It's The Same, Wherever You Go
Chapter Sixteen
Full Moon Lunatics
Two nights following the night attack at the school, Jaydra found herself following Scott and Stiles out into the nature preserve. Apparently, the past two days have been insanely difficult on Scott, given that Allison broke up with him right after the Alpha attack.
"Where are we going?" Scott asks, heaving a sigh. Knowing Stiles, there's no telling where the three are going.
"You'll see~" Stiles says, a large grin on his face as he walks ahead of the werewolf and the hunter.
Jaydra groans and runs her hand through her sandy blonde hair. "This isn't the best idea, Stiles," she says, her green eyes constantly scanning the woods for any sign of the Alpha. Considering the thing attacked the three in a high school, there's no telling where he'll strike next.
Scott nods his head, agreeing with Jaydra. "Yeah, my mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school."
"Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay?" Stiles counters, a small smirk on his face. "Even if Jaydra's dad taught her the ways of the hunt, there's no comparison to being the Sheriff's son, trust me."
Jaydra's mouth opens to retaliate, ready to rip into Stiles that he doesn't know shit about what John Winchester put her through, but she closes it. Glancing ahead of the group, Jaydra's mind decided to flash to multiple times when John Winchester made it clear that he wasn't happy with Jaydra's work.
Now, John Winchester never physically struck at her . . .
. . . when he was sober. But get that man drunk? He was a completely different person.
Jaydra rubs her hands over her arms, trying to warm her suddenly cooler skin, before looking up at the group. She wants to escape the memories that are showing up in her brain, so she opts to talk with her two amigos.
"Can you at least tell us what we're doing out here?" Jaydra asks the overly excited Stiles.
Stiles stops when they reach a small clearing in the woods. "Yes, I can," he grins proudly. "When one of your best friends get dumped-"
Scott quickly cuts him off. "I didn't get dumped, we're taking a break," the werewolf pup clarifies.
"I still say good riddance," Jaydra cuts in, looking down at the ground, kicking at the small pebbles around her feet.
"You're not helping!" Stiles growls out, as Scott's eyes look over at Jaydra.
"Sorry, I'm not an Argent fan, as you know," she says, before looking at Scott. "But, considering who all I know from the family, I think Allison's the one that can start fixing the feud between me and the Argents."
Scott smiles softly at the teenaged hunter, glad that she'll at least try to be kind and considerate around Allison, and not judge her based on her family.
"Now that, THAT'S out of the way, when one of your best friends get told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, and your other best friend was attacked by a killer Alpha werewolf that's pillaging the town . . . ." Stiles pauses for dramatic effect, before pulling out a container of Jack Daniels out from his jacket. "You get your best friends drunk."
"Oh, now you are speaking my language!" Jaydra grins, walking over and grabbing the bottle, opening it with ease. She glances down at the name and the date of the bottle before taking a large swig of it. "Oh, burning down the back of my throat, how I missed thee."
Stiles and Scott just watch the spectacle of Jaydra drinking from the bottle.
"Something tells me this isn't her first time," Scott chuckles, as Jaydra passes the bottle back to Stiles.
"Oh, what gave you that idea?" the buzz cut teen asks, before taking a swig of his own.
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After passing the bottle around for a while, it wasn't too long before the bottle was emptied about half way. And so far, two of the teens were still very much sober, while the other one was completely wasted.
"Dude . . . You know, she's just one . . . one girl," Stiles slurs his words, the alcohol affecting him very quickly. "You know, there are so many, there are so many other girls in the sea."
"Fish in the sea," Scott corrects, smiling down at Stiles. True, he was still bummed out about the whole Allison thing, but he had to give Stiles credit. The teen managed to get the werewolf out of his room.
"Fish? Why are you talking about fish?" Stiles asks, looking up at Scott like he lost his mind. "I'm talking about girls. I love girls . . . I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three-"
Jaydra laughs and leans back on the rock she was sitting against. "You mean Lydia?" she asks, knowing the answer immediately when Stiles said 'Strawberry'.
"Yeah, exactly!" Stiles exclaims, scrambling to sit up, looking at the green eyed hunter. "Hey, how did you know I was talking about . . . about . . . what was I talking about?"
The three teenagers couldn't stop from laughing at how drunk Stiles was, but the laughter didn't last long for Scott though.
"Hey, you're not happy," Stiles notices, holding out the bottle of Jack Daniels. "Take a drink."
Scott shakes his head, pushing the bottle away from his face. "I don't want any more."
"You're not drunk?" Stiles asks, before looking over at Jaydra. "Hey! You aren't either, are you?"
Jaydra rolls her eyes as she sits up and takes the bottle from Stiles and taking another drink. "Really, Stiles? You see what I've dealt with the past two years," she says, motioning to Scott with her hand. "I had to learn to hold my liquor quickly, or else I was going to go crazy."
Stiles pointed his thumb in Scott's general direction. "What about him? Why isn't he drunk?"
Jaydra shrugs, not really talking with a turned werewolf long enough to ask them about their drinking ability. "No clue, but I would probably guess it's the same reason why he doesn't need his inhaler anymore," she says, her green eyes going over Scott's figure. "Maybe the werewolf side doesn't let him get drunk."
Stiles nods, believing what she was saying, but truth being told, Jaydra could have told the human teen that it was because Scott was a fairy princess and he would have bought it.
"Am I drunk?" Stiles asks, his cheeks red from the alcohol.
Jaydra and Scott both answer the question at the same time, "You're wasted."
"Yeah!" Stiles laughs, making a fist and punching it into the air, before just holding it there, waiting for a fist bump.
Jaydra shakes her head and leans over to fist bump Stiles, feeling pity for him, not wanting to leave him hanging, before looking back over at Scott, who is beginning to fall back down into the slumps of depression because of Allison.
Stiles, noticing Jaydra's gaze, looks over at Scott, before trying to speak more seriously. "Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. And I know it hurts," he says. "Well . . . I don't know from experience, but I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense, and I need another drink."
After Stiles takes another drink from the bottle, Jaydra looks over at Scott. "He's right, for the most part. Being broken up does hurt, Scott, but it won't always."
Scott looks up, his chocolate brown eyes locking with her green ones. "How do you know?"
"Before my mom died, and I left to tour the states with my dad, I dated this guy for like three months or so," Jaydra says, looking up at the stars as she thinks back to the guy she dated. "His name was Damian Auditore Black, and I know that's a strange ass name, but his mom was really into unique names."
He had dark brown hair that goes down a little bit past his ears, and blue eyes so deep and bright that you could swim in them. Damian was attractive physically, but Jaydra didn't feel the deep connection that he felt with her. Damian had the mindset that Jaydra was a saint, and deserved everything on a silver platter, and Jaydra became sick of it after a while. And when everything happened with her mom, Jaydra left with her dad without a second thought with Damian.
"Was the break up bad?" Stiles asks, looking over at his roommate.
Jaydra nods, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, he had a major fit about me leaving with my dad, saying that I could move in with him and his family. But when I turned him down, he just broke down," Jaydra says, a mental image of him crying as she loaded her things into the Impala appearing in her head.
"Did he ever get over it?" Scott asks, looking over at Jaydra, who merely shrugs.
"I don't know," she admits, stealing the Jack Daniels from Stiles. "I don't talk to anyone from my hometown anymore. There's actually a rumor there that I died in the car accident with my mom. A lot of people don't believe it, obviously, but for the most part, I don't keep in contact. But the last time I checked, he was dating someone else in town."
Suddenly, two guys arrive from the woods, making Scott and Jaydra stand up, their attention going to the two strangers. They were both older men, one with black skin, and the other white.
"Well, well, well," the black man says, grinning at the three of them, before walking over and picking up the bottle Jaydra set aside. "Look at the three little bitches getting their drink on!"
"Give it back," Scott growls, standing before the black man.
Jaydra stands a step behind Scott, ready to intervene. Sure, she was sure Scott wouldn't do anything stupid, but with the full moon being just days away, and given that Jaydra has been wrong before, she wasn't taking any chances about it.
"What's that, little man?" the stranger laughed, before taking another drink from the bottle.
"I think he wants a drink," the white friend of the stranger laughs, before looking over at Jaydra, his eyes going up and down her figure. "I can think of a few things I want too."
Scott growls at the two men. "I want the bottle."
Glancing down, Jaydra notices that Scott's claws begin to extend, and the brown in his eyes are starting to turn a golden yellow. She tenses up but doesn't say anything, waiting to see the man's reaction.
Shaken up slightly, the man gives Scott the bottle, who in turn turns and hurls the glass against a tree, shattering the bottle. And after getting rid of it, Scott turns towards his friends.
"Let's get out of here."
Jaydra nods and turns to leave, only to hear the white boy, who really didn't see Scott's display of dominance first hand, just smirks at Jaydra. "So, are the three of you doing some kind of freaky three-way shit with that girl?"
Jaydra stops and turns to smile sweetly at the stranger. "Why? Want to watch?" she giggles softly.
The stranger walks over to her. "Fuck yes I do, ba-" The stranger never got to complete the sentence, because Jaydra takes her foot and hooks it behind his knee, and kicking, making the stranger's feet fly out from under him, and he ends up on his backside, watching as the blonde headed hunter and her two friends leave.
The next day, Jaydra will read in the paper about two strangers whose bodies were found in the woods by police. Their names were Reddick and Unger.
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After waking up, Jaydra heads to her shower, preparing for the first day back to school since Wednesday night, the night of the Alpha attack. The following Thursday and Friday, the school was closed, and then, of course, the students had their weekend off.
Turning on her shower to the hottest temperature she can stand, and after turning on the radio sitting on the sink, Jaydra steps into the shower and lets the water hit her stiff muscles she gained in her sleep. Tilting her head back into the water from the shower nozzle, Jaydra let out a deep groan before grabbing her soap and begins to clean her skin and wash her hair.
That's when the radio DJ caught her attention, "Good morning on this beautiful Monday morning! Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday," the radio voice says as if to remind every student that they had to go to school today. "Police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale-"
Jaydra turned off the radio the second she heard Derek's name, the image of the Alpha attacking him from behind still haunting her. True, the attack didn't kill the beta werewolf, but it left him weak and vulnerable, so he took off to heal, and now hide from the police.
Picking up her phone, Jaydra opens her contacts and scrolls down to the J's, finding the name Jeremy. Clicking on the name, she grins when she sees Derek's number there under a false alias.
"Morning, Jeremy," she types out on her phone. "Feeling up for today? It's the first day back to school since the attack." Tossing the cellular device onto her bed as the hunter goes to change into clothes for school.
"Should you really be messaging me? I AM a wanted man," Derek responds.
Jaydra snorts as she reads his message, before sending him, "Oh, you'd get bored if I didn't."
"Like I need your company," was the instant response.
As she reads his message to her, Jaydra could just imagine the smirk Derek had on his face when he wrote that.
Ever since the surprise kiss she pulled on him a while back, during the practice with Scott, Jaydra couldn't shake the beta from her head. In her down time, her mind to always drifts back to Derek and the kiss. Reaching up to touch her lips with one hand, her other hand begins writing back her snappy comeback.
"If I didn't know your sense of humor, I'd say you were serious."
"I am," Derek replies.
"Nonsense, you love me, lover-boy," Jaydra counters, sending three kissing face emojis to him.
"..." was Derek response before he decided to change the topic. At least he didn't shut her completely out after that comment. "You going to school today?"
"Yeah, there's no sense in staying home since the school's been closed the past few days," Jaydra texts, reaching down to pick up her messenger bag, placing it on her shoulder.
"Smart," Jaydra read from Derek's reply. "Let me know when the bullseye is off my back."
"Sure thing, need me to pick up anything?" Jaydra asks, kinda wanting to check in on the beta, knowing that the wound the Alpha left would heal much slower than any other type.
Due to being the most powerful in a pack, when an Alpha attacks any werewolf below them in the hierarchy, the would doesn't heal as fast as any other inflicted wound, showing off the Alpha's power and strength.
"No, I'm good. Just get your ass to school," Derek orders through text, making Jaydra laugh out loud.
"I'm going!"
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Sure enough, as soon as Jaydra walks into the school, the first thing she hears are the rumors that began to spread across the student body like wildfire. Rolling her eyes at the gossip, Jaydra walks over to her locker, preparing for the test she's going to take in Mr. Harris' class.
While switching out her books for the next few classes, Jaydra heard probably the best rumor out of the lot. Two guys were talking right next to her locker, one of them telling the other about this amazon woman.
"Dude! I'm serious! I heard that some chick took on Derek Hale all by herself!" the informer says, his eye wide. "And she was hurt real bad like she had to stitch herself up to keep her intestine from coming out and onto the floor!"
Jaydra rolls her eyes at the gossip, her fingers going across her chest where her make-shift stitching still stayed under a large bandage until the wound fully healed. ~For one, it wasn't that intense, and two, that's not even the right place!~ Jaydra berated in the back of her mind before closing her locker door and walking down to Harris' torture room, or as he refers it to, the classroom.
Filing into the classroom behind so many other students, Jaydra opts to take the desk in the far back part of the room, getting into the corner. Never knowing why Jaydra always attempts to acquire the seat in the back corner of the class. She always assumes it's so no one can really sneak up on her if she's in the corner. No surprises.
"Okay, class," Harris starts, holding up a copy of the test the class is about to take. "You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now by simply writing your name on the cover of the blue book."
Just about every student wrote their name on the front of the blue cover of the test, wanting that twenty-five percent to help them pass. Jaydra included. Just because she's smart in the way of the hunting world, don't give her too much credit when it comes to Chemistry.
"However, as it happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover," the sadistic chemistry teacher continues, making every look back up at him. "And I will be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."
All at once, the students begin to work on the test, Jaydra working her way through the questions she knew for a fact that were right, before looking back at the rest of the test. But the sound of a student jumping out of their seat gained the attention of everyone in the classroom.
Jaydra glances up just in time to see Scott running out of the room, followed by Stiles. Going by the expression on Scott's face, it was going to be good.
"Are you going to follow them, Miss Winchester? Since you three are like the three musketeers?" Mr. Harris says, looking back at the blonde teenager.
Jaydra just maintains the eye contact with the teacher before shaking her head. "Nah, Stiles has got this handled. Just looks like Scott's having an asthma attack or a Panic attack, and if it is an Asthma attack, Stiles has his inhaler. Maybe the stress of the test triggered it," she offers, but her green eyes lock in on Allison, the hunter intuition telling her that that was the true trigger.
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Later that day, after the Lacrosse team is suited up and put on their jersey's for practice, the coach pulls everyone in for a quick meeting.
"All right, geniuses, listen up! Due to the recent pink eye Epidemic - Thank you, Greenberg," the coach adds hatefully, glaring at the student in question. "The following people have made the first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word probationary!"
As the coach listed the names, Jaydra didn't listen to him as her eyes fall onto Scott. This upcoming full moon is affecting him way differently than the others, and it's putting the hunter inside her on edge. She didn't want to have to hurt her best friend, but it's not looking too good.
"So uh, it's Rodriguez, Taylor, and B-Bilinski!" the coach repeats, and immediately reprimands Stiles who jumps up for joy at being on the first line.
Jaydra shakes her head and laughs at Stiles excitement. The poor human student didn't know what to do with himself when they're at games, given that his two best friends were on the first line and usually played in every game. Scott was definitely in every game, but due to Jaydra's gender and how much smaller she is than the other players, the Coach likes to bench her and bring her in as a secret weapon player.
"Another thing," the coach adds on. "From here on out, effective immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations McCall!"
Everything that was said after that was drowned out by the internal screaming that was going on in the back of Jaydra's head.
"Can today get any worse?" Jaydra asks, letting her head hit the concrete wall behind her.
"Jaydra! You're on the defense team with Jackson!" the coach reads off the playing positions.
"Of course, it can," Jaydra mutters, walking over to her locker and grabbing her helmet.
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There's five players in the defense playing, Jackson, two of his friends, Jaydra, and Danny in the goal. Jaydra's job was to protect Danny while Jackson and the others try to keep them far enough back.
Even though Jackson and Jaydra have a mutual hatred for each other, they've had sort of a mutual agreement that the hatred for the other stays off the field after they won their first game, and the actions have helped tremendously during their plays. Jaydra is actually able to trust Jackson with passing her the ball, including her in on the sneaky plays he thinks of. Jaydra has even approached the now co-captain during some games and asking about certain ideas about how to break their line.
But that lovely agreement isn't offered to Scott, since during his play, Jackson and his buddy's force McCall to the ground.
"Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall," coach mocks slightly, before looking back at the line of players that still haven't gone. "Let's go!"
As Stiles moves to pick up his ball, Scott storms over and pushes Stiles back and takes the ball, wanting to try again.
"That's it, McCall!" the team's coach praises, clapping his hands. "That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!" Suddenly, the whistle is blown for Scott to go again, and this time, it's a different ballgame.
Scott plows through Jackson and his two lackeys way too easily, and he's zeroing in on Jaydra. Standing her ground, Jaydra notices that Scott's eyes look dark, dangerous. And that means only one thing, someone is gonna get hit. And damn that Winchester honor code, Jaydra thought, as she decides that she'll take the hit rather than anyone else on the team.
"DANNY! MOVE!" she cries out, backing up to the goal, before forcing herself at Scott, trying to make him back up. "Scott! Control yourse-AHHHH!" Jaydra screams when Scott suddenly jerks his arm over and hits Jaydra in the face of her helmet with his stick, before throwing it at the net. Apparently, Danny listened to Jaydra's order. Good on him.
Groaning on the ground, Jaydra is surprised that Jackson is beside her first, slowly removing her helmet as the paramedic that stays on the field during practices runs over, shining a light in her eyes, asking her questions.
"I'm fine," Jaydra says, slowly sitting up. "Top of his stick got through and hit me in the nose, it startled me more than anything." And with that, Jaydra stands up and glares at Scott, before wiping at her nose and walking over to Jackson grabbing her helmet. "Thanks," she says, nodding to the player.
"Sure thing, but there's one problem. McCall busted the frame and the plastic to the side," Jackson says, pointing to the spots.
"I'll need a new one," Jaydra groans, before looking back at the coach. "Want me to keep playing?"
"You proved yourself for the day, Winchester, go get a new helmet," the coach sighs. "And tell them to put it on the school's tab."
Shooting the coach a thumbs up, Jaydra walks up to the locker room, silently wishing that tonight, Scott will try something so that she can get revenge for the hit.
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Later that night, Jaydra arrives at the McCall house, ready to help Scott with his change. That and Jaydra hopes to learn why he's acting so strangely. Walking up to the door, Jaydra knocks twice before Scott's mother, Melissa, opens the door.
"At least one person here is polite enough to knock," she sighs.
"Oh, I'm guessing Stiles finally had the key made?" Jaydra asks, only to receive an answer when Stiles holds up the said key to the house. "Huh . . . That does make me the one person polite enough."
"Polite enough? You could pick the lock!" Stiles says, looking at Jaydra like she grown another head, before running up the stairs to Scott's room.
At the raised eyebrow earned from Melissa, Jaydra laughs. "My dad was notorious for locking the keys in the house, so my brothers and I learned how to pick the locks to help."
"Of course, you did," Melissa says, before rubbing her forehead. "Again, it doesn't surprise me. It still scares me, but doesn't surprise me." And with that, Scott's mom, a nurse at the local hospital, leaves for the graveyard shift.
After she leaves, Jaydra walks upstairs to find that Scott was home, and currently talking to Stiles.
"I'm fine, you two can go now," Scott says, sitting in the chair in the corner of his room, looking like he's ready to kill someone.
"All right, fine, we'll leave," Stiles relented, making Jaydra cock an eyebrow. "Would you at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't, but at least look."
Scott conceded to the request and went over to unzip the duffel bag, revealing very sturdy heavy, chains. Not a bad choice.
"You think I'm going to let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott asks mockingly, smirking at Stiles. When it came to strength, Scott beat both Jaydra and Stiles combined, and he knew it.
"Actually, no," Stiles says, moving quickly and handcuffing Scott to the radiator under Scott's window.
Smirking slightly, Jaydra watches on. Stiles figured it out. Yeah, neither of them can take Scott on in strength, but if you're quick enough, he can be immobilized.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Scott roars at Stiles, glaring up at him.
Stiles stood tall above his best friend. "Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback, for making out with Lydia, and hitting Jaydra in the face! You just don't hit a girl, man!"
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As the night slowly goes on, Jaydra makes herself comfortable on Scott's bed, all the while the said werewolf if glaring at her and Stiles.
Speaking of Stiles, the buzz cut walks into the room with a water bottle. "I brought you some water," he announces, holding up the bottle. Then, from behind his back, Stiles pulls out a dog water dish with Scott's name on it, and pours the water into that, before laying it down beside Scott, but at a safe distance.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Scott snarls, throwing the dish back at Stiles.
At this outburst, Jaydra sits up on Scott's bed, watching him closely. She has her knife in her jacket pocket, ready to use.
"You kissed her, Scott, okay?!" Stiles snaps, looking down at his best friend, tears forming up in his eyes. "You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev-" Stiles cuts himself off before his voice breaks. "And you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon. He doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been! A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of a crap friend!" Stiles shouts out, finally getting all of that off of his chest.
Scott doesn't say anything, not until Stiles turns to leave the room. "She kissed me."
"W-What . . .?" Stiles asks, his voice breaking slightly, making him sound younger than he truly was.
"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me," Scott says, smirking at Stiles. "She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted! ANYTH-"
Jaydra couldn't take it any longer, as she jumps up and delivers a swift kick to Scott in the face, half to shut him up, another half for payback on the Lacrosse field. "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch," Jaydra snarls, her green eyes seeming to glow as she stares down at Scott. Turning, Jaydra walks over and grabs Stiles by the arm and leads him out of the room and shuts the door, before sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor.
"Have you seen this before?" Stiles asks after a few moments of pure silence.
Jaydra shakes her head. "My money it's a mix of the full moon, and some of the Alpha's influence on Scott and his tie together."
Stiles nods and brings his knees up to his chest, before laying his arms across the top, then laying his head down. "I want this night to be over."
"Me too, Stiles. Me too."
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Pulling out her phone, Jaydra looks back through the messages she's been sending to "Jeremy" about Scott's issues earlier. Smiling at the last text, Jaydra could just imagine Derek saying it.
"Don't worry, I'm close by. If Scott gets loose, let me know."
After putting her phone to its lock position, she lays it on her lap before leaning her head back against the wall. Just as she finds a comfortable spot, Scott starts up again.
"Stiles . . . Jay . . . Please let me out . . . It's the full moon, I swear," the werewolf says on the other side of the door. "You two know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, guys, let me out. It's starting to hurt!"
At this, Stiles looks up at the door and Jaydra shakes her head, mouthing to Stiles, "He's playing wolf. Don't pay attention."
"It's not like the first time. It's a mix of the full moon and Allison breaking up with me. I know it not us taking a break, she broke up with me. And it's killing me," Scott says softly.
"At least he's admitting it," Jaydra says, rubbing her forehead.
"Please . . . Let me out . . ."
"We can't!" Stiles shouts out.
Suddenly, a loud roar rips out of Scott's mouth and desperate screams are heard on the other side of the door as Scott tries to break the handcuffs. But what really made Jaydra's hair stand on end, was when there was no sound coming from the room at all.
Cautiously she opens the door, only to curse and run downstairs, calling Derek's number. Scott was free.
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Jaydra drove all over the town of Beacon Hills, trying to locate Scott. And when she did find him? Oh, it couldn't have been worse.
Scott was in a dim parking lot, fully shifted into his werewolf form, and he was stalking his prey. What was his prey? None other than Jackson and Allison, who were sitting in Jackson's car, talking.
Jaydra throws her car into park and practically runs over to the parking lot, just as Scott begins racing towards the vehicle containing his Ex-girlfriend, and the guy that's made his life a living hell.
"SCOTT NO!" Jaydra screams out, only to let a breath of relief out when she sees someone tackling Scott off of the roof of the car.
The action was enough to motivate Jackson to start the car and drive off, luckily the two never seen Jaydra when they left.
Running over to the bank that the figure tackled Scott down, Jaydra watches as Scott is snarling and fighting the bigger, fully wolfed out, beta, Derek. The fight really wasn't a fight. Scott was blindly attacking while Derek easily avoids his attacks.
Derek roars loudly, and the roar snaps Scott out of his rage, making him look down at himself.
"W-What's happening to me?"
"Exactly what he wants to happen," Derek says, his features shifting back into his natural human look.
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Jaydra drives Scott and Derek to the McCall house and helps the younger beta into his bedroom.
"Thanks," Scott says, panting heavily, the full moon completely draining him. "I can't do this . . . I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you two to tell me the truth, is there a cure?" he asks softly, terrified of the answer.
"For someone who was bitten?" Jaydra asks, looking over at Derek.
"I've heard of one, but I don't know if it's true," Derek admits, looking at the hopeful pup.
Scott's chocolate eyes seemed to glow with hope. "What is it?"
"You have to kill the one that bit you," Derek says. "Scott, if you help me find him, I'll help you kill him."
Scott looks down, before nodding, silently agreeing to help Derek.
"Come on, I'll give you a lift," Jaydra says, tugging on Derek's leather jacket.
Once back into the car, Jaydra starts up the Nissan Skyline and begins driving to the Beacon Hills city limits, making sure to avoid all the police that was searching for him.
"What happened?" Derek asks softly, a low growl in his voice.
Jaydra side glances at him before focusing back on the road. "What are you talking about?"
"Your face. Someone hit you," Derek says, his eyes going over the bruise forming on the side of her nose.
"It's nothing, I got it in Lacrosse practice," she waves off.
"What is Scott?" Derek asks, but going by how his face contorted in slight anger, Jaydra guessed that her heartbeat gave the blue-eyed beta the answer he was looking for.
"He wasn't in his clear mind," Jaydra defends. "Besides, I may have punted him in the head earlier," she admits, scratching her cheek.
Derek lets out a snort of a laugh before telling her to pull over. "Thanks for the lift, now get on home. And let me know you get home."
"I didn't know you cared," she teases, only to just barely get a glance of a blush across the werewolf's face.
"Shut up," he growls, turning to leave, before glancing back at Jaydra's red Skyline, smirking darkly. "Can't have my favorite hunter getting hurt, now can I?"
That phrase constantly repeats itself in her mind the entire way home.