In the dim glow of Stiles's jeep, the music played softly, its lyrics lost in the fog of my thoughts. As we pulled up to Lydia's house, the weight of my brother's transformation pressed down on me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that the Scott I knew was slipping away.
Stiles opened the door for me, a gesture that had become a comforting ritual since our childhood. I smiled faintly, my mind drifting back to the days when we played in the sheriff's car.
We stepped inside, our eyes scanning the crowded room. Bodies swayed to the rhythm, laughter and chatter filling the air. I squeezed through the throng, searching for Scott outside by the pool. As I spotted him dancing with Allison, a bittersweet feeling washed over me. They looked happy together.
I retreated to a quiet corner, observing the party from a distance. I didn't partake in the revelry, preferring instead to watch the unfolding stories of those around me. Then, I noticed Stiles standing nearby, his gaze fixed on someone. I followed his line of sight to Lydia, who was locked in a passionate kiss with Jackson.
Before I could look away, Stiles was at my side, his face buried in my shoulder. 'I will never be with her,' he whispered, his voice thick with sadness.
I reached for his hand and looked him in the eyes. 'Stiles, she doesn't deserve you. You know she's with Jackson, and you've seen how he treats her.'
His eyes flickered with a mix of anger and resignation. 'Yes, but... I can't seem to stop thinking about her.'
'You're worthy of someone who will love and respect you for who you are,' I said firmly. 'Don't waste your time on someone who doesn't see your value.'
'Yeah, but the way he treats her makes me want to help her, to love her in a way she's never experienced,' Stiles replied, his eyes pleading with me to understand.
I couldn't meet his gaze, knowing that if I did, I would burst into tears. I was not as beautiful or intelligent as Lydia. I was just a book-loving nerd, content to stay at home and escape into the worlds of fiction.
My eyes drifted to a dark figure standing in the shadows. I recognized him instantly: Derek Hale. I stood up and scanned the crowd for Scott. 'Stiles, where's Scott?' I asked, my voice filled with concern.
'He was right here a second ago,' Stiles replied.
'I just saw Derek,' I said.
Stiles' eyes widened in fear. 'No way! We... we have to find Scott.'
We searched frantically, but Scott was nowhere to be found. As we approached the parking lot we saw Allison leaving with Derek, weird.
'Οκ οκ , think if Allison was here alone with Derek, he must have left ,maybe he went home . What do you think Stiles?' I said looking at him with fear in my eyes .
'That's a good idea let's go .'
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The cold seeped into my bones as we walked up the creaking stairs, the darkness of Scott's house pressing in on us like a suffocating blanket. A low, rhythmic drip echoed from his bathroom, a chilling soundtrack to our growing fear.
Stiles, ever the brave one, knocked on the door, his knuckles rapping sharply against the wood. 'Scott, it's me and Nyx. We need to talk,' he said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Silence. Then, a deep growl resonated from within, sending shivers down my spine. 'Go away,' Scott's voice rumbled, distorted by a primal undercurrent. It was clear he'd transformed.
