CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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FIREFLIES

"Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide

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"Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide."
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When the scream dies on my lips, my head falls toward the steering wheel, heavy with a weight not even the worst migraines I've had could compete with. I pick my head up slowly, vision blurry for a moment before it starts to clear up again. Bringing my hand to my forehead, I rub my right temple, applying pressure since that's where I feel the cluster of pain coming from.

I don't understand what's just happened. Sure, there have been plenty of times that I've felt the need to scream, but that's usually out of frustration or anger. This felt different. It felt like some sort of warning, or a call that something has already happened. But that's insane. I know I've seen a lot of things that are insane, and lived some as well, but this?

No, this happened and that's the last time I'll think about it.

So, with an aching head and the curious thoughts of what just occurred pushed to the back of my mind, I flip on my directional and navigate my Tacoma back onto the road, heading for the dance studio. After everything that's already started in town again after four months of normal, it definitely is kind of nice to be getting back to things I used to use to escape from all of this.

My phone starts to vibrate in the pocket of my school bag. Carefully, I reach for it and find Stiles' contact on the screen, so I accept the call and put it on speaker, placing the device in the cupholder between the two front seats.

"Hello?" I greet, clearing the hoarseness that the scream left behind in my throat.

"We got a problem," he says in response, and worry immediately stirs in my chest.

That's not at all what someone wants to hear when their friend has embarked on something akin to a suicide mission to save another one of your classmates and a random girl.

"What kind of problem?" I ask, drawing my brow.

"Okay, okay," Stiles begins, taking a breath. "While Peter and I were here, I was asking why the Alpha pack would wait for the full moon to kill Boyd and the other girl and not any time they wanted to, right?" I make a hum of agreement since he can't see me nod. "Okay, so Peter asked what the walls were made of and we discovered that the walls in the bank vault are made of hecatolite."

"Moonstone?" I inquire, my voice pitching higher at the mention of the stone.

I suppose working with stones and making jewelry with it for most of the summer paid off.

"Yeah! Yeah, and Peter realized that the Alpha pack didn't want Boyd and the other girl to kill each other, they wanted them to kill Derek and Scott," Stiles continues and my eyes widen upon hearing the information.

This definitely just went from terrible to horrifying.

"What happened?" I ask quickly. "Is Scott okay? Did they –"

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