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chapter nineteen you can't trick the trickster
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TWO DAYS.
Stiles had been missing for two days. And it had been the longest two days of Odessa Stone's life. At least it felt that way for her. And everyone around her knew it, they just didn't understand why. And she supposed it was her own fault. She hadn't told anyone about her research and what she had learned, but that all needed to change, starting today.
Her connection with Stiles almost felt unexplainable. She couldn't put it into words. It was like her body was trying to tell her what was happening to him without actually knowing what was happening to him. When Derek had told her and Scott what he and the others were thinking, she couldn't believe it at first.
They thought that Stiles was now the nogitsune. A dark fox spirit that was ruthless, heartless and cruel, now had in its clutches the most humane person there was. Odessa didn't know what to think of it, and if she were being honest, she didn't want to think of it.
If Stiles really was now in the possession of the nogitsune, things were starting to be put into perspective for Odessa. She already had a hunch as to why she reacted differently with the oni. Now she just needed to fill Scott in. And she didn't know why, but she was nervous. The blonde couldn't help it. She didn't want her problems to overshadow the big problems they were facing as a pack, but even with that thought, she knew she couldn't keep what she had learned about herself a secret any longer.
Making up her mind, Odessa made her way to Scott's room, knocking on his door lightly. She peaked her head into his room, and sighed silently in relief that he was dressed for the day, "can I talk to you," she asked, getting straight to the point. If she was going to tell him, she needed to do it before she chickened out.
With furrowed brows at her serious tone, Scott nodded mutely, gesturing for her to sit on his bed with him.
Sitting down, Odessa only kept her head down, watching her fingers chip at the simple pale pink color she had applied to her nails a week ago. the blonde swallowed the nervousness, taking a sharp inhale, and started with, "I haven't been completely honest with you."
Scott didn't jump to conclusions inwardly, only watching her, "what do you mean?"
"Ever since we found out what I am... I've been up most nights doing research—reading about what an Ember is and what I can really do," she could feel her chest becoming lighter and heavier at the same time at her finally telling someone, but still felt that familiar nagging still weighing on her, "one of the abilities I have is forming a personal and emotional connection to the people around me who are important to me. The two most prominent are you and Stiles..."
