35. THE STORM

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LILITH SHOT UP, trying to catch her breath

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LILITH SHOT UP, trying to catch her breath. She was in a white room, Stiles and Allison on either side of her. The lights reminded her of a supermarket without shelves, bright enough to hurt her eyes. They turned to take in the room, finding a tree trunk. The walked towards it, Lilith placing her hand on it out of instinct. She was no longer in the white room, but instead in the woods. She wasn't alone, Stiles beside her. Well, the modern day Stiles. The months younger version of herself was with a younger Stiles and Scott, the two running ahead of the asthmatic boy. When the sheriff walked them back to the car, Stiles had tripped over a tree trunk. It was the nemeton.

With this information, the girl woke up, gasping for air like her life depended on it, which it most definitely did. The others ran in as the three teens gasped for breath. "I saw it, I know where it is!" Stiles called as they caught their breaths.

"We passed it. It used to be a huge tree, but it was cut down. It was a stump, but still big enough for Stiles to trip over."

"It was the night we were looking for the body, the night you were bit by Peter."

"I was there with my mother in the car, we almost hit someone," Allison told them, Scott's head shooting to her.

"It was me, you almost hit me," he announced.

"We can find it!" The chorused, the others giving them concerned looks. "what?"

"You guys were out a long time," Isaac told them, Lilith's heart dropping, If they were too late, she didn't know what she'd do.

"How long is a long time?" Stiles asked, also seeming to panic.

"Sixteen hours," Deaton told them. "And the full moon rises in less than four."

"I'm going to see if I can get to Derek and Peter in time, see if they can help. Call me if anything happens," she told them, leaving the clinic.





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Lilith was stood outside the clinic, trying to get to her car quickly, but failing as Kali had stopped her. She was completely unprepared, still soaked from head to toe, and unarmed. She knew her odds of survival were slim to none. "What do you want?" She asked, her voice steady despite knowing what was about to happen to her.

"Relax, I'm not going to kill you," the alpha reassured her dryly, Lilith not believing her. "I just want to talk."

"What about? I mean, it's not like we're friends considering you've tried to kill all of mine," she snapped, her anger growing with the alpha by the second.

"About your parents." Lilith's face fell, eyes going wide. Her body was rigid, trying to process what Kali had just said. How the woman even knew about her parents was beyond her, but that wasn't what concerned her. No, what was more important was what she knew. "I see I've struck a nerve."

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