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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE DREAD DOCTORS ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Elena follows the banshee and the werecoyote into school as Lydia held up a book that Malia had found in Tracy Stewart's bedroom yesterday. "The Dread Doctors by T.R McCammon," The strawberry blonde reads, handing the huntress the book which had the three men in all metal on the cover.
"So that's what they are called," Elena mumbles, staring down at the book before giving it back to the banshee. Lydia takes it, staring down at the cover before cocking her head to the side. "What?" The huntress questions, noticing the Martin girl's sudden face change.
Lydia shakes her head, "I don't know. There's something about it. Has anyone actually read it yet?" She questions, looking back at her friends as they continue to walk down the school's hallway.
"Just me, and I didn't understand any of it," Malia informs the two, causing Elena to laugh slightly at her response.
"We should probably all read it," The strawberry blonde tells the two, leading them to her locker, so she can grab her books for her next class.
Malia nods, "Kira's working on that." The three girls finally make it to the banshee's locker, Elena leans her back against the locker next to them while the werecoyote stands beside her. "Stiles says he can't find anything on the author. He thinks it's a pen name," The Tate girl adds, earning a nod from her friends in agreement with the Stilinski boy.
The huntress looks down at the book, flipping it over to see the summary on the back,"In a small New England town, teenagers are taken in the night and buried alive. Days later they emerge transformed, wreaking havoc and spreading terror commanded by an ancient order of parascientist known only as the Dread Doctors."
"Sounds vaguely familiar," Lydia mumbles after hearing the Calavera girl read the description.
The banshee turns her head to look at the werecoyote, "How does it end?"
"It doesn't," Malia answers, shrugging her shoulders as she spoke. "This is supposed to be volume one," She tells them, earning an eye roll from the Calavera girl.
"Oh, let me guess, there is no volume two?" Elena says, her tone filled with annoyance that the author didn't continue the story.
Malia steps forward, her eyes looking between her two friends before speaking, "I think we're living volume two."
"Then maybe the real question is, is this a novel or someone's prediction?" Lydia mumbles, making an uneasy feeling appear in Elena's stomach.
