One Night

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So, after everything, including track this morning, including finding the dead body Scott had just told me about before track, including the fact that he is not a virgin, according to his girlfriend, but rather a soldier according to Boyd and their shared ROTC experience. Similarly, Lydia found yet another- well, she actually found not a dead body, but the fact that the music teacher was taken. Referring back to Lydia's single data point theory it's now three. While I dislike the guy, he is my teacher. Mr. Harris is missing and that makes three sacrifices, three soldiers. And as I said before I spoke to Deaton, he finalized my theory. It is human sacrifices coming in threes. Furthermore, healers protectors, virgins, philosophers- and so on, many types of groups, however how many different types of murders there will be... I don't know.

One win today had to be the twins, Isaac and Scott totally got their asses until they attacked back and we found out that Deucalion is an old blind man. Actually Scott already knew that, which of course he decided not to tell us, he's Scott, he's not gonna burden us with any issue. Except I'm burdened with all of his issues because I'm his best friend and I have to deal with him, him and his little werewolf ass and his little werewolf buddies!

I sigh softly and drag my hands down my face after dropping to my bed and pulling my legs up. The Darach as we discovered with Mr. Harris's disappearance is thoroughly annoying. A dark Druid who goes around killing different kinds of people for power, doesn't that sounds amazing, and guess who's the only one trying to deal with that while the rest of the pack focuses on the alpha pack. Granted they're just as important and just as terrifying and just as dangerous specially to our pack. I still think the person killing, literally at the moment, is more important.

I kick off my shoes and move around in my bed to rearrange certain pillows and blankets till they wrap around from against my wall, to the end of the bed and then to the open side of my bed. Almost like a u-shape.

And you know, if a Darach and an alpha pack aren't enough to deal with we also have coach wanting us to go on a track meeting day after tomorrow and I really don't want to go. In fact, I'm dreading going because there will be four werewolf's who will dominate the team and complete show us off. But Scott is insistent on strength in numbers- which is actually one of the first things Derek told my beta friend about. I hop on my knees, attempting to pull my blanket up the way I want it to. It won't cooperate and it's seriously starting to frustrate me. Finally I grip the sheets tightly in my fist and yell out in anger that damn blanket just won't do what I want it too. With all the murders going on dads also on the night shift- "yeah great that's totally fine. Dad go out and search the woods while there's a Darach going around killing people." How I wish I could yell certain things at certain people.

Again, a yell, and this time I release my blanket, raise my hands up above my head and slammed them down into my mattress. I yell again, and then I slam my hands again, anger pools in my stomach as I feel the burning heat of tears behind my eyes. Could I tell you why I'm crying, probably not. Everything just feels so overwhelming, to a point where I can't focus on even setting up my bed into a comfortable position enough to get some sleep.

"Stiles," Derek's voice surprises me. I quickly and uncoordinatedly fling around to face him at my bedroom door- when did Derek start using doors and not windows?

"Hey," I answer defiantly phased by the man standing there. That's when I notice the way he seems down. Derek's head is bowed, his shoulders dropped with exhaustion, eyes distant- with how I can see them, and then he holds something in his hand. "Derek?" I question softly.