𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋
returns to Beacon Hills,
expecting to continue her
junior year of high school
with her boyfriend and her
friends. However, a group
of mercenaries emerged
into the town, threatening
to murder all supernatural
crea...
THE NEXT MORNING, arrived in a serene hush, the soft glow of dawn spilling over the horizon as Scott and Riley made their way to the hospital. The early morning light bathed the world in gentle pastels, illuminating the empty roads ahead of them. The only sounds filling the truck were the quiet hum of the engine and the soft rustle of leaves brushing past the windows. Inside the truck, silence reigned—not the kind of silence that feels heavy or uncertain, but a calm, familiar quiet that enveloped them like a warm blanket. It was the kind of silence shared between two people who didn't need words to communicate the depth of their connection.
Riley glanced out the window, her thoughts wandering, but her hand never let go of Scott's. Their fingers were interlaced, resting together in the small space between them, a simple yet profound gesture. Scott, driving with one hand on the wheel, occasionally glanced over at her, his thumb brushing tenderly over the back of her hand. The anticipation of the doctor's appointment lingered in the air, but neither felt the need to speak. They both took comfort in the touch, in the reassurance of their bond.
Scott's eyes softened as he took in Riley's profile. Her face was calm, her expression relaxed despite the undercurrent of anxiety he knew she was feeling. Without a word, he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against her skin. The touch was gentle, but it conveyed everything he felt—love, protection, and the silent promise that he would always be there for her. Riley's lips curved into a smile, the warmth of his affection lighting up her face as she turned to meet his gaze, her eyes sparkling with quiet joy. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, wrapped in a bubble of peace.
Then, in an instant, that peace was shattered.
Out of nowhere, a black SUV came barreling toward them, its engine roaring like a beast on the prowl. It appeared from a side street, moving far too fast, and before either of them could fully comprehend what was happening, it veered straight into their path. The screeching sound of tires tearing against the asphalt filled the air, but there was no time to react.
The SUV slammed into their truck with a bone-crushing impact. The sound was deafening—a metallic explosion of crunching steel and shattering glass. The force of the crash was so violent that Riley's body jerked forward, but before she could collide with the dashboard, Scott's arm shot out instinctively. His body twisted as he threw his arm in front of her, bracing for the impact. He pulled her close, shielding her with his own body, his sole focus on keeping her safe. His heart pounded as the world spun out of control.
The truck lurched violently, spinning across the road in a chaotic blur of motion. Time seemed to slow as the truck careened through the air, flipping end over end before crashing into a large tree. The sound of the impact echoed like a distant boom, and then, for a brief moment, everything went dark.
