Shattered Wings ⇢ teen wolf // stiles stilinski

Chapter Forty-Eight- Kanima and Tenshi

I can't do it. I can't just abandon Stiles. We both just got beat up by an old man. An old man with a sword that cuts you in half though.

Oh shit. Scott.

Calling Scott...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Isabel? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Gerard let us go."

"Where's Stiles? Is he alright?"

"We're both fine. What are you up to?"

"Trying to save Jackson. He's alive, but the kanima he was before was just a beta form. Listen, I'm glad you're alright, but I really have to go. Talk later?"

I sighed, "Talk later."

And then I hung up, and U-turned, driving to the Stilinski residence.

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I knocked on Stiles' bedroom door. His dad had let me in. I covered the bruises on my face with concealer, and I told him I noticed Stiles was gone so I had gone searching for him and forgot to tell someone.

"Dad I said I'm fine." I heard a muffled voice.

I rolled my eyes and knocked again.

"Dad, I said I'm-" The door opened and he stopped once he saw me.

"Your dad let me in." I stated awkwardly.

"He did? Oh. Yeah. Of course he did." He pointed in the hall.

"Is your face doing okay?" I muttered, disappointed in myself.

"Don't worry about it. Uh, I'm fine." He smiled, standing at the doorway.

After a couple moments of me looking down at the floor, "Do you-- wanna come in?" He asked, pointing to his room.

I swallowed, walking inside, right past him. I stood in the center of the room as he shut his door.

I took a couple deep breathes and felt a tear appear in my eyes.

"How are you doing?" He asked from behind me.

"I called Scott. I don't know what he's doing. He's glad we're okay. He said he's trying to save Jackson." I said with a small voice.

"That's nice, I guess." He replied walking up to me.

I rubbed my eyes, "We gotta do something to help. I mean, I can't do anything besides worry and I hate it."

He grabbed my hand and we sat on the edge of his bed.

"We don't have claws, or superhuman strength. I don't think we can fight this battle with them." Stiles said in a monotone voice.

Strength isn't everything. Wisdom is power. A voice echoed in my mind.

I stood up, "We can do something."

"Oh yes, we can say sarcastic comments until the kanima claws us to death. That'll help." Stiles said sarcastically.

"The kanima side of Jackson is a mistake, right? He was meant to turn into a werewolf, but because of his past, he turned into that."

"Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.

I turned around to look at him, "Something has to be able to turn him back."

"How would we find that? Lydia translated the beastiary and it said nothing of how to do that." He looked up at me.