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The future is never set in stone, you may think your future is going one route but then one choice changes everything. One decision can change everything in people's lives, even the people not involved. One night can change everythin...
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Chapter Eighteen 🦎 Frenemy 🦎
Stiles and Sawyer ran up to Scott, who was peaking around the corner of a nightclub, making him jump and turn around. "Sorry- I'm sorry. You see where he went?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed and shook his head, "I lost him." He said. "You couldn't catch his scent?" Sawyer asked and Scott looked at her, "I don't think he has one."
"All right, any clue where he's going?" Stiles asked, "To kill someone." Sawyer said and Scott nodded in agreement. "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Stiles said sarcastically, making both Sawyer and Scott raise their eyebrows at him, "What? Guys, come on. I'm one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone- sarcasm is my only defense!" He said and Sawyer nodded slightly.
"Just help me find it."
"Not 'it'- Jackson."
"Yeah, I know. I-I know"
"All right, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Sawyer asked and Scott sighed and shook his head, "I don't think so. And he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott said. "Yeah, but that's just the thing- how did he pass the test?" Stiles asked and Scott just shook his head, "I don't know."
