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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THEY WERE GETTING CLOSER. Not only she could hear the gunshots, but their steps.
Scott was hiding in the column next to her. They were too many, and they couldn't handle them all.
"Amy!" Scott yelled and the girl turned around to look at one of the hunters with a gun, aiming at her head.
The girl opened her eyes widely and right before she was about to cover herself, a car hit the man, tossing him away.
Amelia panted before looking up, seeing Stiles in his jeep, looking at the girl.
"Didn't think you're doing this without me, did you?" Amelia chuckled before seeing Derek stepping front, looking at the girl.
"Without us?"
Amelia smiled at the guy before he jumped towards the hunters, hitting them one by one as he growled at them.
Amelia quickly grabbed her bow from the floor and placed an arrow on the string, tensing it quickly before stepping away from the hiding place, helping Derek by shooting at the legs of the hunters, making them fall back.
They all proceeded to fight. Amelia kept releasing arrows before she noticed she wasn't the only one.
She turned around to see Allison standing next to Dahlia. As the Argent kept hitting the men with her arrows, Dahlia pulled out her sword from her back, fighting them face to face
"Was that—?" Started asking Scott and Amelia cut him off.
"No time!" She yelled before she kept releasing arrows.
But before they could do more, they noticed how Monroe and some of her men got inside their cars, leaving, running away.
And Allison was also gone.
Stiles helped Amelia stand up from the floor, the couple looking at each other.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this," he snapped at her, making Amelia sigh. "Not a word. Not a single word."
"We had reasons," she replied as they started walking. "Really good reasons."
They all stood in front of the agonizing Deucalion, who was sitting against a column, panting.
"Gerard," he said, stammering. "What he fears most... He can't beat you." He looked at Scott, gasping a bit. "And he knows it."
And with those last words, Deucalion was gone.
They all remained in silence for a few seconds before Malia talked.
"It's really started, hasn't it?" Asked the werecoyote and Stiles looked at her.
"What started?"
Scott stood upfront the ground, turning around as he panted. "It's an all-out war."
