**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
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Chapter Eighteen 🦎 Frenemy 🦎
Stiles and Blake walk up to Scott was peaking around the corner of a nightclub, "You see where he went?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed and shook his head, "I lost him." He said. "You couldn't catch his scent?" Blake asked and Scott looked at her, "I don't think he has one."
"All right, any clue where he's going?" Stiles asked, "To kill someone." Blake said and Scott nodded in agreement. "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Stiles said sarcastically making both Blake and Scott raise their eyebrows at him, "What? Guys, come on. I'm one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone-- sarcasm is my only defense!" He said and Blake chuckled and shook her head.
"Just help me find it."
"Not "it"- Jackson."
"Yeah, I know. I-I know"
"All right, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Blake asked and Scott sighed and shook his head, "I don't think so. And he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott said. "Yeah, but that's just the thing-- how did he pass the test?" Stiles asked and Scott just shook his head, "I don't know."
