"Thanks for driving us home." Phoebe said as the three of us walked inside our room. "If I'm being honest, Malia sort of scares me."
I hear Allison softly chuckle as I walk to sit on the side of my bed that faced the closet. "It's no problem, really."
It's quiet for a moment until Phoebe clears her throat. "Well--uh, I'm gonna warm up leftovers since we missed dinner so I'm gonna...yeah okay." She stammered before I heard her walk out of the room.
I look down at my hands, seeing that they had dried blood smears along with the mercury that horribly stained my clothes.
I feel the bed sink next to me. "I know you avoided Stiles when he tried to talk to you," Allison spoke up, placing her hand on my knee. "but you're my friend. We can tell each other anything, remember?"
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"I broke my promise." I rasped out as I fiddled with my jacket sleeves. "I promised that I'd always protect her but I-I..." I begin to choke up which causes me to stop to take a deep breath, wiping my tears that were threatening to fall. "I had to hurt her so she would snap out of it."
"You didn't have a choice from what Malia explained. She could've killed Lydia's mom and whoever else helped her, like the rest of your family." I look up and see she already had been staring. "I'm sure Tracy understood."
"If I had been faster, smarter with how I could've made her snap out of it, she would still be alive. It's all my fault."
"Don't blame yourself for what you couldn't control." She sternly said.
"I just miss her." She doesn't say another word but simply wraps her arms around me, pulling my body close for a hug. "Why am I always the one to witness someone die in front of me?"
"I wish I could tell you." She rubbed circles around my back. "But in the end, you'll always have me to talk to."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Uh, guys?" We heard Phoebe call from downstairs. "We have company."
Allison and I pull away from each others embrace but I furrowed my brows in confusion. "I don't think we were expecting anyone."
"Come on." Allison said and we quickly leave the room, carefully going down the stairs.
We turn the corner that led to the dining room and my brows furrow in confusion, seeing Deaton stood in front of our table with a duffle bag placed on top while Phoebe casually continued to eat her mac and cheese.
"Sorry to come in without calling but I figured since you were the one who knew Tracy," Deaton started as he unzipped the bag. "I wanted to come to you first before I went to Scott's."
"What's in the bag?" Allison hesitantly asked.
Deaton pulls out a glass jar and inside were the talons from the werewolf who attacked Scott at the school. "A werewolf with the talons of an eagle. Possibly a shape-shifter, known in eastern mythology as a Garuda." He places the jar on the table and pulls out another jar. "Tracy's claws. The unmistakable claws of a werewolf." My heart clenches at the name but I feel Allison interlace her hand with mine, giving it a small squeeze in comfort. Deaton places the second jar on the table and pulls out another jar but this time had the patches of scales. "But...a werewolf who also bears the venom and the scales of a Kanima."
