I stay sitting in the car waiting for Stiles. Bored out of my werewolf mind,
"How am I going to tell him" I whisper to myself, impending doom lurking in each scenario that plays out in my head
"Tell me what?" A voice questions, Stiles opening the car door and getting in.
"It's, uh, it's nothing. I'll tell you later. Can we go to that party now?" I say
"Oh, yeah, let's go. It already started I think so Allison and Lydia should be there." Stiles says
We drive in comfortable silence, our hands intertwined, Taylor Swift playing on the radio.
Using my other hand I turn up the radio and start singing, I see Stiles peaking at me with a smile on his face.
He pulls into the loft's parking lot. We unlock hands and get out of the car. Walking into the complex and up to the loft doors, sliding them open and walking in- the noise and lights dampening all of my senses.
Stiles takes my hand and pulls me to the body painter,
"What color is your bra?" He voice a bit darker than usual, eyes filling with lust and desire
"White, and it's a sport bra" I reply
"Amazing, take off your shirt." He says
"What?" The question rings quietly in the loud environment
"Do you trust me?" He asks, hands crossed across his chest.
"Yes, of course." I say a sweet poison lacing my tone, he's entire question emitting an obvious tone of sexual appeal.
I grab the ends of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head, slowly throwing it to the ground of my brother's building. He grabs my hand and puts it on the hem of his shirt, I close my hand around the base and slowly lift the shirt above his toned abs, using my other hand to trace my fingers from his waistline to the top of his abs, grabbing the shirt with both hands now I pull it over his head completely.
I throw his shirt next to mine. He lets go of my hand, now grabbing a pot of fluorescent y/f/c paint. He leans in close to me and whispers
"Happy birthday, Wolfie" His breath hot on my neck, lips centimeters away from kissing me.
"Thank you, my love" I say, my arms wrapping around his neck. My lips connecting with his, interlocking, passionate and intense.
Stiles gently pushes me off and starts painting my body, leaving me a bit out of it.
As he finishes up, I grab a pot of blue paint and start painting claw marks on his chest, and I paint my lips and kiss him on the neck.
"Y/n, you should go see Allison and Lydia, I have to talk to Caitlyn, she's the girl that's girlfriend got taken during the sacrifices." He says kissing me on the cheek and walking away.
I smile as he walks away, I look around and my eyes land on Lydia. I walk up to her and Allison.
"Hey guys, how's it going? What's you think of the party?" I ask, a smile on my face.
Allison drops her cup, Lydia stumbles.
"Y/n? Oh my god! You're alive?" Both of them say, or at least variations of it.
Lydia is the first to pull me into a hug, Allison pulling is both into a hug.
We catch up for a few minutes before Lydia pipes up.
"Im going to grab us new drinks babe. I'll be right back." She says with a quick peck on Allison's lips before walking away.
"Babe?" I ask, a curious look on my face with a hinting smirk.
"We've been together for a few weeks. But when I confessed we both found out we've liked each other since we met." Allison says.
The look in her eyes telling me how deeply she cares about Lydia. It's the same look I've seen Stiles give me and the look Scott gave Kira earlier tonight, even though his emotions give off a longing so I assume they aren't together.
"So how have the other students of Beacon Hills taken your "resurrection"?" Allison asks me,
"Only Stiles, Scott, Kira and you two know so I'm not sure how I'll be treated." I reply
"Yeah, that makes sense." She says
"I feel like Lydia has been gone awhile, don't you?" Allison says.
"Yeah, actually-" I get cut off by a loud voice roaring,
"Get out! Party's over"
I could recognize that voice anywhere, Derek.
I run over to him and pull him into a tight hug. It takes him a second to register, but by the way his hug tightens he knows, he knows it his sister and he knows she's alive.
"Happy birthday, I figured you weren't dead." He says calmly per usual
"Would've been great if you had come find me then." I say crossing my arms.
"Well, idiot. I did, where do you think I was?" He replies
I look to the floor, the thought of him actually trying to save me never have crossed my mind. It seems to have clicked with him too.
"You really think I wouldn't try? You think I would just give up on you? We're family, Y/n, family don't give up on each other. I would never give up on you." He says pulling me back into a hug.
"I know, I, I just assumed you thought I was dead." I say
His mouth opening to speak but we both get cut off with these ninja looking men in masks literally appearing in the room.
Claws extending and reflexes triggering, when the masked men walk towards me I slash at them, missing.
One of them grabs my arms and the other grabs my neck placing a hand behind my ear. I resist my it's no use getting out of the death grip they hold.
I look into the eyes of the one in-front of me, his eyes glow and my body goes limp and cold, the ninjas drop their grip on me. I fall to the floor in a heap, shuddering with cold, my healing functions betraying me.
I lie on the floor, watching the rest of the fight play out. The werewolves getting their asses whopped. The men leave, as fast as they arrived in a thick plume of black smoke.
Scott, noticing my state first, runs over to me. A loom of concern plastered on his face.
"I, I don't know what to do." He says looking mostly at Derek
"Break one of her bones, it should trigger the healing effect." Derek replies eyes trailing my body to try and get a better glimpse of my condition.
Scott listening to Derek, grabs my arm. He quickly apologies for the pain I'll have to endure. He snaps my arm, and I groan in pain. I feel the bone heal under my skin, warmth reaching the rest of my body, it worked, thank god.
Derek kneels down, grabbing my hand and pulling me up.
"Are you alright?" He questions
"Yeah, I just want to go home." I say reaching for my phone.
Typing in Stiles' number in and hit dial,
"Hey, could you come pick me up?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in ten." He replies, quickly hanging up. I go up to my room, I take off the body paint and grab something more comfortable.
I go back downstairs and see Stiles talking with Derek.
"Hey, you ready?" He says after seeing me.
"Yeah, let's go." I say grabbing his hand and walking out the loft.
"Are you alright? Derek told me what happened." He asks after we get into the Jeep.
"Yeah, I'm fine now, let's just get home and watch a movie." I say reassuring him.
That is the chapter folks, the next one is going to be very exciting to write 😭 let's be patient and pray that I can do it fast anyway hope you enjoy and remember
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FanfictionTHIS IS BOOK 2 IN THE LOST AND FOUND SERIES. GO READ LONG LOST 😡 After Y/n dies, how does Stiles cope? How does he continue his life without his Wolfie? Does he truly believe she's dead, or does he fight what everyone else thinks and prove she's al...
