder with my other hand and applied pressure, "I could offer some werewolf strength."
My form of werewolf strength worked quicker than everyone assumed, causing the motion of Brett's body to slow down. I was shocked myself by it, I could barely control it. But I was being helpful, that was all that mattered to me. My strength didn't last long though. Brett got stronger and his body jolted off the table. Everyone's reflexes reacted fast but not smart. Stiles' head hit the corner of the sink while I quickly fell near him. Brett started to limp as he was making an attempt to escape the clinic and Peter appeared, punching him right in the face. The blow looked powerful and Brett fell on the tiled floor instantly.
Peter's blue eyes glanced around the room before turning back to their natural state, "I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself."
I hate this guy.
"Yeah, maybe more than a little." Derek scoffed as he got up from the floor. Peter continued to give his cousin, this arrogant look. I knew he was up to something, I didn't know what but he was definitely up to something. I can feel it.
I kneeled besides Brett, "Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing. Is he okay?"
Everyone moved towards Brett and Deaton went straight to work, making an incision into Brett's skin. And more of the yellow substance gradually oozed out.
