The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Twenty-Four: Spell

Night after night. Book after book. I still didn't find anything on the Kanima that we didn't already know. However, I did find a spell that would let me track the person who was controlling him, that was the good side. The downside, however, was that I needed him unconscious to enter his mind. That was going to be hard, getting near him and knocking him out. I think he's becoming immune to my magic as he's getting stronger and forcing his way through it. Might have to up my game...

Stiles was on his own mission, finding more information about the death's by the Kanima, and to see if they really were murderers. Scott, however, was on Jackson watch, as he needed to keep a close eye on him just to make sure he didn't change...

I held my Grimoire to eye level, as my phone just started to beep, meaning a message. The sounds between call and text were very distinctive. I moved the book from my sights and took my eyes to the middle table that was stationed in-between the sofa. From where I stood, I could see the ID of 'Scott' appear on the screen. I squinted my eyes slightly at the phone, and suddenly the phone began to levitate from the table, until it floated in front of me. I shut the Grimoire and placed it on the table as the phone continued to float in the air. I grabbed the phone and unlocked it, as the message appeared from Scott saying: 'Meet me at the Vets, wanting someone else Derek knows.' The message read. Wonderful. I thought, this was not what I was waiting for. But that means I can tell them about the spell I found.

With that in mind, I grabbed my Grimoire and began my journey to the Vets. This was the job of my car...

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I parked up in a free space in the parking lot of the vets. Luckily, I was here before Derek and Isaac. I got out of the car, grabbing my Grimoire from the passenger side and slamming the car door behind me. I reached the door from the parking lot, Scott walking as I neared the door, like he heard me coming. Well he is a werewolf, so he would have done it. He unlocks the door with the sets of keys, just in time for Derek and Isaac to brace us with their presents. I could smell them from where I stood, and I didn't even turn around to greet them.

"What's he doing here?" Scott had asked Derek, gesturing to Isaac, following him like a lost puppy...

"I need him," was Derek's only response as I entered the front door and into the waiting area of the vets. Derek and Isaac on my tail.

"I don't trust him," Scott states as Isaac passes him and I.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either," Isaac replies with a cocky tone.

"And Derek really doesn't care," Derek states, cutting the wire -so to speak - between the two werewolves. "Now where's the vet? Is he going to help us or not?" Derek finished off as Scott and I moved and lent against the small fence that separated the waiting room and the back room.

"That depends," our gazes went to the eyes of the vet. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?" He states, as his arms were folded and he lent against the frame of the arch way that led into the back.

"Save him,"
"Kill him,"

Scott and Derek said in union. Scott's head turned to Derek faster than anything I've seen, his expression wasn't pleased. "Save him," Scott just stared at Derek and I did the same, but I think he noticed me staring as well. His expression looked defeated and didn't want to argue with Scott. Scott had turned back to face Deaton. "Save him," he states one last time and means it.

With that said, Deaton stopped leaning and went into the back and we all followed. Derek, Isaac and Scott stood behind the metal table as I stood at the left hand-side of Derek, but at the head of the table.