The Shining ¥ Teen Wolf

twenty-nine

"Because, Scott," Stiles stressed, "something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting out asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nut job. Winnie's been drawing crazy things that are, in fact, our imminent and horrible future. And if on top of all of that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

Although wincing at the end picture, Jake respected the message.

Scott quickly stood up, his eyes wide as he looked across the pool. "Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?" questioned Stiles.

"Because Jackson's here."

Jake's eyes shot open, he and the others watching the buff figure in plaid walk into the party. "Lizard dude Jackson?"

"That's the one," Stiles murmured as they all kept their eyes on the preppy Whittemore.

Lydia turned over her shoulder, walking up to Jackson with a soft smile as she handed him a drink. "Glad you could make it." She backed off, going back to the punch bowl.

Jackson met gazes with the alarmed trio staring at him, his expression rather deadly. He raised the glass to his lips, taking a big sip without wavering.

At the punch bowl, Lydia mindlessly ladle out the concoction from the fountain into glasses. She smiled to herself as she did so, scooping through the punch decorated with flowers.

Pretty purple flowers

Wolfsbane for all.

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Howls echoed through the abandoned train station that the wolves had taken shelter in. The walls of the derailed car shook with vicious growling from Erica and Boyd.

Both betas were already chained up at the opposite end of the train car, screaming their way through their first shift.

Isaac sat down in a seat within the car, Derek meeting him with the restraints to keep him down. He gritted his teeth, pain and bloodlust coursing through his body. "How do you not feel this?"

Derek was kneeled in the aisle, chaining his beta down. "I feel every second of it."

"Then how do you control it?" Isaac asked as his arms were secured to the arm rests.

"Find an anchor," Derek told him. "Something meaningful to you. Bind yourself to it. Keep the human side in control."

Isaac leaned his head back on a metal beam, trying to force his impulse and anger down and down and down. "What is it for you?"

Derek hesitated to answer, securing Isaac to keep him from breaking free. "Anger. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody."

Isaac had to keep breathing deeply, "You mean Scott?"

"Yeah," Derek halfly replied. He tugged on the latches, making sure they were secure. "Alright, that should do it."

Isaac's blood flooded with sudden rage, yanking his arm.

The panel the chains were locked to ripped off the back of the bench in front of him.

Derek raised his eyes to Isaac, catching a wild glimpse in his own. He turned his head, finding both Erica and Boyd with claws and fangs staring him down.

The moon had reached its peak.

The entire sub car seemed to suffer an earthquake, screams of pain and unwelcome shifts.