Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
C.H.⠀013⠀۵⠀The Search for a Cure
❝ When wolves are in packs, they draw on one another's powers. They're stronger together. ❞
⠀
⠀
⠀
STILES LOOKS AT HIS PHONE AGAIN, re-reading the text message Brietta had sent him twenty minutes before.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⠀⠀⠀He tucks the phone back into his pocket and wrestles with the duffel bag in his hand as he inserts his key into the front door of the McCall house. Unlatching it, he steps inside and turns around to close it behind him.
⠀⠀⠀"Scott?" Melissa McCall's voice echoes through the foyer as she enters in her fresh nurse's scrubs.
⠀⠀⠀"Stiles," he corrects, letting out an awkward laugh. He half-expected her to have left for work by now.
⠀⠀⠀Melissa glances down at the key still clutched between his fingers, raising her eyebrows. "Key," she points out with a slow blink.
⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," he smiles, holding the object up proudly, "I had one made."
⠀⠀⠀"That doesn't surprise me," Melissa nods slowly. "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me."
⠀⠀⠀Stiles drops his duffle bag to the ground beside the door, and it lands with the metallic tinkling of chains rubbing against one another. He grimaces as he looks up at Melissa's suspicious face.
⠀⠀⠀"What is that?" she asks, peering down at the bag.
⠀⠀⠀"Uh, school project," he replies quickly.
⠀⠀⠀"Mm," she hums, unconvinced. "Stiles, he's okay, right?"
⠀⠀⠀"Who, Scott?" he questions stupidly, "Yeah, totally—."
⠀⠀⠀"He just...doesn't talk to me that much anymore," she admits quietly, "At least not like he used to."
⠀⠀⠀"Well, he's, uh...had a bit of a rough week," Stiles tells her, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatshirt with a casual shrug.
