"They call me Est Albus Lupus, the White Wolf. My job is to protect the pack, to heal the pack and to fight for it. I'm one of the strongest being out there and the last of my kind. With me the Alpha will be unstoppable, that's why he want me, but i...
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Hurrying down the corridor for their next class, Stiles whispers to Scott and Amelia.
"I only found one thing online called the Kanima. A werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers." Stiles said.
Amelia raised her eyebrow, "That thing wasn't a jaguar." She said.
"And I'm not exactly a murderer." Stiles said.
"Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead." Scott said making Amelia look at him weird while Stiles scoffed.
"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this friendship."
The three of them walk into class, Scott and Stiles sat down next to each other while Amelia sat down behind Stiles.
Not long after Jackson walked and sat down next to her.
"Hey, testicle left and right, dog." Jackson whispered to them making Amelia shoot him a look.
"What the hell's a Kanima?" Jackson asked making Scott and Stiles spin back to Jackson in panic.
But before they can respond Coach slams a book against his desk.
"All right, listen up! A quick warning before we begin our review- some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult- I'm not even too sure I could pass it! Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh?"
Hands go up around the boys and Amelia as they continued their surreptitious conversation.
"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson asked them.
Stiles chuckled dryly, "I'm familiar with the sensation."
"Wait- why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?" Scott asked.
"How should I know?" Jackson asked defensively.
"Wait, do they think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked.
Jackson shrugged "I don't know! All I heard was her name and something about chemistry."
"Jackson!" Coach suddenly yelled making them jump "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?" He asked.
Jackson have to quickly think of something.
"Just an undying admiration for my Coach." Jackson said with a charming smile.
"That's really kind of you. Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else?"
Scott leaned in to talk to Amelia and Stiles "How do we know it's not her?" Scott asked.
"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And, when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see fifty percent evil. All right, maybe sixty. You know, but no more than forty on a good day!" Stiles explained.
