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chapter ten always have a plan b
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"THEY'RE ALREADY here. Aren't they?"
Odessa Stone stepped into view with Scott and Stiles on either side of her. As soon as the three made sure Lydia was safe and sound at her house, they immediately went to Derek's loft to warn him about Ms. Blake. The Hale seemed skeptical at first when hearing their explanation about his, pretty much, girlfriend, but didn't do anything to deny them. The Stone had been watching Stiles carefully. She could practically feel the anxiety and fear rolling off of him, and tried to calm him, even though he refused for her to do it every time.
"So," Ms. Blake started, eyes on the teens, "they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"
"We told him you're the one killing people," Scott interjected.
"Oh, that's right," the woman chuckled, "committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."
Stiles spoke up as a tear ran down his cheek, "where's my Dad?"
"How should I know," Ms. Blake looked to Derek with wide eyes, "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."
The Hale looked to the teens, specifically to the devastated boy, before looking back to his girlfriend, "do you know what happened to Stiles' Father?"
"No."
"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia."
"Lydia Martin," Ms. Blake scoffed at the Beta's accusation, "I don't know anything about that."
"Oh, yeah, 'cause I have this blood on my forehead from a ghost or something," Odessa muttered, still feeling the dried blood she didn't feel like cleaning off. Her head was completely fine due to her healing and the Wolfsbane effects wearing off but the blood was still there. The guilt was still there.
Derek disregarded the blonde's comment, "what do you know?"
"I know that these kids, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story," the teacher defended herself, "and one they can't prove, by the way."
The McCall brought out a glass container, "what if we can?"
"What is that?"
"My boss told me it's a poison and a cure... which means you can use it... and it can be used against you."
