❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
( riddled — letharia vulpina, pt. i ) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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WHAT'S WRONG WITH STILES?
ANDREA was woken up by the constant ringing that came from her phone, making her push herself up into a sitting position so that she could check her phone. The phone call came from Scott, though she shouldn't even be surprised—he always calls her at the worst possible times.
"Scott, I am going to kill you," she muttered sleepily while rubbing both of her eyes, not caring that the boy she was threatening was her Alpha.
"Stiles is missing."
That three words sentence successfully earned the girl's consciousness, "What? How'd you know?"
"He called me," the boy explained. "He didn't know where he was, and he said he was freezing. Look, I don't know, Andy. Just meet me at Stiles' house."
After the boy hung up on her, she changed her clothes and left the house, starting her trip to where the Stilinski boy lived. Getting there in time to see Scott and Isaac get off of the bike, she instantly scurried her way toward the two.
"Did you tell Noah?" Andrea questioned as the three made their way inside the house using the duplicate that Scott had.
"No," Scott shook his head.
The girl's eyes went wide, "Why the hell not?"
"Look, I promised Stiles that I wouldn't tell—" Scott cut himself off upon seeing Lydia and Aiden standing in the middle of the Stilinski boy's room. "How did you know? Did he call you too?"
"I heard it."
But before any of the three could react, Aiden had already interrupted them, "Don't ask. It gets more confusing when you ask."
"Not as confusing as this," Lydia stated, turning around to Stiles' bed. The red strings that were usually on the investigation board were now attached to the middle of his bed with scissors. "He uses red for unsolved cases."
"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case?" Aiden took a guess.
"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac added with his usual monotonous attitude, which Andrea was completely used to by now.
"Hold on," Lydia interrupted. "Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"
"He said that he was in an industrial basement somewhere," Scott stated.
Isaac nodded, "We came here to get a better scent."
"What else did he say?" the strawberry-blonde questioned, seemingly getting more and more worried by the second.
