Beacon ⌲ Stiles Stilinski [1] EDITING

twenty

"Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time," Stiles voice chimed through my cellphone. After missing numerous calls from both Allison and I, he had finally escaped the clutches of the infamous hell with Harris.

And it was a good thing too, considering I was buckled into the passenger seat of our car with my archery gloves already strapped on and my jacket zipped up to my neck, in desperate need of direction other than to follow the suspicious man Allison had bumped into in the kitchen as he drove off into town. We were certain we wanted to help, and we knew we needed to, but were barely aware of any details on the situation.

"It's fine," I assured him quickly. "But we need to do something, like, right now. Allison and I are already in the car. We ran out of the house after both our Dad and Grandpa started interrogating us with all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter."

I heard Stiles curse quietly to himself.

"Stiles, it wasn't just questions either. They sent a guy out."

"Wait, what guy?"

"I'm not sure. He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy," I explained.

"They're sending him to the station for Isaac."

Allison began motioning me from the driver's seat, so I extended my arm out in order for her to be in close enough proximity to speak into the phone. "Also, he was carrying this box with something on it. It was like, um, a carving or something."

Retracting my hand so I could wedge the phone between my ear and my shoulder, I leaned over to my bag and shuffled through my belongings until I felt the crackling leather spine of the journal. "Hold on, hold on. I-I'm pretty sure I've sketched the carving before. It's one of the flowers I used to draw pretty often-"

I flipped past journal entries until I found a few pages where I had sketched the exact flower along the margins.

"-Um, It's got multiple blooms on it, kind of a purplish colour."

I didn't expect Stiles to pick up anything from my lack of description considering there were many flower species which were purple and I didn't think Stiles was a botanist. However, he replied immediately, sure of his conclusion. "Wolfsbane."

I turned my head over to Allison and repeated his words. "Wolfsbane? What does that mean?"

"It means they're gonna kill him."

I tightened my grip on the phone, my knee bouncing nervously. "Okay, okay. What can we do? What should we do?"

"Well," Stiles sighed. "We'll have to figure that out as we go. But you and Allison need to give us some time. You should find the guy your Dad sent out and slow him down somehow. Do you think you can do that?"

Glancing between the equipment stacked in the backseat and my sister who was pressing harder on the gas pedal, unwilling to lose her eyes on the car ahead of us, I nodded a few times -mainly to myself-  and answered. "Leave it to us."

After hanging up with Stiles, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and pointed towards a side street. "Take a left here."

"What do you mean? If I turn, we'll lose him." Allison's eyebrows were knotted together.

"He's headed to the sheriff station to kill Isaac and we need to slow him down. If we take this street we can gain ground on him and be waiting for his car with arrows at the ready."

A smile began creeping onto her face; her dimples prominent and mirroring my own. "It is times like these where I'm proud to call you my sister," she hummed while turning onto the new route and winding along a few additional street lengths before parking on the side of the road. "Quick, grab your bow."