❛ And all at once, you're all
I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart . ❜
༄ ‧₊˚ ★
↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 :
"𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌"
(( Stiles Stilinski X Fem!OC...
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season 4 episode: 7, continuing
BLAKE ༄ ‧₊˚ ★
We barrel down the stairs, feet pounding against the worn concrete as we walk into the dimly lit basement. I run my fingers along the rough walls, searching desperately for anything. Any switch, crack, or button that could reveal the hidden entrance to the Hale vault.
"Hey, guys. Over here," Stiles calls out.
We hurry over to where he's standing, watching as he pushes an old, rusted metal shelf aside with a grunt, revealing something carved into the stone wall behind it. My breath catches as I see the familiar symbol. It's the same one tattooed onto Derek's back.
"Look at the cracks in the wall," Stiles says, pointing to the faint lines. "Looks like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws. Anyone's claws, right?"
Scott, standing nearby, looks tense, his shoulders hunched. His eyes flicker as he glances at Stiles, then to me and Malia. I watch Scott shakes his head ever so slightly, and Stiles glances at me for a moment. Scott begins to nod slowly. "Um... Blake, Malia, can you try?"
"Why?" I narrow my eyes at him.
The two boys look at each other.
"I don't have control," Scott says, holding up his hand. Malia and I exchange a glance, both of us knowing there's more to this than just opening a door.
Malia and I exchange a glance, both of us knowing there's more to this than just opening a door. "Alright, I'll do it," I say. "But,"
"First tell us what you've been hiding from us." Malia finishes my sentence.
Stiles raises his eyebrows, looking from me to Malia, clearly caught off guard. Scott stares at the floor, his jaw clenched.
Malia and I sigh in unison.
"Look, I know you guys think you're trying to protect us," I continue, "but we can handle it. I've literally seen dark spirits and packs of alpha werewolves. You can tell me."
For a moment, the boys say nothing. The silence stretches on.
Malia rolls her eyes, clearly fed up. "We know we're on the list," she blurts out.
Stiles stiffens, his eyes widening in surprise, as if that wasn't what he was expecting she'd say. I glance at Kira whose body relaxes a little as well.
Scott gestures for Stiles to explain, and after a brief hesitation, Stiles sighs. "Yes..."
But that's not the whole truth. I can feel it. The way Stiles avoids looking at me, the way Scott is suddenly very interested in the floor—it's clear they're still hiding something.
