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❛❛ I THINK I HEARD HER SCREAM ❜❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
"Hey, man, what's up?" The echoes of the quiet night pass through the McCall house, his eyes half open as the metal phone is held to his ear, the sound was deafening, matching Beacon Hills in its peaceful hour. "Stiles? Stiles? You there?"
"Scott?"
Stiles heard his own voice, the fear echoing through.
The boys passed left as a whimper matching the lower of his tone, The McCall lifted his body slightly, his attention focused on the phone
"Hey, I'm here." he reassured "Are you ok? Can you hear me?"
"Scott, I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think was sleepwalking and she was here, i know she was here."
His vision shifted to young witch, his sister.
Stiles feared what was to come.
Scott's eyebrows furrowed "Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see."
"Uh, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my..."
The silence echoed throughout, the McCall dialed the boy's number after the abrupt end but again and again it was only able to reach his voice mail, on the second failed attempt he tried a new number.
"Hey this is Sophia, unfortunately i can't come to the phone right now but if you truly need me call Stiles Stilinski, beep me or leave a message"
"Everyone knows you two travel in a pair" Lydia tried to use slight humor to correct the dark feeling lurking throughout
