Dove -Stiles Stillinski

11- Time

"Was there a reason I was more involved in your life then I was supposed to?"

I sat down on the couch cold, alone and empty playing with the pit of my sick stomach. The source of my pain sat in front of me while the people who thought I was innocent were trying to kill the generator of chaos, strife and pain.

"But the scroll said to change his body," Lydia said while I was sitting emotionlessly, tapping my finger on the couch and staring into the eyes of The Nogitsune.

This whole time I was angry at the Nogitsune for killing all these people only to figure out that I killed them.

"That's if I translated it correctly," Deaton pointed out, looking at Scott. "We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor." 

"And what if he doesn't want it? He's never asked to be a werewolf," Scott sighed, looking at Lydia.

Wrong, Stiles never asked but he did want to be a werewolf. When he saved me from Peter after he attacked me, Peter asked if he wanted to be a werewolf and Stiles said no but deep down I knew what he wanted.

"What if it saves his life?" I heard Lydia ask as I was still stuck in a catatonic state, not being able to move.

"What if it kills him?" Scott shot back. "I've never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?" 

"The venom is not going to last long," Deaton said. "Something needs to be done sooner than later." 

"I can try calling Derek again," Scott suggested.

"Maybe we should call someone else," Lydia shrugged. Scott sighed as he knew what she was going to say but did a double take as he saw my stiff and dead-like state.

"Kayla, are you okay?" Scott asked as he looked at me worryingly. The Nogitsune smirked at this question as I looked up at Scott slowly and smiled.

"I'm fine."

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Peter strolled casually around the couch where Stiles was, analysing him quietly while we watched on carefully.

"He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf," Peter mumbled, kneeling in front of him. 

"You don't think it would work?" Scott asked. 

"This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle," Peter told him while getting up to face him. 

"What kind of methods?" Deaton asked. Peter grabbed Scott's hands, making him stick his claws out.

"We're going to get into his head,"  Peter smirked. After a few talks, Peter dragged Lydia to the other room for what I think was negotiation. About two weeks ago, Lydia told me that Peter had a child.

And that Malia was the Daughter.

She hadn't told Peter though. Hell, I didn't think she tell anyone other than Allison and I. I knew Peter wasn't doing this to help though, he wanted his daughter's name.