Bronze Gold Shadow (Percy Jackson/Teen Wolf Crossover)

Stiles's Dad

I pulled out the old envelope that Jordan had sent the tapes in. It took me a moment to work out the address but I got it and started walking from the old house. There was nothing else I could do. I could just hope that Stiles's dad would make it through. 

There's always hope. Kelsea told me that once. I still believe it. 

When I got to the apartment, the door opened. I took a step back. "Jordan?" I asked. He didn't give me a look. He was dressed again, thank the gods for that. His expression was different though. It was almost dazed, like he was dreaming. 

He walked over to his car. I took a deep breath. There was still more for me to do tonight. I followed him and got in the passenger seat. He started the car as I put my backpack by my feet. I clipped my seatbelt, just in case. 

"What's going on?" I asked. He didn't look at me as he drove. "Where are we going? Are you okay? What was that earlier?" No response. Not even a glance. He turned into a side street. The road he took us down went by a bunch of warhouses and factories. His driving started to drift. 

I saw a pair of headlights down the street. 

"Jordan," I warned. 

He drifted into the other lane. 

"Jordan!" I grabbed the sterring wheel and yanked it to the right. The other car honked. These actions seemed to wake him up from his reprieve because he slammed on the brakes. He panted, eyes wide. 

"Are you crazy?" I demanded. "What... What were you thinking?" 

I swallowed. "Lydia's in danger." He turned the wheel, making a U-turn. 

"How do you know?" I questioned, grabbing the door. 

"I...I had a dream or-or something," he replied. 

"A vision?" I asked. 

"Maybe." He reached down and pulled his phone from his pocket. "Clark, it's Parrish. I need deputies sent out to the Beacon Hills Preserve, immediately." I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation. "I can't say how I know but Lydia Martin is missing...I know, and I'm going to try to explain it, but I need you to find whoever's available...Okay listen-I promise I'm gonna try to explain what I can later. But right now, I've got to find Lydia... I have to find her." 

He hung up the phone and continued driving. The houses became few and far between, the trees becoming more frequent. 

"Why is she so important to you?" I asked. 

He sighed. "I think it's because of... what I am. There are things you don't know about me, about this town. But what I am and what Lydia is... we're connected somehow. And right now, there's a possibility she's dying." 

I took a breath as Jordan pulled up to the woods. "Let's find her then." 

He turned off the car and went to his trunk. I opened my backpack and pulled out a flashlight. He looked over at me, two in hand. I shined mine at him. He rolled his eyes and put the second one back in his trunk. We entered the woods, following the path. 

It was different and the same from the woods at camp. I could hear the noise of life around me. It wasn't the roar or growl of monsters that lurked in the shadows. Instead it was the tread of careful paws, the flutter of soft feathered wings and the breeze that blowed through high branches. It lacked the danger of camp but it had the silver shine of the moon that made it all seem a little mystical. 

"So... this thing you are, any idea what it is?" I asked. 

Jordan sighed. "No. It has something to do with fire."