Little Wolf (The Youngest Sequel)

Chapter Dix

3rd P.O.V

The jeep rushed through the empty road as the two teen wolves were debating on where to head with their 'guest', while the cub was just playing with a doll, talking to it in the backseat.

"Uh, what about your house?" Stiles asked

"Not with my mom there." Scott immediately said. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

Stiles looked deep in thoughts.

"I still say we just kill him." He suddenly said.

"No, Stiles!" Kylie shouted, acting like a mom reprimanding her son. (Which was funny since she was the youngest in the car.

"God, f- Okay, okay. I got an idea." The spazz teen said.

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked.

"By now, don't you think that's a given?" Stiles asked back.

Scott shrugged.

"I was just trying to be optimistic." He said.

"Don't bother." Stiles cut in.

Jackson was glaring out at the chains holding him down when he heard keys moving at the door and it opening a moment later with Stiles and Kylie coming on in. Stiles closed the door after them and went to sit opposite Jackson.

"Okay, I bought you some foo-"

"Let me out now!" Jackson yelled, cutting Stiles off.

Stiles flinched and threw the bag he was holding down.

"You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either." He then ran a frustrated hand across his face before he pointed at him. "You know we're actually doing you a favor."

"This is doing me a favor?" Jackson growled.

"Yes. You're-you're killing people. To death. Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry." he said rolling his eyes and not really meaning it. He then went for the bag and pulled out the sandwiches he picked up. "Now - you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?" He asked as Kylie picked up the food.

But Jackson kept his glare, not answering Stiles' question. "You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" He asked.

Stiles whipped out Jackson's phone as Kylie gently placed a sandwich on Jackson's lap. Reaching for another one for herself.

"Uh, well - not if they don't think anything's wrong." he said holding the screen to Jackson's face so that he could see the text message he sent out to Jackson's dad. "Yeah." He said after seeing the look on Jackson's face.

"Scales?" Jackson asked dully. "Like a fish."

"No, more like a reptile. Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail." Stiles explained.