︎Dakari Stilinski is the older brother of Stiles Stilinski. He was in his senior year, when his entire life changed, his younger brother, dragged him into the woods with their best friend.
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CHAPTER THREE: pack mentality
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DAKARI STILINSKI LISTENED TO THE ODD, VIOLENT DREAM OF SCOTT MCCALL, AS THE YOUNGER ONE EXPLAINED IT.
"So, you killed her?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before." Scott explained.
"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently." Stiles replied.
"Stop oversharing," Dakari says. "I don't want to hear that much information from my little brother."
Scott sighed. "'A; I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B; never give me that much detail about you in bed again."
"Noted. Let me take a guess here -" Stiles spoke again.
"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."
"Of course you wouldn't do that." Dakari tells him. "You're just worried."
"No, of course not. Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take." Stiles told.
"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."
"Who, Derek? You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles looked his best friend as though he was an idiot.
"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."
"How real?"
"Like it actually happened." Scott answered, the three opened up the double doors. The three paused, seeing the bloody mess that had been left of the doors, the door was bent, practicality torn off the bus.
"I think it did." |!¤*'~''~'*¤!| ꋪꍟꎭꍟꎭꌃꍟꋪ ꓄ꃅꍏ꓄ ꈤꀤꁅꃅ꓄ |!¤*'~''~'*¤!|
The three were searching madly for the girl, Scott repeatedly texting her.
"She's probably fine." Stiles told him, trying to calm him down.
