Through the Dark // S.S. [Book One]

Chapter 19

[In case you missed it, Meg's aesthetic is above)

At school the next day, Allison and I meet up with Scott and Stiles in the library, separate sides of a bookshelf. Allison passes a tablet through the shelf for the boys to look at. "It's everything Lydia could translate. And trust me, she was very confused."

Scott nods, looking at it. "Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles says seriously.

I chuckle while Allison frowns with slight uncertainty. "O--oh. Great."

Scott sighs. "Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?"

I shake my head. "Unfortunately, no. However, Stiles, you were right about the murders."

Stiles pumps a fist in the air. "Yes!"

Allison continues reading and summarizing. "It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village--"

"Alright, see?" Stiles interrupts. "So maybe it's not all that bad."

I shoot him a disapproving look as Allison continues, "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted to."

Stiles shakes his head, changing his mind. "All bad, all very, very bad."

Allison nods before continuing, "Here's the thing though. The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be--"

""Until it resolves that in its past which manifested."" Scott reads.

Stiles lets out a small scoff. "Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself."

"What if--It has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Allison says.

"Jackson's adopted?" I question. "What happened to them? His parents?"

Stiles glances to me. "Lydia might know."

Scott frowns. "What if she doesn't know anything?"

Allison shrugs slightly. "Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me or Megara, so--we'll talk to him ourselves."

Stiles narrows his eyes. "I don't like the idea of you talking to Jackson, but you gotta do what you gotta do, I suppose."

"And I have a sword. I can kick his ass. So can Allison."

Scott sighs. "Okay, but seriously, what do I do?"

Allison glances at Scott. "You have a makeup exam, remember? Promise me."

"If he does anything, you run the other way."

"Like Megara said, I can take care of myself."

Scott shakes his head in protest. "Allison, if you or Megara get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything--"

"Like?"

"Anything--Weird or bizarre--anything."

"Anything evil!" Stiles cries as he's pushed back harshly. "Ah--Ow!"

"Let's refrain from hurting him, please." I protest.

As I'm walking off with Allison, Stiles grabs my arm. "Be careful, Meg. Please."