Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Six: Orphaned

Stiles, Derek, Deaton and I were at the Animal Clinic, trying to hold Brett down as he convulsed, a yellow foam emerging from his mouth. 'What the hell's happening to this kid?' Stiles shouted.

'He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane. I need to make an in incision and you need to hold him as still as possible.'

We nodded and Stiles sighed, 'Hey guys, how about a little werewolf strength?'

'Yeah, we're not the only ones here with werewolf strength,' Derek snapped.

'If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him,' Deaton warned us.

Stiles grunted, 'I think he's slipping, I don't think I can hold him!'

The Beta shoved us away from him, running to the exit. He was suddenly stopped when a fist connected with his jaw, knocking him out. Peter smirked, 'I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.'

'Yeah, maybe more than a little,' Derek remarked, staring at him in suspicion.

I knelt next to Brett, placing a hand on his chest. 'Hey, I don't think he's breathing!' I called to Seaton. The veterinarian rushed over, making the incision in the boy's chest. He began to gasp as a cloud of yellow smoke emerged from the cut.

'Is he okay?' I anxiously asked Deaton.

He nodded, 'I think he'll be fine, but he'll probably be out for a while.'

Stiles leaned closer as Brett began to whisper something, 'Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something.'

'The sun... the moon... the truth. The sun... the moon... the truth.'

Deaton sighed, '"Three things cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." It's Buddhist.'

Peter sighed, 'Satomi.'

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Stiles, Lydia and I followed Deputy Parrish into the Sheriff's Station. 'Your dad should be back within the hour. You want to wait in his office?'

'Actually, we want to talk to you,' Stiles said.

'Privately,' Lydia added.

Parrish frowned as he read the sheet of paper, 'This is a hit list?'

I nodded quietly, 'We call it a dead pool. Recognise any of the names?'

'Yeah, the Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night. But we couldn't find any of them.'

Stiles turned to Lydia, 'Show him the other thing.'

She huffed, turning the piece of paper around to show the deputy his own name. 'Okay, that's kind of terrifying. What's the number?'

'That's how much you're worth,' she explained.

'I'm worth five dollars?'

'Five million,' Stiles held five fingers up, as if that was any better.

The deputy's eyes went wide, 'I only make forty-thousand a year. Maybe I should kill myself. I don't get it, why... why am I on this?'

There was a pause before Stiles answered, 'Honestly, that might be a question for another day. Right now, there's still another third of the list we gotta crack.'

'We need the third cipher key, but we need help getting it,' Lydia sighed.

'From who?'

She paused guiltily, 'Meredith.'