ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

∇ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ's ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ∇

◾Stiles◾

I stare down at Melody's peaceful face. Scott brought her back to his house and called to tell me that she's alright. She's currently resting in the spare room that used to house Isaac who left Beacon Hills shortly after Allison died. Her eye lids flutter open and her sleepy eyes find mine.

"Stiles..."

"Hey, right here." I sit down on the edge of the bed and take her hand, holding it firmly, stroking the back of her hand with my thumb. "How you feeling?"

"Weak."

"Scott said you should feel better in the morning. He's letting you stay here so just go back to sleep. Rest. So you can get better." She gazes up at me and even though I can tell she's a little foggy from sleep I can also see a small amount of fear in her eyes. She came so close to dying thanks to Garrett. Fucking asshole!

"Will... will you stay with me until I fall back asleep?" She asks in a whisper and my heart aches at the way her voice breaks. "Of course." She nods and I hear a small sob escape her mouth as I lay down next to her, pulling her closer, letting her bury her face in my chest, crying silently, shoulders shaking.

It breaks my heart to see her so vulnerable. The last time she came that close to dying she was turned into a werewolf and her Naiad self was taken from her. And then almost killed by wolfsbane. I cradle her head as she cries not knowing what else to do. "I love you, Melody. So, so, so much. And I'd go completely insane if anything ever happened to you."

It was the truth. I was in the middle of completely shutting down when the Calaveras took Melody with them and the only reason I didn't give up was because Scott kept telling me to have hope. "I love you too, Stiles," she says her response muffled by my shirt. I rub her back in a comforting manner as her sobs slowly peter out and turn into sniffles.

Thunder rumbles outside and I see a flash of lighting before listening to the raindrops pattering against the window. Melody's breathing had become even and I realize she's asleep. I carefully pull away from her trying my absolute hardest not to rouse her. I manage to disengage and look down into her tear streaked face.

I gently brush the trails from her cheeks before pressing my lips to her forehead. "Good night, little wolf," I whisper to her after I pull away and roll off the bed, straightening up, and heading back to Scott's room. He's still on the floor with the duffel bag full of cash where I'd left him.

I settle down opposite from him and he gazes at me with sympathy. "How is she?"

"Don't pretend like you weren't listening," I reply and he bites his lip guiltily. "Sorry, man."

"I'm not mad. It's just... she almost died, Scott. Again!"

"I know, but what are you gonna do? Ask her to never leave your house?"

"I'm seriously debating it." He gives me a look and shakes his head. "She'd never allow us to baby her. In fact I'm a hundred percent sure she'd be pissed if we tried."

"Then let her be pissed at least she'd be alive."

"Stiles, those killers got to Melody's mom in the comfort of her own apartment. Do you really think they wouldn't come after Melody at your house?" I make a noise of frustration and rake my hand through my hair because I knew he was right. "At least if we're all together we can protect ourselves. Safety in numbers."

"You're right. Let's just see what the hell is on this thing," I say as I pick up the cassette tape and Scott plucks it from my hand before putting it into his player. He presses play and we silently listen as a man's voice comes through the speakers.