The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Twenty ꕥ

Scott and I stand in the locker room after our morning practice. Scott stares at me with wide eyes, "She ate the liver?" 

I groan, "No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." Lydia had been causing trouble all night last night. Apparently now she is participating in grave robbing. "And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." I shrug. 

"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott mutters, his face clearly showing how deep in thought he was. 

"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control. Actually, wait - hold on." I yelp when I realize how we can use Scott as a template, "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you." 

"What do you mean?" Scott questions. 

"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" I ask, throwing my hands out in front of me. 

Scott sighs dreamily, "Allison."

"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" I ask, fighting the urge to smack him upside the head.  

"Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you and Hetha." 

I frown, not understanding what he was getting at, "Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson." My eyes widen as I turn towards the resident asshole who stands at the back of the locker room talking to Danny. 

"Let's go!" Coach yells, "I have an announcement. Gather round. Quicker! Danny, put a shirt on. Stilinski, that means you!" I roll my eyes and walk over to coaches office where the rest of the player have gathered. 

"Let's go, gather round. Listen up. Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's two sick girls, roaming around, one is totally naked." The guys in the classroom whoop and I clench my jaw trying not to lash out at them, "Now, it's supposed to get below 40 degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked - I lost a testicle to exposure. Now, I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girls. So police are organizing search parties for tonight. Sign up, find a missing girl, you get an automatic 'A' in my classes." 

The team runs up to the board and I cross my arms over my chest, not happy about how anxious most of them are. The idea of any of them finding Hetha makes my blood run cold. Instead of walking to the sign up board Scott and I storm at Jackson. 

"We need you help." Scott starts, "We think Lydia is looking for you in the woods." 

Jackson arrogantly shrugs, "If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" 

"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be... you know, turning." Scott whispers, glancing around the room. 

Jackson snorts, "Turning?" 

"Yeah. Turning." 

I fight the urge to smack Jackson as he questions, "Into..?"  

"A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass?" I groan, leaning my head on the locker next to me. 

"Well, I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help." 

Scott throws him a confused glare, "What do you mean?" 

"Oh, God, you've got it all backwards, McCall." Jackson arrogant voice explains, "When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a set of real claws? Heh. I mean haven't you seen what Hetha does, Stilinski?"