Runaway (Part Two)

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Stiles forced himself to stay awake, listening for any signs of you having a nightmare or that you were heading down from your room to his. He wondered how he'd missed you seemingly coming unravelled, your close relationship with the Hale pack and how he hadn't noticed you slipping into the shell of his little sister.



"Stiles?" Your quiet voice came from the other side of his bedroom door.



"You ok?" Stiles hummed sleepily when you climbed into his bed.



"The nightlights went out." You admitted and he chuckled.



"Sorry I think I over did it a bit." Stiles laughed and you smiled and nodded. "Here."



He passed you one of the pillows he'd lodged under his chest and rolled over so you could grip onto his hand as you fell asleep.





"So how's (Y/N)?" Lydia asked as soon as Stiles hopped out of the Jeep.



"Fine I guess, she had three nightmares last night but she won't talk about it." Stiles muttered so you couldn't hear them as you hopped out of the car.



"I know you're talking about me." You sighed and shouldered your bag.



"Hey guys!" Scott called as he hurried over to the three of you, stopping and sniffing at the air.



Your face lit up when the familiar figure climbed off the bus that had pulled up behind the three. It was pretty obvious he had a gun and a knife strapped to both ankles and hidden under his jeans but no one was saying anything about it.



"ISAAC!" You yelled and dumped your bag at your brother's feet while shoving past Scott and Lydia to engulf the wolf in a huge hug.



"Hey sweetness." Isaac mumbled as you buried your head into his chest and fisted the back of his jumper.



You stayed like that for several minutes, eventually pulling away when Stiles cleared his throat. Reluctantly Isaac let you go, not happy with his poor attempt at making you feel better.



"You're back." Scott stated and Isaac nodded.



"Yeah I got an angry phone call from Derek, apparently Scott's doing an awful job of looking after (Y/N) so we're coming back to help out." Isaac smiled when you beamed a hopeful grin up at him.

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