Aleatha
I was sitting in a chair leaning over a table waiting to get the object out of my neck.
"So does that mean that the Nemeton brought me here? Why though? What purpose does that hold?" I felt Deacon at my neck with the object he called tweezers.
"Honestly, I don't know. The Nemeton is a beacon for the supernatural. So why you appeared on it is beyond my knowledge," I flinched as he pulled the object out of the wound, "that's not good."
"What?" I turned around in the chair.
A claw was in his hand. I never remembered being attacked. So how did it get there in the first place? Who did it belong to?
"We need to find out who's claw that is." I glanced at Deacon.
"So if that claw was in my neck does that mean I'll become a werewolf?" Scott came and knelt in front of me.
"Possibly. You could also reject the change. You'll either die or turn into something completely different." What? I could die? I wasn't human though. I'm an elf. So what would happen to me?
"I'm not human. So what happens when a supernatural creature who is one thing by birth gets bit or clawed by a different supernatural race? Will my lifespan become that of a human? Will I still be an elf? What?" Scott and Stiles looked at a loss.
They were children, of course they didn't know. I turned to Deaton. His face didn't help sooth my nerves.
"So no one can tell me? No one here?" Deaton sighed.
"I'm sorry. I don't know how it would work because in all my years I have never heard of an elf. Any other creature that has ever been turned that wasn't human either changed into a werewolf or died." I looked down.
So I might die. My long life span just got cut short to about a couple of days. Great.
"Is there anyone else who might know?" I looked at Scott.
He frowned.
That's a yes, but judging by his face he clearly doesn't trust them.
"Whoever it is I deserve the chance to learn anything I can. I don't want to die. I can hold my own against them. I've fought in many wars. It wouldn't be the first time I went up against a supernatural creature. Please, Scott. I have to know." He but the inside of his cheek.
I knew he didn't like the person he was thinking of. I glanced at Stiles. I bit my lip. They weren't going to tell me. I would have to figure it out on my own.
"Fine," Scott looked up, "I'm leaving. I will find you in two days before dark. I'll figure it out on my own."
I didn't give Scott or Stiles the chance to stop me. I was in a new place and surrounded by children. This wasn't going to bode well for me. I got as far away from the vet's office as they called it as I could. I stopped in a tree filled area. I looked down at the claw in my hand.
Maybe the werewolf who left this imbedded in my neck can tell me if I will be a full werewolf or part elf.
I had what I needed to cast the spell I needed to. I surrounded the claw and cast the discern location spell. I smiled as I turned in a circle. I stopped when the nail glowed brightest.
I found you.