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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"YOU HAD AN ARROW ACROSS YOUR CHEST," whispered to her Derek as they walked towards the entrance of the school, following Isaac, Scott, and Malia. "I think that's my biggest fear."
"Derek... I needed to make sure my mom thought I was dead. Sorry for scaring you."
Derek scoffed. "Scaring me? You freaked the hell out of me."
"I knew you'd be able to hear my heartbeat," she told him. "Something my mother isn't capable of doing. And Deaton had a plan."
"Just... don't scare me like that ever again." Amelia raised her eyebrows. "What?"
She shrugged. "Nothing just... Now we are even."
Derek frowned as he looked at her. "Even? What are you— Oh, I got it."
Amelia chuckled a bit before the group walked into the school, noticing two statues in the middle of the hallway.
Peter and Dahlia.
"They aren't dead," said Malia as she looked at the statues. "They can't be."
Derek stared at Peter. "There's a heartbeat, but it's faint. Same with Dahlia." The heard a metal creaking and Derek looked up. "We're not alone."
They heard some footsteps approaching, but Scott remained his eyes on the statue of Peter, who was actually Peter.
"Scott?" Called him Amelia.
"I think I know how to catch it," whispered Scott.
That was some good news.
• • •
Scott asked Stiles to get something from the Armory.
They were hiding behind a wall as the hunters were running through the hallways.
"We can't just hide," whispered Malia. "Peter and Dahlia are not gonna last like that."
Derek raised his eyebrows. "Neither will we if that thing finds us too."
"We've got to wait for Stiles," demanded Scott and Amelia simply tensed the string of her bow.
"I'm not waiting here," Malia whispered before running downstairs.
Isaac, Derek, Amelia and Scott looked at each other before they started running too, following Malia.
"Malia, you have to wait," started Scott but he was stopped by the sound of footsteps.
They all turned around to see Monroe aiming a gun right towards Scott before pressing the trigger, shooting Scott right in the chest.
"Scott," called him Malia and Scott shook his head.
