Wolf's Bane, Part III

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"This is going to be impossible, you know?" Scott says as we're walking into school the next morning.

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles clearly doesn't get it.

"How?" Scott furrows his eyebrows. 

"It's easy. You just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace? To see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?'" Stiles smirks.

"You're not helping!" my brother protests.

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles sighs.

"She won't talk to me," Scott admits. "How am I gonna get it? What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you ease - that's why you ease back into it, okay?" Stiles stops walking. Scott stares off into space, and I wonder if he's thinking of a plan. "Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace."

"That's not a good idea," I say. 

"Is that Miss Loose-Lips Psychic talking or Emerson?" Stiles demands.

"It's Emerson talking." I narrow my eyes at him. "And Derek is -"

"We're not talking about Derek right now." Stiles shakes his head. I push my lips into a frustrated line.

"Fine. Then, the necklace. I know someone who can get it from Allison." I cross my arms.

"Who?" Stiles looks at me, confused.

"Me!" I say loudly. I look around and lower my voice. "She'll talk to me."

We both turn to look at my brother, who is staring off into space.

"You're thinking about Allison in the shower, aren't you?" Stiles groans.

"Yeah," Scott admits.

"Guys! Seriously?" I whine, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Stay focused, okay? We get the necklace, you get the Alpha, you get cured, you get Allison back - in that order, got it?" Stiles says. "And you -" He turns to me. "Stop telling people about your abilities, stop hanging around Derek, once we get the Alpha, we'll figure out if he's one of the good guys or not, alright?"

"I told one person, Stiles," I sigh, preparing to argue. 

"Fine. Don't tell anyone else." He turns and walks away before I can reply. 

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