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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋.
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"LOCK IT, lock it!" A voice yelled, barely making it through the ringing in my ears.
The only thing I could distinguish right now was the cold marble against my butt and the contrasting warm hands against my elbows. Somebody called my name but my mind could not register what was happening; it was stuck on Derek.
I just witnessed one more death. One more fatality I wasn't prepared for. One more casualty I could not prevent.
Worthless. Incompetent. Fraud.
The degrading words swirled in my head, jumping from one hemisphere to the other.
"Alexia!" A roar along with a concurrent squeeze on both my forearms, pulled me out of my haze.
I blinked repeatedly, my eyes focusing on the young werewolf in front of me. He was panting, crouching as he held his body up using his hands. I gulped, my jaw clenching and unclenching.
"I need you here right now." He said, voice low, unlike his previous howl, "I'm sorry, but this won't bring him back." He reasoned making me feel all the more flawed.
I was supposed to be the voice of logic. And right now, when it mattered the most, I was useless.
The heat on my arms subsided as I turned my head slightly to look at the source. Stiles's face was soft, a hint of a pitying smile playing on his thin lips as he slowly let go off me. All three of us stood up, looking for a way to barricade the door. We had wasted enough time.
"We have to lock it." Scott said in a hurry.
"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles replied, his sarcasm never absent from any occasion.
