As the lines between good and evil were blurred and new, unlikely alliances were formed, there were very few things keeping Carson Bradley sane. But sometimes, even sanity was not enough to win a war when there was already so much blood raining down...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE A CHANCE AT NORMALITY
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"So let me get this straight, Peter Hale is alive?" Stiles practically screeched as we sped down the road to Lydia's house.
"Yes, Stiles. I've said it five times. Peter freaking Hale is alive and well and trying to crack lame jokes."
"How—"
"He didn't say," I shrugged. "All I know is that he has a plan on how to take Jackson down."
From Scott's texts, it would appear that Jackson was still alive and well. Like able to move around. I got a few more texts from him about goo covering him and Argent being on our side for right now. I had no idea what made Allison's dad have a change of heart but right now I didn't really care.
"So Jackson died but now he's not dead?" Stiles asked.
I shrugged. "Apparently everyone's resurrecting around here. Maybe they can bring Taylor's goldfish back so he can stop bitching about it."
My boyfriend let out a snort. "And why are we getting Lydia?"
"Something about her being the one person Jackson had a real connection to," I murmured, reading through the last few texts. "Like, I know he was an ass to her, but she's capable of thawing his frozen heart."
"That sounds like a tagline for a movie," Stiles replied.
I shrugged. "Maybe I can go into tagline work, who knows. All I know is that we need to get Lydia and get rid of this bitch ass kanima once and for all."
"Do you think Jackson's gonna die?" he asked me.
I shrugged. "I have no idea. I hope not. I mean, I hate the kid but he used to be one of my best friends when we were younger. I don't want to see him dead twice in one night."
Stiles nodded. "It should be fine. I mean Peter and Derek wouldn't ki—wait what am I saying? Of course they would kill him. They're Hales," he muttered to himself as he started slowing down a bit.
I looked out the window, the moon staring right back at me. It wasn't completely full but it was still bright and huge, gleaming at me evilly. The moon was such a problem these days. Something that had been once seen as beautiful was merely a hunk of rock in space that turned my friends into raging lunatics with fangs.
The second Lydia's big house came into view, I sighed in relief. All I would have to do is jog up the drive and convince her of the life and death matter at hands. But apparently it was going to be easier than I thought.
My eyes locked on something standing at the end of her long driveway. Lydia was there, hugging her arms to her body, eyes flickering around carefully. Her head turned to the jeep as it pulled up beside her. I raised an eyebrow, before rolling down the window.
