Kapitel 44: Chapter 44: Deaton’s Solution

The sun peeked over the horizon as Scott enjoyed his breakfast, savoring the quiet moments of the morning. Melissa is still asleep in her room, taking full advantage of her decision to take a vacation. Stiles, still half-asleep, trudged into the kitchen, holding a thick envelope.

"Hey, Scott," Stiles mumbled, his voice groggy. "I'm leaving the money you gave me here. If my dad finds out I have ten thousand dollars, he'll start asking questions I can't answer."

Scott chuckled. "Fair enough. You can leave it in my room. Just don't forget where you put it." Then they both finished their breakfast.

"Alright, let's get you home to grab your bag." Scott said after washing the plates.

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After dropping Stiles off, Scott arrived at school alone. The usual hustle of students filled the hallways, but his attention was drawn to a familiar figure approaching him. Jackson.

This time, Jackson wasn't exuding his typical arrogance. Instead, his tone was measured, almost polite.

"Scott," Jackson began, his voice unusually calm. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Scott raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure. What's up?"

Jackson hesitated, then spoke, his words deliberate. "I want to be like you. I can pay you if that's what it takes."

Scott sighed. "Jackson, I'm not going to turn you. But I can tell you where to find someone who might."

Jackson's eyes lit up. "Really? Where?"

Scott crossed his arms, his tone serious. "Before I tell you, are you sure this is what you want? Being a werewolf isn't just about strength and speed. There are risks—hunters, losing control, hurting people you care about. It's not a game."

Jackson scoffed but faltered slightly. "Yeah, but… who wouldn't want to be stronger?"

Scott studied him for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you're serious, go to the old Hale house in the woods. You might find Derek or Peter there. They're the ones you saw with me on the lacrosse field."

"The Hale house?" Jackson's brow furrowed. "The one that burned down years ago?"

"Yeah," Scott said.

Jackson's excitement dimmed slightly. "And these hunters you mentioned? What are we talking about here?"

Scott's expression grew grim. "The kind that won't hesitate to shoot you or slice you in half. Becoming a werewolf means painting a target on your back, Jackson."

Jackson swallowed hard, but his determination didn't waver. "I'll think about it."

Scott clapped him on the shoulder. "Well. Think carefully. I'm going, class is about to start."

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The morning classes passed uneventfully. At lunch, Scott and Stiles sat at their usual table, their trays piled with food. As they ate, Lydia appeared.

She plopped down beside them without a word, her sharp gaze fixed on Scott. "Where's Allison? She hasn't been at school for two days, and she's not answering my texts."

Scott met her gaze calmly. "She's not feeling well. She'll be back tomorrow."

Lydia's eyes narrowed. "You didn't break up with her, did you?"

Scott blinked, caught off guard. "What? No! Why would I? She just needs some time."

Lydia's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Alright." She stabbed at her salad with more force than necessary.

Scott leaned forward, his voice gentle. "How are you holding up, Lydia? You know… with everything going on with Jackson?"

Her eyes flashed, a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Mind your business, Scott. And I'm fine."

Scott smiled softly. "I know you're fine. I'm just saying, if you want to talk or something, you can talk to me and Stiles. We can be considered friends, I guess. And Friends help each other."

Lydia snorted, her usual sass returning. "Who wants to be friends with you two dorks?"

Scott clutched his chest dramatically. "Ouch. That hurt."

He turned to Stiles, nudging him. "Say something! She's insulting us!"

Stiles opened his mouth, but Lydia's glare silenced him instantly. He shrugged and went back to his food.

As Lydia stood to leave, Scott caught a fleeting smile on her face. Once she was gone, he turned to Stiles with a grin. "Hey, if you want to date her, you need to be more bold. But honestly, I don't think she's the right girl for you. There are plenty of girls who'd love a nerd like you."

Stiles groaned. "I can't tell if you're trying to cheer me up or insult me."

Scott laughed. "Let's go. Class is about to start."

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After school, Scott headed to the animal clinic for his shift. As the clinic emptied out, leaving only him and Deaton, Scott decided it was time to tell Deaton about the vimpire, and see if he can help with the matter that had been weighing on his mind.

Scott approached Deaton, his expression serious. "Deaton, I need to tell you something."

Deaton looked up from his work, his calm demeanor encouraging Scott to continue.

"I found the Vampire" Scott began. "He was workin in the hospital. I fought him and… I killed him."

Deaton paused, setting aside the tools he'd been cleaning. "The vampire you told me about?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah. But that's not all. In his memories, I found something… huge. He had a bank account—under a fake name—with over $100 million in it."

Deaton raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a discovery, Scott. But I assume there's a catch?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah. The account's under a different identity, so I can't just walk in and claim it. It'll look suspicious, and I'd rather not have federal agents breathing down my neck."

Deaton hummed thoughtfully. "You're wise to be cautious. Taking money like that isn't as simple as transferring funds. It needs to be done carefully… and legally, or at least convincingly legal."

Scott leaned forward. "That's where you come in. You always have some kind of solution. Do you know anyone who can help?"

A small smile tugged at Deaton's lips. "As a matter of fact, I do. There's someone who specializes in… delicate financial matters. A siren named Melina. She has the ability to manipulate minds. She can ensure that this transfer looks legitimate."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "A siren? And she's trustworthy?"

"As trustworthy as someone in her line of work can be," Deaton said with a shrug. "She has a reputation for being professional. Of course, her services come at a price."

"How much?"

"She takes ten percent of whatever you're claiming."

Scott winced. "Ten million? That's a lot."

Deaton tilted his head. "Would you rather have $90 million safely and legally, or risk getting nothing—or worse, ending up in prison?"

Scott sighed. "Fair point. What do I need to do?"

"First," Deaton said, "you'll need to give me the details of Eric's account. The name it's under, the bank, and the access information—like the card and any codes you have. I'll contact Melina and explain the situation. She'll handle the rest."

Scott hesitated for a moment. Trusting a stranger with this much money was nerve-wracking, but he trusted Deaton. "Alright. Here's the card and the account documents." He handed them over, his hands steady but his heart racing.

Deaton took them. "I'll speak to Melina tonight. It'll take about a month for her to weave everything into place, and ensuring the bank recognizes you as the rightful owner."

Scott nodded. "Thanks, Deaton. I owe you one."

Deaton smiled. "Just make sure you use this money wisely, Scott. Power and wealth come with responsibility."

"Don't worry Doc. I'll use it wisely." Scott said.

After leaving the animal clinic, Scott pulled out his phone and called Allison. The phone rang twice before she picked up.

"Hey, babe. How are you doing?" Scott asked, his tone soft and caring.

"Hey, Scott," Allison replied, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness. "I'm fine, thank you, but I feel a bit nervous right now."

Scott frowned slightly. "Why?"

"I'm about to confront my family at dinner," Allison admitted, a deep sigh escaping her.

"Oh, I see." Scott said, his tone understanding.

Allison quickly changed the subject. "How about you? Did you find any of the monsters responsible for killing the people Stiles showed us?"

Scott nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "Yes, I found one of them—a vampire. But don't worry. He's dead."

Allison gasped audibly. "Really? Wait, how did you kill him? Is it like in the movies?"

Scott chuckled. "Yeah, something like that. I stabbed him in the heart with a wooden stake. Then he turned into dust."

"Wow," Allison breathed, her amazement clear. "That's both amazing and scary at the same time."

Scott's voice softened. "By the way, my mom wants to meet you."

Allison's tone shifted, a mixture of excitement and nerves. "What? Meeting your mom… that's… that's…"

Scott laughed. "Don't worry too much. My mom's easy to get along with. Honestly, I think she'll love you more than me. She's always wanted a daughter."

Allison's laughter was light and genuine. "Then I can't wait to meet her."

Scott grinned. "Alright, babe. I'll pick you up for school tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you," Allison replied, her tone warm. "I have to go deal with my crazy family now. Wish me luck."

"Good luck with that, babe. Bye."

"Bye, see you tomorrow," she said, hanging up.

After ending the call, Allison took a deep breath, steeling herself before heading downstairs to face her family.