Scott's Mate (Scott McCall)

Ch. 8

Here is chapter 8 people!

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I struggled to hold Brett down. Yellow stuff was oozing out of his mouth. Stiles and I had brung him to some veterinarian named Deaton. Also Mr. Sexy was here...

"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles asked also struggling to hold him down.

"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane" Deaton said walking around the medal table. "I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible"

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength" Mr. Sexy glared at Stiles. Stiles looked at me with a certain look.

"Don't you think I'm tryin'" I growled. I pushed his shoulders down harder trying to stop his upper body from getting up.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him" Deaton spoke calmly. Brett started gagging and grunting up more yellow stuff. A little drop of it, flew onto my arm. A small scream left my mouth as it burned my skin. Mr. Sexy looked at me confused but I tried holding Brett down the best I could.

"Guys, he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him!" Stiles exclaimed. Brett's eyes started glowing. He looked at me terrified. He pushed Stiles back into a medal cart, Deaton into a wall, and Mr. Sexy into another medal table. Brett grabbed my arm and threw me into Stiles. Stiles was quick to wrap his arms around me, pushing me back from harms way. I swear this dumbass doesn't get I have supernatural healing.

Brett stood up quickly. He looked around trying to find out where to go. He turned around to run but a man came out of no where punching the crap out of Brett, knocking him out cold. He looked up at us, his eyes glowing and ice cold blue.

"I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself" he said. His eyes were back to their normal color. Mr. Sexy looked at him shocked and accusingly.

"Yeah, maybe more than a little" Mr. Sexy said. He looked down at his arm which wasn't healing. I scrunched up my eyebrows together in confusion. Wasn't he a werewolf?

"Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing" Stiles announced. I bended down along with Stiles and Deaton. I held down Brett's shoulders while Deaton cut his chest open with a scalpel. Brett started gasping in breaths. I listened to his heartbeat which was speeding up to normal rate.

"Is he okay?" Stiles asked.

"I think he'll be fine, but he'll probably be out for awhile" Deaton told him. I released Brett's shoulders and ran my hand through my hair.

"Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something" Stiles told us. I focused my hearing on his words. Deaton leaned in closer to understand him.

"The sun, the moon, the truth" I said out loud. Everybody looked at me while I merely shrugged. I just got good hearing.

"Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, and the truth", Deaton said. He looked over Mr. Sexy, "It's Buddhist"

Derek thought for a moment before looking over at the mysterious man. He seemed to be having a flashback before he sighed deeply.

"Satomi" he said.

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The next morning I woke up around ten in the morning. I was able to stay at my own house since the sheriff lives a few houses down. I got up and took a quick shower.