THE KEEPERS - Teen Wolf FanFic- (temporary hiatus)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏

Seeing the other leaving, David approached Morrell under Scott's gawked face, he bent in front of her and pulled the cane from the woman's shoulder. He looked at it for a moment, "you'll live. It didn't touch anything important."

When Scott asked her to tell them what she knew about Jennifer, she only told them they needed to find the Nemeton.

(...)

"David and I have been studying the currents. The place where she sacrificed them, it's not the same place where their bodies were found." Chris explained.

They were looking over the map with a blue light, going through the places where the sacrifices were made, when Stiles mentioned she wouldn't use the same place twice, unless she failed, which took them back to the only failed sacrifice, Deaton, on the bank's vault. And so, it was decided, they would go to the bank.

(...)

While the Argents got ready, Chris checking different fire guns and Allison a couple of gigantic daggers, Alistair was standing next to Stiles while checking his arrows and the small daggers he had on his sleeves, ankles, pant legs and waist. Stiles only had a gawked and deeply perturbed look in his eyes, watching everyone.

"I thought you were retired." Stiles couldn't help but comment.

"Retired, yes. Defenseless, no. Now, be sure to keep your phone on and tell us when Scott reappears." Was Chris's answer.

They heard a sound by the door, Alistair had seen the new visitant first. Isaac stood by the door and said, "I don't know how to shoot or use a crossbow, but, well, I'm getting pretty good with these." And then, he showed his left hand, making his claws appear. Alistair smirked at him, and, when their eyes connected, he winked, making Isaac smile too.

(...)

When it was decided, they took different paths, Stiles would go to school, while the rest went to the vault.

Allison and Isaac were gathering things inside of Chris' car, before he left, the older man stopped Alistair, out of ear reach to the others.

"I know you don't know me, much less trust me, but I need you to do it today."

And Alistair remembered his father's words, "I know this doesn't make any sense now, but, when the time comes, just trust Chris." So, he nodded, giving the man the sign to talk fast.

(...)

The flickering candles casting shadows that danced along the walls, enveloping the dimly lit room in an otherworldly glow. Arranged meticulously in a perfect circle on the floor, their flames were the sole source of illumination, casting a soft, ethereal light that accentuated the silence and solitude. Within the center of this mystical portrait, Michelle sat, her hands gently resting on her lap, as she whispered incantations into the hushed air.

Each word uttered, carrying the weight of her desires and intentions, resonated with an air of determination and longing. She sought to tap into the realm of the spirits, to establish a fleeting connection that would grant her audience and guidance. It was a daunting task, for Michelle had no ancestral lineage to draw upon, no familiar spirits to lend their wisdom. She stood on her own.