ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴ.

03.| ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴄᴀʟɪꜰᴏʀɴɪᴀ [2]

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.CHAPTER THREE.
[03]. Motel California.
[PART TWO]
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❝ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ❞
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NOW GATHERED IN THE girl's room were Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Hope, Landon, and the twins. They had now been discussing the fact that everything has been going weird tonight. Now only just everything, but everyone had been acting weird. Including Scott, who Allison just spilled some news about.

"The last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon," Allison announces as she walks into the room rubbing her wrists.

Stiles nods in agreement. "Yeah, I know... He was definitely a little off with me, too. But actually, it was Boyd who was really off—I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

Lydia scoffs. "See? It is the motel! Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP before the Werewolves go crazy and kill us." she looks over at Hope. "No offense."

Hope sighs. "None taken... but— What if it's not just the motel?"

"Yeah... The number in the office went up by three, right?" Stiles questions.

Allison brows furrow. "You mean, like three sacrifices?"

"What if this time, it's three Werewolves? Or- three supernaturals?" Stiles states rather than questions.

"Scott and Boyd... but who's the third? Isaac or Hope?" Allison looks over at Hope.

Hope slightly chuckles. "I— I feel fine? So, it's gotta be Issac."

Stiles sighs. "Either way, I— we should keep you close just in case." he pauses. "Maybe we were meant to come here."

"Exactly! So, can we get the hell out of here now? Please?"

Stiles looks over at the counter and sees a bible, he walks over to it. "Wait, hang on. Let me see this: oh, "Twenty-eight-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." he then dumbs the rest of the news cutouts out the bible.