The Raven- Teen Wolf

Chapter 25

Phoebes POV:

Water burns my lungs as I try and breathe.

My limbs flail at random, trying to claw at anything and everything.

And then, it just stops.

I sit up out of the water at a inhumane pace. My breath is rough and shallow. I cough up the water that has filled my chest.

My eyes squint at the bright lights. Why are there bright lights? My vision clears up to reveal an all white room with blinding lights.

I hesitantly remove myself from the ice cold water that suddenly feels safer than wherever I am. Looking to the right stands three more tubs. All of which still contain my submerged friends.

I scramble over to them, clutching my arms to stop them from shivering. My friends lay still with no movement.

I shake Allison but there is no response. Then Scott. Then Stiles. Still no response. How am I supposed to guide them when they're unconscious? How am I supposed to guide at all? I have never heard of witches that can guide, I just went along with it because it gave my friends a better fighting chance.

Are they dead? Have I died? I have lied to Isaac, I told him I would be fine. I told myself I would be back to hold him in my arms.

In the distance, a brown blob sits on the ground.

I slowly make my way over to it. The closer I get, the more realization hits me. The Nemeton.

Some green moss and grass cover the bottom roots of the bark. Other than that, the tree is cut down pretty short. Multiple rings and how wide it is tells me that it's more than a hundred years old.

More.

I whip my head around, trying to find where the whisper came from. Its voice is low and raspy.

More.

"Hello?"

More. The voice is next to me. No- it's in the Nemeton.

"More what?" I ask cautiously and curiously.

I'm not expecting a response but it does.

Sacrifices.

How can something be so fear inducing? Shivers run down my spine and I feel a sudden chill.

Sacrifices fuel the Nemeton to what it is now. It started with the Druids. They're a type of witch, not my type, luckily.

"My friends are the last sacrifices you'll ever get," I hiss angerly. Jennifer has sacrificed too many people, and I won't let her take my friends or their parents.

No! It roars. I'll find a way. I will always find a way.

"I'll stop you," I say, dignified. "Whatever way you find, I will put an end to it. No more dead bodies piling up. No more of my friends dying."

You are so sure of yourself, for someone so young.

I scoff. I'm really having a conversatipon with a tree root, I'm losing it. "And what are you- a thousand years old? Your magic is old, cracked and broken."

Old magic is powerful, girl. Yours is wild and out of control. Strong, yet still fragile.

"It is not. I'm in control."

And that freak out you had this morning? That feeling of your magic about to purge out. What would've happened if Lydia Martin didn't come and distract you from your own emotions?