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Stiles Stilinski (Part 2)

It had been a few weeks since you had moved away from Beacon Hills, because the stress from having to save the town constantly from the supernatural was slowly destroying you. You had settled into your new home with your parents, and nothing felt off. Well, nothing and everything felt off.

For once, you weren't going out until three in the morning each night, trying to track down and fight a second werewolf pack that was sometimes trying to kill you, and other times trying to save you. But that also meant no Scott, no Lydia, no Allison, and most importantly no Stiles. That was the part that felt so unnatural that you wish you could have them back without all of the supernatural world drama.

You had settled in fine to your new home, but school was a different problem. It's not that the kids were mean or rude, you just didn't really talk to anyone. You didn't raise your hand in class to answer every single question like you used to at Beacon Hills High School, and you always sat alone at lunch.

It was Tuesday night, and you were currently laying down on your bed while working on some Biology homework. Your mind had finally stopped running wild long enough for you to sit down and actually work, not constantly having to worry about checking over your shoulder to make sure your window was shut.

That is until your phone started buzzing on your desk from across the room. You groaned, rolling off your bed and walking to pick your buzzing phone up. When you saw the contact, you almost dropped your phone back onto the table. Scotts phone number was flashing across your screen. You didn't give it a second thought as you swiped right, hanging up the call before it even began.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned around, about to start walking back to your bed when suddenly your phone starts buzzing again, the same name and number showing up. While swearing under your breath, you picked up the phone, answering the call and bringing it up to your ear.

"What Scott," you ask in a hard tone. You knew it wasn't his fault that you had gotten dragged into the supernatural world, but he was the only one you could blame at the moment.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n) listen to me! You have to get back right now! There is something else in Beacon Hills, and it's got-"

"Scott no!" You snap. "I am done with the supernatural, and I am done with you and your pack! Just leave me alone!"

"(Y/n) wait! Stiles! It's got Stiles!"

This shuts you up real quick, and you almost gasp from shock. This thing, whatever it was, has the boy that you care so much about that you would jump in front of a freaking train for. You didn't want to admit it, but you couldn't hang up now.

"It's called the Nogitsune. It's some sort of seperate being that can posses people in their sleep. It's inside Stiles's mind right now, and none of us can get through to him. He's threatening to destroy all of Beacon Hills. Look if anyone is going to be able to get through to him, it's you. Please (Y/n). You have to come back."

"Scott I can't. I don't want to be a part of the supernatural world anymore. I don't want any of it." You were trying to decide if you should be shouting or sobbing, but you settled for a whisper.

"(Y/n) please. If not for Beacon Hills, or any of us, do it for Stiles. He needs you right now."

You opened your mouth to say something, but all that came out we're choked stutters. Before you could change your mind, you hung up the phone, and shared your location with Scott, hoping he would get the idea that you were heading back to Beacon Hills.

After you packed an overnight bag, and ran downstairs, completely ignoring your parents questioning before bolting out the front door, and towards your car.