❝HELL HATH NO FURY❞
In which men have been sacrificing virgins for power since the times of Zeus and Posidean. Over 3,000 years later and Mia Stilinski was next in line. But she wasn't a virgin. And now she gets to show these boys what power rea...
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The forest was eerily quiet now, the aftermath of the battle leaving an unsettling stillness in the air. The ground around the clearing was scorched, still smoldering from where the flames had devoured Peter Hale in his alpha form. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood together, their breaths ragged, adrenaline still coursing through their veins as they processed what had just happened.
Peter was dead. The alpha was gone. But they had barely escaped with their lives.
Scott, covered in cuts and bruises, glanced over at Allison, who was still gripping her bow tightly. She was trembling, her eyes wide with shock at what they had just witnessed. Stiles stood beside them, his face pale, the weight of everything they'd been through hanging heavily on his shoulders. They had won, but at what cost?
"We did it," Stiles muttered, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. "We actually did it."
Scott nodded, his body aching from the fight, but his thoughts were already racing, trying to figure out what came next. The alpha is dead. We're safe now... right?
But none of them knew about Mia.
Not far from where they had fought Peter, in a small clearing just beyond the trees, Mia lay on the cold, hard ground, her lifeless body bathed in the dim moonlight filtering through the branches. Her once-vibrant eyes were closed, her skin pale and still. The signs of the ritual Matt had performed were clear—the markings, the pentagram, the blood-soaked ground. She had been the real target, and they hadn't even known.
They had wanted so badly to protect her, to keep her out of the supernatural world, to shield her from the danger that had consumed their lives. Scott had sworn to himself that Mia would stay safe, far away from the darkness that had taken over his world. And Stiles—her brother—had been so determined to keep her innocent, to make sure she never got involved.
But while they were battling Peter, while they were so focused on defeating the alpha, they hadn't realized that Mia was in danger. They didn't even know she was gone.
"Mia..." Scott whispered under his breath, his heart clenching with guilt, though he didn't yet know why. Something felt wrong, like an invisible weight pressing down on him. He had spent the whole night thinking about her, wishing he could've talked to her, hoping they could fix what was broken between them. But now...
"Mia's okay, right?" Stiles asked, his voice thick with exhaustion and worry. He didn't even know how much he needed her to be okay. She was supposed to be home, safe. Possibly even still at the dance. Out of harm's way. They had all promised her that.
"Yeah," Scott said, though uncertainty edged his tone.
They had no idea.
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Mia's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred as she blinked against the darkness. Her body ached, every muscle screaming in protest as she slowly pushed herself up from the cold ground. The woods around her were quiet, the only sound being her shallow, ragged breaths.
