When we arrive at the clinic, Scott runs in "Sorry...Sorry." he says
"You're only two minutes late, and who might you be." he says looking at me.
"I'm renesmee and also a person looking for a job." I said.
"Well, will get to that." I nodded.
"I just don't want you to think I'm slaking." Scott says gaining the attention back from his boss.
"Scott, I got to tell you, you're one of the least slaking kids I know in this town!" he says to Scott.
The door opens and Scott and I see the sheriff coming in. Scott was getting scared but he realizes that he has a dog and is not here for his job.
"Hey! I see somebody's ready to get his stitches out!" Scott boss says to stiles dad holding the dog.
"Hey, Scott, renesmee you're staying out trouble?" Sheriff asked.
"Yeah..." Scott and I said.
"Hey, listen, while I'm here, you mind take a look at these pictures and tell me what you can say about it?" the sheriff asks Scotts boss.
"I'm not exactly an expert." he says looking down at the picture. "Oh... This is the guy who was attacked in the bus?" he asked and Scott and I look up.
"Yeah. We found wolf hairs on Laura Hale's body." sheriff says.
"A wolf? I mean, I... I think I read somewhere that wolfs hasn't been in California for like sixteen years!" Scott said fixing his mistake.
"True enough, but wolfs are migratory. They can come from another state, drove by their impulse or strong enough memory." Scott's boss says. Other state? When he said that I immediately thought of Jacob.
"Wolfs have memories?" Scott asks
"Long term memory, yes. Associated with a primal drive. You see this one here? Those are scratches. A wolf would have bitten the throat or the spinal cord, with his teeth." he says showing the sheriff the picture.
"So, what do you think, it's a mountain lion?" sheriff asked.
"No mountain lions wouldn't do that there more aggressive, almost like they don't have control." i said and most of that was true the thing that did this was precise it new what it was doing it couldn't be a mouton lion; it would have killed in one shot.
"That would be true, but I don't know... A wolf could purchase him, destroy his ankles." I looked at Scott, and looked a little in easy.
"And then the throat..." he says
Once the sheriff left it was only me and Scott plus a dog that his stitches had to be removed.
"So you want a job here?" Scott's boss asked.
"Yes." I said nodding my head.
"Are you any good with animals?"
He asked
"yes."
"well how about you hold him down while I give him the shot."
"Right now?" I asked.
"Yes, if you don't want to do it I'll let Scott."
"No I will." I said touching the dog and holding him down, he started whimpering, then I used my gift.
'Hey, its okay you don't have to be afraid it just going to numb the pain, so he can take the stitches out.' once I said that in the dogs head he calmed down. As Scotts boss gave him the shot.
"How did you do that? He never is able to calm down enough for me to give him the shot." he says.
"I guess he likes me." I said smiling at the dog and I could swear he was smiling back.
"well you got the job, I'm Deaton by the way may I ask what got you into the medical business."
"Well my father is a doctor, and I guess it just rubbed off on me." I said.
Once I was finished, I drove Scott to the hospital to visit his mom, to give her dinner.