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The next five days were spent in a suffocating quiet.
The halls of the high school were silent- full of fleeting glances and scuffling feet, fast-beating hearts, and whispered voices. It was like all the life had been sucked from the halls of the school, like everyone knew what was coming.
The pack wasn't unaffected. Liam and Hayden were avoiding Darcy, Scott kept shooting her weary looks instead of talking to her, and Stiles and Malia barely even cast her a glance when they both passed her in the hallway. Lydia seemed to be the only normal one; her energy was just enough to motivate Darcy to get through the day. She rarely saw Theo, and she had only just learned Kira had left, just straight up left Beacon Hills with her family. No one except Mason, of all people, had thought to tell Darcy.
It was frustrating, to say the least.
She didn't know what to do about it, and she barely had the time to figure it out when she had all the other shit happening in her life.
Ever since that night she'd spent at Scott's, she'd been having terrible nightmares. Not all of them were focused around that stupid tree stump- the Nemeton, she knew-, but it was a common factor. It was unnerving, yet she hadn't told anyone. Part of her was scared of what they'd say- her aunt, Scott, anyone in the pack- but another part just felt scared to acknowledge something was wrong.
The Dread Doctors had done something to her, that much was clear. She could feel it in herself, she just didn't know exactly what it was, or she was too scared to put a name to it.
Given that the past few days had been uneventful, Darcy had taken the opportunity to try and focus on school for the moment. All of her worries and issues were shoved aside so she could try and at least graduate with a 3.5 GPA next year since her grades were on the cusp of falling.
All this said, she was on her way to the library to check out a book for English when she found herself walking toward the weight room. She frowned at the posters outside of the room, broadcasting different sports she should join. How had she gotten there? She wasn't anywhere near the library.
The door to the weight room suddenly swung open right in front of her, almost colliding with her face. She took a frightened step back and was immediately hit with two familiar smells. One was someone dying and the other she only recognized from two separate occurences: the classroom where Tracy had collapsed; and the cellar she, Hayden, and Liam had been locked in.
Out of the room came Mason, struggling to drag a silver-bleeding Corey through the doorway.
"Help," Mason wheezed. Darcy shook out of her stupor and slipped an arm under Corey's open shoulder, taking most of his weight from Mason.
