Invisible String. Stiles Stilinski (1)

iii. honor code

"So, you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Scott asked him to sum up Stiles' rant.

The boy shrugged, "Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers..."

"But what would a pack of Alphas need with a Beta?" Scott shoved his hands into his pockets, brows furrowed as they walked through the hallway. They stopped for a minute to think, when someone collided into his back. He turned to apologize only to find the girl next door. Great.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking," Amelie smiled sheepishly, and the smile caught in his throat, his eyes staring at her mouth— how her full lips traced over her teeth. Scott interrupted his trance by kneeling and helping the girl pick up her papers. "It's alright," He mumbled, remembering the previous conversation he was having.

"Scott, I don't know. I don't care. All right?" Stiles sighed impatiently. "This girl... Our moms were best friends before mine died, okay?We used to take frickin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her!"

At these words, Amelie visibly stiffened and looked up at Stiles. Something about those words were making her freak out, and it was pretty obvious, at least to Stiles who had seen her at her worst the day before.

The human boy didn't feel the need to mention the night before to his best friend, but he couldn't figure out why. He had a feeling that Amelie was a supernatural, and something similar to Lydia, who experienced the same symptoms.

"Then we need Isaac to remember."

"Remember? Remember what?" It was Amelie's turn to interject.

"Remember what happened that night," Stiles explained. "But how? Peter and Derek couldn't do it. You know any other Werewolves with a better trick?"

"Maybe not a Werewolf... but someone who knows a lot about 'em."

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"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly... comfortable," Doctor Deaton, the vet that Isaac had mentioned before to Amelie, started to explain, "But, if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state."

"Like being hypnotized," Isaac nodded.

"Exactly." The man nodded, a small understanding smile on his face. "You'll be half-transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Amelie asked, her voice quivering, eyes meeting Isaac's.

"Very slow."

"Okay, well, how slow is very slow?" Derek interjected, leaning on the ice-filled tub.

"Nearly dead," Deaton said simply, to which Amelie puffed her cheeks.

"It's safe though, right?" The beta in question, asked, almost sarcastically.

"Do you want me to answer honestly?"

"No. No, not really," Isaac sighed, grasping tightly onto Amelie's hand.

"Someone will ask you questions while you're under, Isaac. It needs to be someone comforting, someone who will calm you. Amelie? Is that okay with you?" Deaton asked.

The brown-haired girl nodded confidently. "Of course, just tell me what I need to say."

Then, it started. Isaac slowly got into the ice-bath, his eyes immediately flashing amber and his fangs protruding from his mouth. A roar emitted through the clinic, the cages shaking in their place. Amelie grasped onto his shoulders as strong as she could, but this was a werewolf.