Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

twenty four ; necessary consumption of evil

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TWENTY FOUR;

NECESSARY CONSUMPTION OF EVIL

"Scott and Derek are werewolves."

"Yes."

"And Kate was a werewolf."

"Hunter. The purple is hunter."

"And a bitch."

Sage had been the one to add the ending comment, interrupting the slow process of explaining to Sheriff Stilinski what the fuck was happening in his town. Stiles was patient, kind of, while Sage sat down next to her boyfriend with her head in her hands, refraining from flipping the whole chess board over. She wasn't as patient as Stiles. Everyone glanced over at Sage, who only feigned a look of innocence as she rubbed her face, figuring she might as well try again. "Kate was a hunter, along with Allison and her father."

"Great," Sheriff muttered, just before moving to stare in between Stiles and Sage. "And, Sage, you're a Darach?"

Sage flinched at the accusation, knowing that it was just Sheriff confusing things. Still, she couldn't help but feel slightly worse about the idea of that; she'd been down that road before and it's not a pretty one. In fact, it's a road with bus flares and a shitty motel where she almost burned herself and her best friends alive. Again, not a road she wanted to go down.

"Uh, not exactly," Sage disagreed. "I'm a druid, hypothetically speaking."

Sheriff gaped at her. "Then my friend, Deaton, the veterinarian, is the Kanima."

"What?" Stiles asked, his eyebrows raised. "No. No, he's a druid like Sage. We think."

"So, who's the Kanima?"

Sage huffed out, blowing a bit of her bangs back. "Jackson."

"No, Jackson's a werewolf," Sheriff argued, pointing towards the chess piece that Sage had messily scribbled Jackson's name on, adamant on his belief that Jackson was a supernatural creature of the night.

"Jackson was a Kanima first," Sage started.

Stiles found himself finishing her sentence. "Then, Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf."

"Now, he's in London," she chimed, pursing her lips as she realized how lunacy herself and the teenage boy beside her were beginning to sound. Cora wouldn't even intrude on their shitty explanation, too afraid to open her mouth.

Sheriff frowned deeply. "If Sage isn't the Darach, then who is?"

"We don't know yet," Sage replied, other rather grumbled, out.

"But it was killed by werewolves."

Stiles huffed out. "Slashed apart and left for dead."

"We think," Sage added, realizing that there had been one too many of those in this conversation so far. She had absolutely no idea if Sheriff even believed a single word coming out of her and Stiles' mouths, knowing perfectly well that if two people came up to her and interrupted her oblivion, she would be more lost than Alice in Wonderland. At this point, if she were using terms like that, Stiles was the Mad Hatter and she was just mad.

The Sheriff contemplated the knew information, trying to take in the fact that his son's girlfriend was a druid, his son's best friend was a werewolf, his son's former enemy is now a werewolf but a former kanima, and overall, the growing fact that all of this shit actually exists in his town. He just couldn't.