Hypervigilance {Stiles Stilinski Book Three}

Chapter 3

"Who could have taken him?" Allison questions. "I have no idea, he was with an original. It takes a hell of a lot to even make a scratch on them." I state. I start pacing around, another habit I picked up from my time with Stiles.

"I knew he shouldn't have come. I told him not to but he kept telling me that there was no way to talk him out of it. I made a mistake and now he's gone." I confess. "Okay, you need to breathe. Think about this clinically and unemotionally." Allison instructs.

"I think I've done enough unemotionally for a few decades." I mutter. "Focus. Stiles is smart, if he had enough time, what clue would he leave so you could find him?" Allison questions. "His flannel. I can track his scent with it. How did I not think of that before?" I ask.

"It's hard to think logically when someone you love is involved. I had to remind myself not to lose it when I had to stitch Scott up." Allison explains. "Speaking of Scott, why aren't you in Beacon Hills right now spending the time of the spell with him?" I question.

"The spell only works within the expression triangle. I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. Which to be clear I don't want to leave. You're my best friend, and I couldn't imagine a better person to spend this time with." Allison assures.

"Too bad we don't have any cookies and cream to go with this heart to heart." I state. "Don't remind me. There's no food on the other side." Allison complains. "You're dead, you don't need to eat." I say. "Well it would be nice to have the option." Allison argues.

I take the piece of flannel and catch his scent. At this point, the sun has come up. We reach an abandoned parking lot. Allison readies her bow and arrow. "I forgot to ask, how the hell did you get a bow?" I question.

"I have my ways." Allison replies. "You know I hate vague answers." I complain. "And it will give me pleasure to know that you'll go centuries wondering the answer. I can watch you rack your brain about it." Allison teases.

"Just because you said that, I have decided to be content with your answer. No pondering required." I state. "Bitch." Allison mutters. "Thank you." I reply with a big grin.

We spot Rebekah, Matt, and some other guy by Connor's old trailer. "Is it me or does it look like this guy needs to update his wardrobe?" I question. "And who might these two lovely ladies be?" The man questions.

"A very pissed off girlfriend and her huntress friend." I state. "I assume you are talking about the boy I have locked up in that trailer. The one who couldn't possibly escape the explosion if those bombs were to go off." The man states.

I look to see that Matt is standing on a weight censored bomb. "This is why all hunters need to follow a code. At least 'We hunt those who hunt us' is better than 'We kill whoever we damn feel like to get what we want'." I sneer.

"I am one of the five, it's my supernatural duty to kill Silas. I will do whatever is necessary to do so." The man says. "Alexander, just let the humans go. This isn't their fight." Rebekah pleads. "Wait, this was the guy you were supposed to marry? I'm glad your taste in men has gotten better over the centuries." I state.

"No doubt about that." Allison agrees looking Matt up and down. "Do you think I'll get the hunter's curse if I kill a dead hunter?" I question approaching Alexander. "Be careful, I have werewolf toxin." Alexander warns. "So do I." I reply flashing my eyes yellow.

I shove Alexander out of my way and enter the trailer. Stiles is sitting on a chair with his head in his hands. "I'm here to deliver a knight in shining armor to one damsel in distress." I announce. "I knew you'd find it." Stiles says.

"Now let's get you out of here before we both blow up." I reply. We walk out of the trailer to find the Rebekah took Matt's place. "Go!" Rebekah yells. I speed Stiles out of there, an explosion not far behind.