" I know people are temporary...
..but can you be permanent?"
Stiles-a boy who's sarcastic
Olivia-a girl who's also sarcastic as hell and mentally unstable most of time.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.
People fear what they do not k...
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Chapter twenty✓
"Scott and Derek are werewolves."
"Yes."
"And Kate Argent was a werewolf."
"Hunter. That's — purple is a hunter." Stiles quickly pointed to the chess board that he used to explain the system of the supernatural here at Beacon Hills.
"Along with Allison's father." Cora piped up from the bed watching the two talk back and forth.
"Yeah, and my friend, Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?" The Sheriff looked at his son who was restlessly playing with his hands.
"No, he's a druid." Olivia said, moving her eye's from the floor for the first time in a while. Her eyes had started to become heavy once more, even more tempting to just let them close and drift off to some land that wasn't this hell hole. It's been a solid ten minutes of explaining and questioning, then back to being confused. Olivia couldn't blame him though. Hearing this for the first time sounds like your son is just playing some sort of prank and you didn't feel like humoring him.
"So, who's the Kanima?" Noah curled a brow at Stiles.
"Jackson." He replied simply.
"No, Jackson's a werewolf."
The two were arguing like two five year olds, debating if Superman could beat batman. It just made her head ache a little bit more each time.
Stiles sighed, "Jackson was the Kanima first and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf."
"Who's the Da-Rock?" Noah miss pronounced the word and Olivia took the opportunity presented.
"Dwayne Johnson." Olivia snickered.
Noah looked over at her and gave a small tired smile while Olivia thought she was a genius and grinning stupidly to herself.
"I-it's the Darach." Stiles corrected, casting Olivia a side glance that could easily be translated to: shut up.
"We don't know yet." Cora interrupted the tension. "But he was killed by werewolves."
"Slashed up and left for dead." Stiles added, which most likely was not aiding the situation by the look on his fathers face. Anger, disappointment — you name it, was painted amongst himself, not even attempting to hide it.
"We think." both Cora and Olivia said at the same time, looking at one another for a slight second.
The Sheriff leaned back into his chair and sighed. "Why was Jackson the Kanima?" He asked after a few seconds of silence.
