𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 [discontinued]

i can't help anymore [forty-five]

𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles frantically asks. Brett laid on the metal examination table in the animal clinic, squirming and seizing. Deaton hovered over the boy with a scalpel, "He's been poisoned with a rare form wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."

"Derek, how 'bout a little werewolf strength?" Stiles says.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with extra strength," Derek shoots back and gestures towards Scott and Seline.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision can kill him," Deaton tells them.

"Move," Seline says, "all of you. I'm going to use my magic to hold him down since you guys can't do it."

All of them move back and Seline mutters a spell holding Brett's body in place. Deaton hurriedly cuts an incision in Brett's chest. The boy gasps for air as a yellow mist plummets out of his chest.

"Is he going to be okay?" Seline asks, lifting the spell after seeing the boy unconscious.

"I think so," Deaton answers, "he'll probably be out for a while though."

Small mumbles fall from Brett's lips. Stiles leans forward slightly, "Guys, I think he's saying something."

Everyone listens to Brett's mumbles. "The sun... the moon... the truth."

"Felice told me to use that saying whenever I felt like I was panicking," Seline says looking up from the unconscious boy, "Three things that can't be hidden. It's Buddhist, or that's what Fel told me."

"Well, well, well," A sinister voice calls out, "Look around you. You have no self-control, do you?"

The woman looked up, tears falling from her eyes. It was the same as every other day. She would black out once she went into town and then wake up surrounded by dead bodies.