His Enchantress | Void & Stiles

𝟕. 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

━━━━･❪ ↯ ❫ ･━━━━

      HIS FATHER was deathly silent and Stiles kept glancing back and forth from the road to him. He'd made his bed, now he had to lie in it.

Eichen's rusted black gates stood proudly as they pulled up beside it.

Noah tensely stared at the gates, meeting his son's stare for only a moment before looking back at it. Stiles swallowed, getting out of the car. He was scared of what was inside, but something in him told him he needed to be there.

It's held Astrid for nine years with Enchantress hidden inside her, growing with her. Maybe it could contain Void as well for 72 hours, keep his friends and dad safe. Maybe it could put his dad's mind at ease. Even if it was at his own peril.

Stiles didn't remove his eyes from it, hearing his dad step behind him. He had to do this. He glanced back at his dad, nodding as reassuringly as he could before stepping forward.

But they paused at a familiar motorcycle approaching.

Scott parked his bike in front of the Stilinski men and quickly got off, yanking his helmet from his head, betrayal lacing his face. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, coming to a stop in front of his best friend.

Stiles didn't want to answer, so his dad did. "Because we wanted to avoid something like this."

"It's only 72 hours," Stiles reminded, barely able to look his best friend in the eye.

"This is the same place where Barrow came from," Scott desperately scoffed, shaking his head. "The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies. You don't know everything yet," he told Noah.

"I know enough," Noah stated exasperated. "Nogitsunes, Kitsumes, Oni, or whatever they're called."

Stiles bounced his brows, unable to resist. "Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct."

"Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's. And it terrifies me," his dad told the werewolf, and it didn't stop Stiles from lowering his head, guilty over something he had no control over.

"I'm headed down to L.A tomorrow to talk to a specialist."

Scott still didn't understand. He didn't want to understand. "Then why are you putting him in here?"

"He's not," Stiles revealed, meeting the alpha's eye. "It was my decision."

"Stiles, I can't help you if you're in here," he pointed to the building. "I don't even think being in the same place as Astrid is a good idea."

"And I can't hurt you." His voice wavered, "And right now, being with Astrid is the only thing that even remotely makes sense."

He ignored the questioning looks of the two and continued, "Astrid and I... It's the only way that I feel okay. I don't know why and I can't explain it, but Scott. I have to be with her."