𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ➪ 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 ²

"Void Is Such A Cockblock."

Chapter Eight

Dakota slowly woke up, her head was pounding but the ache was starting to fade as she massaged her temples with a groan.

"Dakota?" A voice asked, she knew that voice. Suddenly everything came back to her, she instantly curled up and moved away from the spirit inhabiting Stiles.

"Stay away from me." She growled, her eyes flashing a bright gold.

"Kota, it's me." Not Stiles pressed as he tried to get close to her but she just crawled back against the head board of the bed, her movements quick and jerky as she glanced at the door of Stiles' room that was wide open.

"You knocked me out!"

"That wasn't me!" He exclaims, his eyes frantically looking at her. She doesn't believe his words. This could be another trick, so she uses something she can trust.

His scent.

She takes a small sniff and she's hit with the soft and sweet smell that is Stiles Stilinski, but that's not all. She's also overwhelmed by the smell of guilt coming off of him in tidal waves.

It was him, Stiles was back.

Her gold eyes faded back to hazel, "Sti?"

"You believe me?" He frowns from the end of the bed, he's fiddling with his fingers and his hair looks like he's being tugging at it viciously, his eyes are also red rimmed like he's been crying alot.

Dakota climbs off of the bed and slowly makes her way over to him, he stands there with his arms infront of him, hands interlocked in a show of good faith. Showing that he won't do anything to hurt her. She hesitates as she goes to cup his face, his honey brown red rimmed eyes scanning her expression for something, anything.

"What happened to you, Sti?" She whispered as she caressed his cheek, her fingers gently sliding over his face as she counts the constellations scattered on his skin.

He sniffs, a tear rolling down his cheek. "It was—It was like I was trapped, Kota. Void he... when he takes over I have no control over anything he does. I have to watch him cause havoc and hurt everyone." He caressed her cheek, "I had to watch him hurt you." He whispers with a shake in his voice. "Its like I have a front row seat to watching everyone get hurt and die right infront of me and I can't do anything to stop it. No matter how much I scream and yell until my throat hurts, he just does it anyway. I-I don't know what to do anymore. I can't stop him."

Dakota bites her lip as tears pool in her eyes. She's then pulling Stiles into an embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck while his arms squeeze her waist.