About To Be Known [Book 3]

Walking To My Death

Notes:

Hello.
It's been almost 2 months.
Honestly, I hadn't written anything at all in these two months until today. But to make up for it, I wrote three chapters. And I mean 3 full chapters, not one chapter that I split into three because I did that sometimes, and that wasn't really the same thing. I had a really cool idea, and I wanted to add it to the story. So I did, and it took me three chapters to do that.

Anyway, I'm sure a lot of things happened within these three months that I have not posted in my life, but I don't remember anything at this moment, so I'm not going to write anything in the notes. Besides buying a really expensive hoodie a few days ago and eating some delicious pizza last night, I don't remember anything that happened this month, so yeah.

I am starting school again on the 8th. But I only have one class a week so it's not really a big deal and I'm sure I'll have more time to write. Oh yeah, that's why I didn't write. I totally forgot that finals took up so much of my time. I can't believe I forgot about finals; what the fuck. I am very sleep-deprived as it is currently 8 a.m. in the morning, and I have not slept since I had some delicious pizza yesterday, so yeah. Honestly, I don't know where I'm going with this peace. Oh yeah, if you've never tried grandma-style pizza, you are missing out on life. It's not for everyone, especially if you really like cheese, but for people who are lactose intolerant, that is the pizza for you if you don't like tomato sauce, that is not the pizza for you, just FYI, LOL.

Brooklyn does pizza really well in general, but the grandma-style pizza at this one place is so good. If I wasn't careful, I could have definitely eaten the whole pie by myself, and it's like a lot of slices because it's like a square pie. But I could eat that whole thing by myself; it's THAT good.

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Stiles POV:

So Google proved pretty useless. I find with most supernatural things; if it's not written in a worn-down book or in a language nobody's ever heard of, it's probably not helpful. It's like the unofficial rule of all things supernatural. If you ever want to find information about whatever, you have to go down a long path of bullshit before you get to any real facts. And unfortunately for me, there is no information on Google about the 'wild hunt' or any information that I could make heads or tails off of. Apparently, with everyone forgetting about stuff, it makes it hard to write legends and stuff. There was some bullshit written in German that not even my translating app could help me with.

Basically, I was going around in circles finding absolutely no information that helped me. At some point in the middle of the night, I decided to just say fuck it and go to sleep because I had to start getting ready to leave soon. Even though I would be leaving in three...no...two days, I had to gather some stuff together.

I also texted Hayley that I was going to be late in coming to New Orleans. I told her something came up with my father, and I had to go see him. I didn't give her the full details because I didn't want to stress her out or make her have to ever experience the hellishness of Beacon Hills. But I did let her know that Peter might meet her there or something along those lines. Peter was down to chill in this apartment for a few weeks until I got back. But I said that he should go ahead of me if I don't come back in a while. I expected this to take time.

When is a problem in Beacon Hills quick and easy?

Never!

Two days pass....

I was piling everything in my Jeep with Lydia and Rei. Our plan was to drive to the airport and meet Damon tomorrow morning at the airport in Cali. The whole trip was kind of a blur; we were rushing. Well, I was rushing, and so was everyone else.