Cursed ☾ TEEN WOLF {2}

Downward Spiral

We arrived at the station, and I could tell Stiles was scared. I sent a text to my dad, maybe Stiles's dad would have an easier time believing us if my dad backed us up. Or he might think we're all crazy, but we didn't know what else to do. Of course that meant he would know all the stuff I've been doing behind their backs.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." I nod, patting Stiles' shoulder. Stiles looks at Scott and I, then takes a deep breath before walking down into his dad's office.

Stiles stopped in the doorway, the three of us looked inside. We didn't see the Sheriff right away, but Jackson sitting down, with his dad standing next to him. Oh hell...

Jackson had this ridiculous smug look on his face, and his dad looked livid.

"Scott, Kara, Stiles..." The Sheriff said looking at us. "Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire."

"That means lawyer." Jackson smirks.

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Thanks to the laws protecting minors, we had a little bit of time alone until Scott and I's parents got here. Meanwhile, Allison finally finished translating the pages of the bestiary.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone is controlling him." Allison's voice comes through the speaker of Scott's phone.

"Or he doesn't remember." Scott says.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asks.

"A fugue state?" Allison says.

"He'd have to forget everything." I said. "The murder, even getting rid of the blood."

"He had help with one thing though." Stiles says. "The video. Someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him." Scott nods.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asks.

"He thinks he's still becoming a WereWolf and that being with Lydia, somehow delayed the whole thing." Stiles says.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison asked.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott says.

"Do you really think he'll even talk to us after what we did?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's us, he'll talk to us." Stiles says confidently.

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"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." The Sheriff read off the terms of the restraining order.

I snuck a glance at the back of the room, Scott's mom glaring at him, and my parents glaring at me. I bit my lip and quickly looked away. Okay, they're really mad.

"What about school?" Stiles asked after a second.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain fifty foot distance." The Sheriff says.

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles asks.

Scott and I both look over to him, giving him an 'are you serious?' look. His dad however looked like he was about ready to punch Stiles.

"I'll just hold it..." Stiles says looking back down. Our parents sign a few documents, then Jackson's father finally leaves the room.

"Do I need to explain to you three how lucky you are he isn't pressing charges?" Stiles dad asks, folding his arms.

"Oh, come on. It was just a joke." Stiles sighs.

"A joke?" The Sheriff scoffs.

"Yes, we didn't think it would be taken that seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here." Stiles goes on and on.

"Okay," He nods. "How exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

"We filled the tank!" Stiles throws his hands up in the air. I lean forward, hiding my face in my hands.

"Lets go, now." I heard my mom say. I look at Stiles and Scott one last time before getting out of the chair slowly. We go out in the hallway, then they stop me.

"I may have been able to cut a deal with Jackson's father, but this is not going unpunished." Mom said with an angry expression. "I mean- what the hell were you thinking?"

"We were trying to help him-" I tried to explain. "Derek was gonna k-"

"Derek? That's why you kidnapped your classmate, and held him prisoner in the middle of the woods!" Dad whisper yelled at me. "That's it. You are done with him and the rest of those wolves-"

"You can't do that-"

"Do not test us, Karaline." Mom says firmly.

"That's not happening." I said with a stand off look. Through the side of my eye, I can see Scott and Stiles at the end of the hallway. Watching the exchange. "Not if you want me to keep lying to Evan."

"This isn't a negotiation, Kara-" Dad said, getting angrier by the minute.

"You're right, it's not." I said fuming. "Because my pack comes first."

I push past them, walking towards the exit.

"Kara!" I hear my dad yelling after me, but I completely ignore them. I had a duty to Derek and the rest of the pack. I wasn't gonna let anyone stop me from protecting my friends.

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I hadn't talked to Derek since the night we almost killed Lydia so I wasn't even sure he wanted to see me. I walked down the steps of the station, hearing the loud clashing from blocks away. I walked in just to see Derek throw Isaac up against the wall. Isaac fell to the ground, panting.

"Is this training or punishment?" I asked.

"Feels like both..." Isaac sighs from the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked almost emotionlessly.

"Are you really mad at me?" I demanded. "There was a chance Lydia was innocent, I couldn't sit by and watch her die."

"Whatever." Derek replies. I look over to Isaac, and he nods, getting up from the floor, and leaving.

"I can't choose." I tell him. "You can't make me choose between you and them, it's not fair."

Derek finally looks at me. But he still says nothing.

"I told you I was loyal to you and this pack, and that's still true, but you can't ask me to forget about Scott and Stiles. They have been my best friends since I was a kid, long before you came into my life." I walked up to him, until we're inches apart from each other. "....Please say something..."

After the longest minute of my life, his face softened. "Okay..." He whispers.

"Okay...." I said confused. "That's it?"

"Yeah." He says softly. "I'm sorry."

Derek looked deeply into my eyes. Bending his neck down, and then pressing his lips firmly against mine. His hand lifted up to caress my neck, and I stood up on my tip toes running my fingers through the hair on his scalp, deepening the kiss. The longer the kiss lasted, the more I didn't want it to end.

I felt the fire burning brighter than it ever did before. I focused on every moment, every kiss, every touch, and somewhere along the lines, I got lost in his embrace.