Bend The Rules , Stiles Stilinski ² ✓

[ 65 ] make that two calls

"That's if I translated it correctly." said Deaton, "We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor. And besides—even if it's true, that only works for Stiles. That wouldn't work for Aspen—she's already a werewolf, the bite wouldn't do anything."

"And what if Stiles doesn't want it?" Scott pointed out, "He never asked to be a Werewolf!"

"What if it saves his life?" Lydia rebuttled.

"What if it kills him?" said Scott in response, "I've never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something? And, as Deaton said—that doesn't solve the problem of how to save Asp."

"The venom is not going to last long—" Deaton told them warily, "something needs to be done sooner rather than later."

"I can try calling Derek again?" Scott suggested, about to get out his phone before Lydia suggested something different.

"Maybe we should call someone else..."

***

Not long after Scott—very reluctantly—made the phone call, Peter Hale was at the door of the McCall household.

Lydia had suggested calling him since one, he owes her a favour and two, he's the most experienced werewolf out of them all—he should have a better insight.

The Hale man strolled on into the living room, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes scanning the two paralysed nogitsunes who were still silent and still on the couch in the centre of the room. Peter had been called for his opinion on whether giving Stiles the bite could even work, so his focus was mainly on him.

Though, his eyes did occasionally dart to the pale, brunette girl beside him.

"He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a Werewolf." Peter finally broke the silence, announcing his personal view to everyone as he took in Stiles' state.

"You don't think it would work?" Scott asked doubtfully.

"This is more a war of the mind than the body." Peter said lowly, moving around the couch so he stood in front of it, looking at both Aspen and Stiles and their pale, sickly physical states.

"There are better methods to winning this battle." Peter spoke, his eyes darting from Stiles to Aspen, "One that could solve both problems perhaps..."

"What kind of methods?" Deaton asked to Hale man.

Peter then grabbed a hold of Scott's wrist, flicking it outwards to unveil his claws, which made both nogitsune's raise their eyebrows at the same time—amused and curious.

"We're going to get into their heads."

***

"...So, do we have a plan?" Deaton asked everyone but mainly Peter, as he and Lydia returned into the room after a secretive conversation.

Peter walked over to the couch, leaning his hands on the back of it as his eyes darted down to Stiles beneath him,

"Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil-Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real-Stiles..."

Void lifted his eyebrows out of intrigue, his eyes darting to Scott who stood before him.

"...Then, guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious." Peter added to his explanation.