Season of the Witch ↠ Isaac Lahey [1]

03; into the woods

03; INTO THE WOODS

Wren let out a loud yawn and swung her legs off the bed, before pulling a comfy jumper over her head. After the others ditched her, Wren stayed at the party, though not having as much fun as before. She mostly spent the night texting Allison to make sure she was okay, before escaping to one of the guest bedrooms to feed Prada and to let her out of the cage. She fell asleep after, thankfully she had already arranged with Lydia that she was going to stay over.

She stumbled downstairs, letting out a loud yawn as Prada followed at her heels. After letting the dog into the garden, she grabbed some aspirin for her headache and went outside. Lydia wasn’t awake yet and Wren didn’t dare venture into her room as she assumed Jackson stayed over last night. She really didn’t want to walk in at a bad time. Her phone started to ring and she frowned at the name.

Dumbass #2.

“Hey Stiles.” She answered.

“H-h-hey Wren!” He exclaimed, making her wince.

“Mind the volume, yeah?” She mumbled. “Some of us aren’t feeling too great.”

“Right, right, sorry.” He said, this time quieter. “Where are you right now? You didn’t walk home or something, did you?”

“No, I stayed at Lydia’s, why?” She asked. Why did he seem so worried about whether she got home or not?

“No reason! Just being a concerned friend you know!” He exclaimed, making Wren wince again. “Did, uh, someone like maybe, Derek Hale by any chance talk to you after I left?”

She raised her eyebrows. “No, why would he do that?” She asked.

“Uh, um, just ‘cause he was talking to you and he was kind of creepy and I was just checking he didn’t come back after! Just making sure you’re okay.” Stiles replied.

Wren paused. “Right. Is there any reason why you sound weirder than usual?”

“W-what! Everything’s fine, I don’t sound….” He trailed off.

“Stiles?” She said. “You there?”

“Uh, Wren I’m gonna have to call you back.” He said.

“Stiles, wait what’s-“He hung up. “For fucks sake!” Wren exclaimed in frustration. What the hell was going on with him? She let out a sigh and picked up Prada, bringing the dog inside and shutting the door behind her. She decided to not dwell over whatever the fuck was going with him and poured herself another glass of water.

She pulled out her phone, deciding to look at the pictures she had taken the night before. The door opened and she jumped in surprise. “Jesus Delgado!” Jackson exclaimed. “Didn’t know you were here.”

“I thought you were here, that’s why I didn’t go into Lydia’s room.” She explained.

Jackson smirked as he opened the fridge. “Smart move.”

“Ew.” Wren muttered as she scrolled through her pictures. Her eyebrows rose as she came across a picture of Scott and Allison. “What the hell?” She muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Jackson asked as he poured a glass of orange juice.

“The picture.” She showed him the picture. The picture was fine, apart from the weird bright yellow glow that covered Scott’s face.

“Probably just the flash or something.” Jackson said.

“Right yeah.” She said. It wasn’t just that picture though; it was coming up on every picture she had taken that had Scott in it. Her frowned deepened when she saw a picture that not only had Scott in it, but Derek Hale too, surprisingly. The yellow glow covered his face too.