17 year old Amara Argent moves to Beacon Hills, with her twin sister Allison, only to find the world of the supernatural awaiting at her feet. Realizing she may be closer to the supernatural than she thought with a family full of hunters and unexpla...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a call from Stiles which was becoming a constant thing I was not okay with. "Stillinski, if this is not important I will personally kill you in your sleep," I threatened, I heard a quiet laugh from the other end. "Hello to you too, my lovely best friend," Stiles greeted sarcastically, "Thankfully for me it is important. So I was getting my jeep fixed thanks to a certain new, hot, blonde werewolf and a weird reptile thing killed the mechanic." "What? Stiles are you okay?" I questioned in alarm shooting up from my bed and stating to change my pants and grab a coat. "Yeah, Scott's gonna meet us and the police are on their way," He explained with a sigh. "Alright, See you soon. Love you," I said quickly before hanging up and getting in my car. When I got to the place Stiles texted me to meet them I saw the Sheriff and Stiles talking. Stiles turned around running his hand down his face he noticed me and smiled. I walked over to him smiling a little bit before giving him a hug. "You alright?" I questioned letting my worry show. He let go of me and smiled a little bit although he looked more tired than anything else. "Yeah, don't worry mom," he joked wryly, "All good." I rolled my eyes and hugged him again. "You keep getting yourself stuck in dangerous situations, then yeah I'll have to keep momming you," I chided, "Well you make a pretty good mom, Mara," He admitted. We walked to my car and waited for Scott. Scott hopped into the back of my car and looked at Stiles, "You okay?" "Yes, I promise you both I'm okay," Stiles exclaimed before turning to Scott, "You were right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them." "What do you mean?" Scott asked him and I faced him my brows drawn in confusion. "You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is?" Stiles explained and I nodded, "Are you saying you know who it is?" "No, but I think they knew me," Stiles told us. "Well that's just lovely, My bets are on Jackson him and his greasy face has always felt a little reptilian to me," I theorized. Scott shook his head a small smile playing on his face, "Just because you don't like him doesn't mean he's a killer," Scott defended and Stiles scoffed "It totally means that, I like your theory," Stiles argued, I smiled pointing to Stiles as I faced Scott, "Thank you, Stiles." Stiles smiled and nodded while Scott just shook his head not even trying to hide his laughter, "What am I gonna do with you guys?" "Oh, you know you love us, Scotty boy," I told him with an innocent smile, tilting my head. "Unfourtantly I do, Night guys," Scott said before exiting the car. I drove Stiles home then went back to bed myself.
