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𝟏𝟐 | 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫
...🌙...
PRESENT, BEACON HILLS
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏
"No. I'm not just letting you leave them here."
"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me."
My cheek rested against the cold grass, and I slowly blinked as everything suddenly felt so far away. I didn't feel the pressure of a body over mine and let the cold seep into my veins.
"Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore." Stiles cried out.
"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."
"She?" Stiles asked.
A groan escaped my lips as an arm slipped underneath my back. I felt myself lifting into my arms and trembled a little from pain but a lot from fear.
"Do you think I was leaving her?"
I blinked, looking at the man through my heavy eyes, watching the smirk form on his lips.
"She's my leverage."
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the dull ache from my shoulder. My thoughts whirled around in my mind, and all I could think about was Lydia. I wasn't in much position to help Lydia and hoped Jackson would get to her.
Because even though Lydia's a class A bitch, and sometimes I didn't like her. She was slowly turning into someone I saw as a friend.
"Don't feel bad."
I groaned and felt my back connect with something soft.
"If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."
"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."
"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman...twice a month."
I furrowed my brows, and a blurry face appeared in the back of my mind. I watched as a tan, muscled man came into view. My eyes trailed over the metal cuffs, binding his wrists onto a black metal wall.
"Whose car is this?" Stiles's muffled voice reached my ears.
"It belonged to my nurse."
"What happened to your n—" Stiles started. "Oh, my God!"
"I got better."
A slam echoed, and my eyes snapped open.
I blinked through my haze and looked around from the black ceiling of the car I was inside. I grimaced, slowly sat up, and looked through the windows at Stiles and the werewolf who attacked me.
