I Woke up in a box. I couldn't move. The last thing I remembered was the Hale house setting on fire. I didn't know how long I'd been in that box. I couldn't open the box and there was no light so I presumed I was underground. "Derek! Chris! Peter!" I screamed for help. I couldn't do anything. My last resource was to use my werewolf growl, so I did. Nothing happened for around 5 minutes, but then I heard a voice, "Come on Scott. Someone could be alive down there. Possibly dying." "I know Stiles," I heard another voice. After a while the box opened. I breathed in all the air I could as the 2 boys pulled me out. I could barely move my legs. "Are you okay?" One of the boys asked. "Yes and No. My legs aren't working. Who are you guys?" I tried to stand but couldn't. "I'm Stiles and that's Scott. Your safe. Now, who are you?" Stiles smiled. "Y/N. Y/N Argent. I have a brother. His names Chris Argent," I introduced myself. "We know him. Can you shift back to human?" Scott asked. I shook my head faint from the lack of oxygen I had in the box. "Okay. We have to get you to the hospital," Scott picked me up holding me in his arms and I slowly fainted.
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