I had an avalanche of inspiration today, fingers racing across the pen as the words flowed like a river. It calmed me down, enveloped me in a warm cocoon of creativity. The whispers of my characters chased away the shadows, and for a fleeting moment, everything felt right.
Once my writing frenzy subsided, curiosity tugged at me like an insistent child. I turned to the mysteries of the Alpha, scouring the corners of the internet for answers. I honestly didn't understand why he was scared or what had happened last night. All I knew was this: I was deep in something I didn't fully comprehend, and I felt a strange connection to it, a tightrope walk between fear and intrigue.
What surprised me even more was the state of my leg. Hours had passed since the attack, and it felt remarkably better. The pain that had knotted through my muscles was now just a memory, fading amidst the excitement. I stood up gingerly, testing my limits, and found that I could walk better than I'd dared to hope.
Just then, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my thoughts. Stiles' name flashed on the screen-he had found something at Lydia's and was coming over to keep me company while my mom left for school. I smiled, the warmth of friendship and the thrill of the unknown washing over me. With the Alpha looming in my mind and Stiles arriving soon, I was ready for whatever this night had in store.
Some time had passed since the last incident, and now I found myself waiting for Stiles. I fiddled with my hands, nervously glancing at the clock on my wall. Mom's worried knock broke the silence as she stepped into my room, her brow knit in concern.
"Tell me I'm going to hear good things from your teachers?" she asked, a hint of apprehension in her voice.
"Well, from me yes, definitely. I have good grades," I assured her, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
"What about Scott?" she pressed, her concern palpable.
The mention of Scott plunged me into gloom. "Well... he's trying."
Before my mom could probe further, Stiles' voice broke into our conversation, echoing from the hallway. "Your bodyguard is here!" He strutted in cheekily, his characteristic grin plastered across his face.
"Your what?" My mom laughed, bemused.
"Stiles thing," I sighed, burying my face in my hands to hide my embarrassment.
"Seriously, how did you get in here?" Mom quirked an eyebrow, genuinely curious.
"Well, after you nearly killed me with the bat, Scott decided to give me keys," he said, shrugging as if it was just another mundane conversation.
"Okay, okay, whatever." My mom rolled her eyes, stepping out and closing the door behind her.
Once we were alone, the atmosphere shifted. "Soooo, what did you find at Lydia's?" I asked, trying to bring some excitement back into the room.
Stiles pulled out his phone, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I found a video on her phone-basically the Alpha storming out of the store." He tapped the screen, and the footage came to life.
I leaned forward, watching intently. "I deleted the video from Lydia's phone for obvious reasons," he explained casually, before pausing the video abruptly. "Wait, wait, wait. Stop the video," I said, spotting something odd. "Look there! What's that purple light? I don't remember any purple light."
Stiles squinted at the screen, his brow furrowing. "That's something then. We really need Scott to help us."
"Where is he anyway?" I snapped, annoyance weaving into my voice. I had scarcely seen Scott all day. "I haven't seen him since yesterday."
