Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

La Bete du Gevaudan

Research - Chapter 5: La Bete du Gevaudan

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of it's characters. I only own Hope and her family.

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"Still not talking to me?" Scott asked Stiles, sitting behind him, "Can you at least tell me if your Dad is okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big? You know I feel really bad about it, right? Okay..." Scott let out a sigh, and Hope rolled her eyes.

"He's fine - Stiles is just being a stubborn git because you wouldn't answer your phone the other day." 

"Okay, what if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help." Hope rolled her eyes once more.

"If I was talking to you I'd say you were an idiot for trusting him." Hope let out a groan, and tossed a paper ball at Stiles. "But, obviously I'm not talking to you."

The bell rang for class to begin, and Hope grabbed the sheet on her desk and her shiny, black pen and tapped it, looking over at her two friends. Stiles was shaking his head, before he turned around and rested his arms on Scott's desk. "What did he say?"

Scott smiled in triumph, and nodded slightly, explaining everything during class in hushed whispers.

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"Wha- he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asked Scott as they left their English class.

"Yeah." Scott responded weakly.

"Alright, well correct me if I'm wrong but every time you do that you try to kill someone, and that someone is usually me or Hope."

"I know! That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

"Well how's he gonna teach you to do that?" Hope asked, being the only voice of reason amongst the three.

"I dunno - and I don't think he does either."

"Well that's bloody helpful." Hope nodded, a fierce look spreading across her face.

"Okay, when are you seeing him again?" Stiles asked.

"He just told me not to talk about it, just act normal and get through the day." Scott ignored Stiles' question. Stiles stopped him, and Hope rounded on Scott. 

"When?"

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work." 

"Well, that gives us 'till the end of the school day then." Stiles stated, giving Hope a look which she fully understood.

"To do what?"

"To teach you ourselves."

With that, Hope and Stiles walked off, leaving a confused Scott to stare after them in both worry and wonder.

"They're so gonna kill me."

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"The what of who?" Lydia asked Allison, as Hope leaned in, feeling intriuged. Allison had her feet rested on one of the cafeteria seats, with a book in one hand and fork in the other. Lydia was more civilized, sitting like a princess and eating with excellent manners. Hope, on the other hand, had her elbows rested on the table as she picked out her food with her fingers. Her legs were crossed under the table and she slouched, with her blonde hair falling out of a small ponytail at the nape of her neck.

"The beast of Gevaudan. Listen - a quadriped, wolf-like monster prowling the overn in South Dordoin ares in France during the  years 1764-1767. La bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the king Louis the VIV sent out one of his best hunters to try and kill it."