LYCANTHROPY 》𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓀𝒾

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Allison pulls her car to the curb in front of the Martin home and turns to Lydia that night. We had offered to take her home after she was very distressed. "I need you to promise you won't say anything about what just happened," Allison told Lydia.

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you can tell me what the hell just happened." Lydia pleaded, looking at Allison and I.

Allison gives me a look quickly before turning to Lydia again. "It's kind of complicated," I spoke.

"How about you start with why Derek was there? Where Jackson went? What was wrong with Erica?" Lydia questioned us. Allison struggled in silence, and I stayed quiet. "Need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?"

"Part of the reason I'm asking is that Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other. Okay?" Allison told her. "So it's better if you keep what you know to yourself."

"Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend—which is nothing—to myself." Lydia snapped. I could feel her hurt, jealousy, and disappointment. I felt awful as I sink back into the passenger seat.

Opening the door, she tries to get out, but Allison grabs her, pulling her back. "He's not just my boyfriend. You get that, right?" Allison asked her.

"Let me go," Lydia demanded.

"Can you try for one second to remember—"

"Remember what?" Lydia asked, cutting her off.

"What it feels like. All the times in school when you see him down the hall and you can't breathe until you're with him. Or in class when you can't stop looking at the clock because you know he's standing out there waiting. Don't you remember how that feels?" Allison asked softly.

"No." Lydia coldly spoke.

"What do you mean no? You've had boyfriends." I pointed out to her.

"None like that." She whispered. She pulls free. Without another look back, she gets out and slams the door shut.

I sink into my chair, watching my friend walk up her driveway. "I feel so guilty."

"Me too." Allison frowned.

"I wonder how the boys are doing with tracking Jackson." I wondered aloud as Allison pulls out of the driveway once we knew Lydia had reached her house safely.

"Last thing I heard was that they were going to a club." Allison informed me and I let out a huh sound.

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"This is where you're keeping him?" I asked Stiles as soon as I got to the woods. There was a police van with a very angered Jackson inside.

"Yeah, it's the best plan we've got," Stiles responded. "Thanks for coming over last minute." I had him over some food I had made up for Jackson, a couple of sandwiches. We head towards the van. "Okay, I brought you some food—"

Two hands snap out, fingers grasping for his throat. Stiles leans back just out of Jackson's reach as he swipes at him. Gasping from exertion, he finally lowers his chained hands. I growled protectively, stepping in front of Stiles.

Jackson glares at both of us. "Let me out. Now."

Stiles took a seat at a safe distance while I stood. "You know, I put those pants on you. One leg at a time. Being up close and personal with your junk was not exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. We're doing you a favour."

"This is doing me a favour?" Jackson snapped.

"Yes. You're killing people. To death. And until we figure out how to stop you, you're staying in here. Now do you want ham and cheese or the turkey club?" Stiles offered him a sandwich.