In which a huntress falls in love with her
best friend while the supernatural over takes their life.
"I'm starting to think that you're just being difficult!"
"𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹�...
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Restraint 2x07
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𝗙𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 the brink of falling asleep when she got a call from stiles."Hello?" Freya's voice was scratchy.
"Freya Jackson got out. And on top of that Lydia was able to translate the bestiary page's, He being controlled, hold on i'm going to merge our call with Allison. " Freya literally wanted to cry.
"if Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him." Allison spoke.
"Or he doesn't remember..." Scott trailed off.
"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Freya asked the other three.
"A fugue state?" Allison asked the girl she had a crush on.
"He'd have to forget everything. The murder–" Scott began.
"--Getting rid of the blood–" Allison finished with him, a ping of jealousy rushed through Freya.
"Yeah, he had help with one thing, though-- the video. And someone else helped him forget that." Stiles spoke up again.
"Whoever's controlling him." Scott spoke through the phone.
"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Freya questions.
"He thinks he's still becoming a Werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing..." Stiles spoke.
"So, do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison asked.
"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah..." Scott trailed off.
"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison questioned.
"Yeah, it's us! He'll talk to us, right?" Scott questioned.
"Ten bucks on Matt." Freya spoke as a laugh rang through Freya was able to identify it as stiles.
