S3a : Chapter Twenty-six

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ELENA'S POV :

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ELENA'S POV :

Last night, Stiles fell asleep watching the movie. I watch him sleep when he finally opens his eyes just as his phone rings and it's time to get ready for school. I lean over to turn it off as he rubs his eyes to wake himself up.

"How long have you been watching me sleep ?"

I lean over to turn it off as he rubs his eyes to wake himself up. "Barely five minutes," I reply.

"You should have woken me up."

"I didn't dare. I thought you were too cute. I listened to your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing." Which I did after emptying a bag of blood.

"That sounds really boring. And a bit psychopathic too," he adds after a slight silence.

"I like hearing that you're alive."

•••

Aiden was temporarily suspended for riding his motorcycle in the school hallways. Of course, that's only on paper because in reality, it was Isaac who brought it in. When the Alpha arrived, he left it with him and the whole school followed, seeing Aiden on the vehicle. That leaves little room for doubt.

I was about to leave the building when I saw Lydia completely panicked.

"Lydia ? What are you doing in the music room ?" I ask her. "It's not one of your options."

"I have no idea. Elena, you're probably going to think I'm crazy but... I think the music teacher was kidnapped."

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes," she says. "Super sure".

•••

I called Stiles who joined us with Deaton. He explained to us that each group of three represents a specific role. The virgins, the healers, the philosophers, the warriors and the guardians.

"The music teacher was a soldier before and Kyle did the Air Force school," Stiles tells us.

"We have the constant."

"All that's left is to find out who's next," I whisper.

My strawberry-haired friend stares into space as if she's thinking about something.

"Lydia ?"

"I'm thinking of someone who has something to do with the military."

"Who ?" my boyfriend asks.

"Mr. Harris."

So we quickly headed towards Mr. Harris's class. However, the classroom is empty.

"Maybe he just went home," Deaton suggests.

"Not without his bag."

Seeing copies on his desk, I get curious as I look at the students' notes. "He put an 'R' on this copy."

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