𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✰

mini series !!! PART 4

chapter three
stiles

"we don't even have a clue of where she could be!" liam said as we all piled in the pet clinic.

"stop being realistic and help us!" i practically screamed at him, told myself i'd apologize later.

we called everyone we were just with to have another pack meeting, but to discuss what we all feared. what we all tried to prepare for.
to find her.

i prayed as i called her for the tenth time. still no luck.

"well, anybody got any clues?" scott asked.

nothing.

"well the obvious question is where is she?"

"someone should look at her house-"

"maybe the school?-"

"maybe if she's hurt she'd be at the hospital-"

"or police-"

"if someone took her, was it supernatural or someone random-"

"stiles call your dad!"

all these voices and ideas thrown out at me made my mind want to explode. every second that i didn't know where she was or what was going on my heart hurt more and more. i started to hyperventilate, but it was worse than earlier tonight. my breathes became short and my lungs started to hurt. my brain felt like a pressured bomb about to pop at any second. i slammed my hands on my head and sat down viciously. i leaned against my car.

"stop!" lydia screeched like she had already said it a thousand times. i felt her presence next to me and her hand on my shoulder. my breaths weren't slowing.

"stiles..." she muttered, but it was a long and loud moan in my ears, "are you ok?" another long moanish voice next to my head.

"i think he's having a panic attack." scott said, walking over.

"well how-what..." lydia stumbled on her words, "what do we do?"

somehow i knew scott shrugged.

i felt two strong hands on my shoulders, they pushed my back up against my car door so i sat straighter up, not hunched. my head forced upwards to face who was holding me, scott.

"dude, calm down. ok? we'll figure this out, just please..." his words slowly turned back to normal. what shocked me the most was how the breath got sucked out of me. i suddenly couldn't breath. i felt hollow. it was only for a second before scott's hands flew off of me and i got air back into me. it actually calmed me down.

"what the..." i said, gasping for breath.

"did you just take his pain?" lydia said.

"yeah, my veins turned black... but you're not in pain, are you-"

i shook my head, "nope-" i paused, thought about it for a second, flicking my eyes up to my best friend, "emotional?"

"i didn't know we could take emotional pain!" malia said, turning to scott, who's shocked, i think still confused about the whole thing.

i got up, brushed whatever that was off and focused on what was important.

"let's just figure this out."

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"okay, let's focus on this..."

our group had been sitting for who knows how long, going over anything that could've happened.

i felt like this was a waste of time, sitting here just talking.

but, my dad already got a apb out on her and her car, and had ordered the whole department to go search for her. he had also ordered us to not do anything, to stay low.

"for now, this is my department." i could still hear his voice over the phone, "i want you kids out of it until it isn't." usually, knowing scott and i, that wouldn't stop us. somehow it did.

so, for the moment, we waited.

the stress level could be felt between the group as multiple sighs and deep breaths were taken. tired heads were rested on hands, and stinging eyes were rubbed.

"okay, so let's not jump to any conclusions..." liam tried to relax us, "yes this is beacon hills, but this could just be some random person..." he was right. it might not have been supernatural related or anything else we've been fearing the past month.

"but how can we know for sure what, or who, it was??" scott asked the fear filled question that left everyone silent.

"wait, the necklace. why was it left behind?" mason said, this stumped the group. that is until my eyes lit up.

"the necklace! the whole reason i gave it to her!? it was made from silver. if a werewolf took her, they couldn't of took her with the necklace on." scott and lydia quickly understood.

"oh stiles if only you knew how smart you were." scott said as he picked up his phone, dialing my dads number to fill him in.

"well never mind on that not-flipping-out-thing..." liam sarcastically groaned.