Bad meets Evil (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 8

*Tap. Tap.*

What the hell is that.!?! Maybe if I ignore it it'll go away. 

*Tap. Tap.*

Seriously. What the hell. I was brought out of my deep slumber by a slight rustling noise. I groaned internally and got out of my bed quietly. I padded across the room to my dresser getting out my Swiss Army knife. What. You can't just wolf out on anything. I leaned against my door looking out in the hallway. I see a shadow move in the living room. In one swift motion I threw the knife. 

"Ow.! What the hell.!"

I flicked the light on to see the last person I wanted to see. 

"What the hell are you doing here." I said roughly gabbing the knife out of their shoulder. 

"Carefull." They groaned rubbing where the knife was. 

"I'm losing my patience." I said folding my arms across my chest. 

"Yea well your not the only one."

"What's that suppose to mean."

"Times running out Raven."

"And yet I still have time."

"Time that your wasting. If you don't get your shit together we're gunna have to take matters into our own hands."

"Ha.! Like you can do better. Look I still got time, it'll get done. I just got some business to take care of."

"Does it have anything to do with this so called Kanima that's running around killing people or personal matters.??" 

"Oh you know me so well."

"Just don't forget the real reason your here."

"Yea. Yea. Yea. Now get out. So I can get back to my beauty sleep." I ushered them out the front door.

I don't need to be known as the weirdo girl that has people climbing to my balcony. I seriously do need to get back to my beauty sleep.  Sadly I just don't wake up this gorgeous. I know unbelievable riight.?? But it's true. 

"Soooo. What is the plan again.??" I asked.

Me, Derek and Isaac are on our way to meet Scott at the Vets. Apparently Scott has a plan. Great. We're gunna listen to a beta.  What can possibly go wrong. Oh wait everything. 

"I don't know. All I know is Scott wanted to meet at the Animal clinic. Apparently his boss can help us." Derek said annoyed. 

Ah. Dr. Deaton. Such a good guy. He's been a family friend for years.  

We pulled up to the clinic. Walking to the back door. Scott came and unlocked it. 

"Why'd you bring him.??" Scott groaned referring to Isaac. 

"Because I need him." Derek said in a duh tone. I sighed heavily rolling my eyes. 

"I don't trust him." Scott glared. 

"Well he doesn't trust you either." Isaac shot back. 

"And Derek doesn't really care."

"And Raven is gunna beat the shit out of all you if you don't shut up.!" I snapped. Boys can be so immature I swear. 

"Where's this guy that's suppose to be helping us." Derek growled. 

"That depends. Your friend Jackson, are we planning to kill him, or save him.??" Deaton asked making an entrance.