Katie Stilinski,
Stiles' twin sister,
returns to Beacon Hills only to be overwhelmed by the supernatural.
She couldn't be more compelled to stab herself with a fork and bleed to death.
But where there's Beacon Hills there's lacrosse.
And where the...
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"There must be someone else then." I frown, tapping my fingers against my thigh restlessly.
"It said the Kanima seeks a friend right?" Allison mutters. "That must be who stole Danny's tablet."
If you're as confused as I was 15 minutes ago you might need an explanation. Turns out, Jackson taped himself on the full moon to see the supposed gift Derek had given him, and when he looked back at the recording nothing had happened at all. Jackson had been expecting to turn into a werewolf and was, quite frankly, pissed when it didn't happen. So he took the recording to Danny who found that someone had looped the tape, getting rid of the rest of the footage. So Danny worked together with Matt (the school's creepy photographer) to get the missing footage back. Unfortunately, before Jackson could see the recovered tape, Danny's tablet was stolen.
"Stiles, when you looked online you said that Kanima's only go after murderers." Scott remembers, turning to my twin.
"Last time I checked I haven't killed anyone lately." He scoffs in reply, raising an eyebrow at our werewolf friend.
"Wait." I intercept, gaining the three's attention. "What if Scott's right. It didn't attack us at the mechanic's, it left us alone."
"And it didn't go after Allison and I at the Lahey's house." Scott adds, the gears turning in his mind.
"Yeah but it attacked us at the pool!" Stiles stresses, looking at me sternly.
"Maybe it wasn't trying to attack you, maybe it was trying to keep you in." Scott discovers, a sinking feeling appearing in my gut.
"Okay, why do I feel so violated right now?" Stiles huffs, watching me scuff the toe of my sneakers against the dirt.
"Even if that's all true we still don't know who's protecting him." Allison sighs.
"Okay, I have an idea." Stiles states, sarcasm lacing his tone. "Why don't we kill him."
"No." Scott growls. "When I became a werewolf I didn't know what I was doing and nearly killed people. I had someone to stop me. He has no one."
"That's his own fault." Stiles grumbles, staring at the ground.
"It doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try." Scott states, putting an end to the conversation.
I smirked in amusement.
"Superman or Scott McCall, scientists can't tell."
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I lay on the living room couch, staring up at the white, popcorn ceiling in boredom. Stiles abandoned me for Lydia and left me home by myself, a stupid decision if I do say so myself.
"I am so lonelyyy, so very lonelyyy, o-on my ownnnn-nn." I sing obnoxiously, ignoring the sound of the front door opening as I pour cereal all over the counter by mistake.
