Whispered promises

Chapter 40

I quickly got up from the bed, got dressed, and rushed to the high school after Scott's urgent call. I were anxious to meet up with the others and find out what had happened. As I arrived, Stiles immediately bombarded us with questions. "Where is she?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice.

Scott shrugged, scanning the area. "Over here!" Allison's voice called out, drawing our attention. We turned to see Allison and Lydia walking briskly towards us on the sidewalk. I hurried over to join them, my curiosity piqued. "What happened?" I asked, eager to get to the bottom of things.

Lydia began to explain, her voice tinged with frustration. "The same thing happened as at the pool. I got into my car and ended up in a completely different place than I intended." She glanced at me and Stiles, a hint of accusation in her eyes. "And you told me to call you if I ever found a dead body," she added . Stiles' eyes widened in disbelief. "You found a body!?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of shock and concern.

"Not yet," Lydia clarified, causing Stiles to furrow his brow in confusion. I bit my tongue, refraining from saying anything and exchanged a knowing look with Scott. Something strange was going on, and we needed to figure it out. "What do you mean 'not yet'? You're supposed to call us after you find the body," Stiles responded, his voice growing more frantic.

Lydia crossed her arms, her expression resolute. "Oh no. I'm not doing that again. From now on, you find the body," she said firmly, causing Stiles' frustration to deepen.
"Lydia, how are we even going to find a dead body?" Stiles asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

As the others debated, I glanced around, trying to make sense of the situation. My eyes landed on the school sign, and something caught my attention. Taking a few steps forward, I gasped. "Guys, I found the dead body!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling.

Everyone turned to look at me, their faces a mix of shock and horror. I pointed towards the beacon hills high school sign, where an officer lay lifeless, a garrote tightly wound around her neck. Blood trickled down the sign, painting a gruesome picture. "Oh my God," Lydia whispered, her voice barely audible.

Realizing the severity of the situation, I sprang into action. "Stiles, call your dad," I ordered, knowing that his father, as the sheriff, would be the best person to handle this investigation.

Stiles nodded, his expression determined. He quickly reached for his phone and dialed his father's number.

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Allison lay's in bed, her mind filled with confusion and grief. She had no idea what to do or how to process everything that had happened. The weight of recent events hung heavy upon her, leaving her feeling lost and overwhelmed. A distant look clouded her eyes as she stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.

Argent, entered the room and took a seat on the edge of her bed. He looked at her with concern, his voice gentle as he spoke. "I heard about the recital tonight. The thing to honor the losses at school," he said, trying to start a conversation.

"Not losses, Dad. Murders," Allison replied bluntly, her words laced with bitterness. She didn't have the energy or inclination to sugarcoat the reality of the situation. It wasn't just about losses; it was about lives brutally taken away. Innocent lives !

Argent nodded, his expression understanding. "Sorry. I guess I don't need to soften the blow for you. But your friends will be there, right?" he asked, hoping to offer some form of solace.

"I guess," Allison replied, her voice lacking enthusiasm. She wasn't really in the mood to talk or think about the recital. The sacrifices that had been made, it were tearing everyone apart, especially her twin sister.