Fervent | D. Hale [ON HOLD]

vii.

meeting Miguel
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Stiles Stilinski

I was getting ready for lunch, less than twelve hours after Ana's Fast and Furious moment when Scott came barreling over towards me, panic washed over his face.

I frowned. "Okay, we have a big problem."

I smiled sarcastically, "Well, good morning to you, too."

"Jackson knows about me."

I'm sure my mouth was opened wide, my eyes like saucers while I gasped at my best friend. "What? A-Are you kidding?"

He shook his head with a frown, "No! He came up to me, threatening me.. He wants the bite."

I couldn't wrap my mind around this.

Jackson Whittemore- the biggest douche bag in town knows about Scott..

He could completely out him to the Argents.

He could ruin Scott's life..
Or end it..

"H-How did he find out?"

He shrugged, "Hell if I know."

"Oh, this is not good. So not good." I rambled while rubbing my face "What if he tells Argent? He'll go straight for you."

Scott nodded in agreement, still panicked.

"Did he say the word?" I asked.

He frowned, confused. "What word?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, giving him a look, "The word." I pressed, not wanting to say it very loud.

Scott still didn't follow. "What word, Stiles?"

I gave him an annoyed look and sighed, "Werewolf, Scott. Did he say it?"

"No, but he made it pretty freaking clear!"

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Third Person

Anatalia hadn't seen Derek all day.

He made her leave last night, saying he needed to be alone and needed to think.

She didn't agree right off the bat.