Malefica; Stiles Stilinski [3]

Episode 17 Chapter 54

Scott sat in the waiting room, his leg bouncing rapidly up and down, as he listened to the doctors doing his mother's surgery.

Almost everyone had been shot during the ambush. His mother, father, Lydia, Cassie, Mason. He couldn't help but blame himself for all of it.

He felt someone take a hold of his interlocked hands. He didn't have to look to know it was Allison.

"Hemodynamics are stable. She's gonna be okay."

Scott let out a shaky sigh of relief. His mother was going to be just fine.

He adjusted his hands, so they'd be interlaced with Allison's. The huntress looked at him with a worried expression, and he sent her a single nod. She smiled faintly in relief and rested her head on his shoulder, using her other hand to rub that shoulder as an attempt to calm his shaky breaths down.

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Scott flung the door to his father's hospital room open, only to find that the room was completely empty.

"What the hell..." he muttered before turning to Sheriff Stilinski who was walking up to him. "Where's my dad?"

"Transferred to San Fransico memorial. He's gonna be fine," Noah assured.

"Okay... and what about Mason?"

"Already out of surgery."

"Lydia? Cassie?"

"They're alright too. Bullets missed everything that matter, thank god," he said. "Scott, we got lucky."

"They almost died," Scott said.

"But they're gonna live," Noah replied, trying his best to calm him down. "We're gonna have two deputies posted here around the clock. Nobody steps foot on this floor without my authorization."

He just gave a short nod and started to walk away. The worry was slowly fading to anger which then turned into determination. He already knew who did this. And he was not going to let it slide.

"Scott, I got a pretty good idea how you're feeling right now," Noah said, stopping him. "But the whole sheriff's department is gonna be on this. I am going to find out who did this."

"We both know who did this."

Then, without waiting for any other word from Noah, he turned around and left.

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Deucalion entered the McCall household, stepping on the broken glass pieces, inhaling the faint scents of blood, taking in the sight of everything in front of him being broken and messed up.

He looked up and saw Scott, Allison, Malia, Kira, and Issac all waiting for him in the living room. He stepped closer to them, his eyes scanning the five of them in close attention.

"You know my fighting days are over," he said as he walked past them.

"That's hard to believe," Scott remarked, his gaze following the older werewolf as he stepped further into the living room. "You once said you'd kill any living thing that got in your way."

"I've said a lot of things," Deucalion replied. "But eventually, the bodies pile up so high, that even a blind man can't ignore them."

"So what? You moved into a cave and took a vow of uselessness?" Malia retorted.

"I changed. We should all try it," he shot back. "And I live in a condo."

"I liked the old Deucalion more," Issac sarcastically muttered.