𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
Now, a new threat attacks Beacon Hills, and this time plays with Amelia's feeling when the question she never thought she'd ask arrives.
Who
Is
Stiles?
...
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"YOUR MOTHER!?" Asked Scott on the phone. "Your mother agreed to help us?"
Amelia sighed. "And we have a way to stop her. It's not pleasant but it doesn't involve killing anybody. Now, why am I meeting Lydia and Malia at the morgue?"
"She's trying to connect with the Hellhound. He guided her to the woods towards the faceless body and that dead pack of wolves," he informed her and Amelia raised her eyebrows.
"The dead Hellhound?"
Scott exhaled. "Just help them. Call me if anything happens."
"I got a pimple, is that call worthy?"
He hung up the phone and Amelia couldn't help but to smile widely before entering the morgue, finding Lydia laying on the examination table right in front the tray with the dead Hellhound.
Malia turned around to look at her, walking towards the protector as she stared at Lydia, confused.
"She's trying to connect," Malia explained in a whisper. "Trying to figure out how did he send her to the woods to find the faceless body and also, the other half of the Anuk-ite," she told her and Amelia raise an eyebrow.
"He's dead," was the thing Amelia said before approaching Lydia, whispering. "Anything yet?"
The girl opened her eyes. "No, and nothing was happening also three minutes ago when Malia asked."
Lydia proceeded to sit down, and Malia and Amelia stared at her in confusion.
"It's not working," announced Lydia.
Amelia scoffed. "Am I the only one noticing that the guy has a bullet in his head?" She asked to the two girls before sighing. "Maybe you should touch him."
Lydia approached them before looking at the dead Hellhound. "That's ridiculous. There's no way—"
But Amelia grabbed the girl by the wrist, placing the palm of her hand on the body. "Anything?"
"Nothing," replied Lydia and Amelia lifted the blanket a bit, making Lydia touch his chest and the girl groaned, disgusted.
"What about now?" Malia questioned, curious.
Lydia shook her head. "Nope." Amelia made her touch his face and Lydia stood back. "Okay, stop."
Malia turned the head of the Hellhound to the side, revealing his neck. "I could try it."
But Lydia didn't seem convinced. "You could damage his brain, maybe even more than the bullet already has."
Malia positioned the face of the man correctly before walking away from the corpse.
