We've all got an emotional beating in life from someone or the other at some point of our life, it's the worst thing ever, but it makes you a better and stronger person in ways you can't even imagine.
And then one fine day, you will meet someone who...
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"Oh, my God." Scott and I said frightened as Stiles appeared behind us in front of a club, where we tracked the Kanima to be.
I had been to this club with Danny before when he was going through breakups. It was a gay club but I think it would be fun if I didn't tell that to Scott and Stiles.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," Stiles quickly said, "Did you see where he went?"
"We lost him." I stated.
"What? Couldn't catch his scent?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't think he has one." Scott pointed out.
"All right, any clue where he's going?" Stiles wondered.
"To kill someone." Scott muttered.
"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now. What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." Stiles said making me snicker.
"Just help me find it." Scott answered.
"Not 'it'. Jackson." I chimed in.
"Yeah, I know. I-I know." He replied.
"All right, but does he know that? And did anybody else see him at back your house?" Stiles asked.
"I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway." I told them.
"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Scott asked.
"I don't know." I replied.
"Maybe it's like an either-or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by it's own venom, right? When's the Kanima not the Kanima?" Stiles questioned.
"When it's Jackson." I realized.
Stiles nudged me looking up. I looked up as well, seeing the Kanima on the roof of the club.
