❛my reputation's never been worse so, he must like me for me❜
⫍𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 '𝘷𝘢𝘭 '𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 was born to fulfill the legacy of her coven: to be the strongest witch alive. after a tragedy, she finds herself in beacons hills, discovering the de...
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⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼⎼○•∙chapter eight ☪︎
❛the aftermath.❜
It didn't take long for Val to return to her house. Her feet dragged behind her, not because the fight drained her, but because it was way past midnight. The girl twisted the handle and walked into her shadow-ridden house which was utterly silent. May must've gone out, she thought.
The sounds of her phone vibrating against the table caught her attention. The only sound apart from her shoes clicking ended when she grabbed it.
She recognized the name. "Hey, Stiles. Is something wrong?"
His familiar voice sounded from the other side. "Yes, actually. Lydia found a body by the pool. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere-- it's like The-frickin'-Shining over here! If two little twin girls come out of the woods and start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised..."
Val paused and shook her head. "Wait. Are you sure?" she asked, well aware that her question was stupid.
"That it was her?" he exclaimed incredulously. "Val, who else is going around ripping throats out-"
"I know!" She cut him off, squeezing her eyes shut in frustration. "Look. I'm supposed to be tracking Cora right now. In her state, I don't think it's possible for her to travel that far-"
Stiles sighed. "Alright," he said sympathetically. "But I'm only checking this corpse a second time for you, okay?"
Uncontrollably, she smiled to herself and waited for a response through the phone. "Yep. Looks pretty torn out to me. Pretty werewolf-y if you ask me, right Lydia?" he said, sounding more distant. The girl seemed to ignore his comment. "Well. That's all I got for you."
A part of her didn't want the call to end. She kept the phone to her ear as she grabbed a leather-bound and fraying book from the shelf. "Okay," she responded.
