World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

lies unfolding

ugh, I'm so annoyed, I finished a chapter for this yesterday and it was like 1500 WORDS but didn't sync properly with my phone app SO I WENT AND ALL DELETED fml

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"Where the bloody hell are those two?" Brett was pacing across the McCall's lounge floor, taking out anything in his way of destruction. The nails on the ends of his fingers were nearly ceasing to exist; his pearly whites shredding them away. Melissa has found a rugged duvet and had covered Liam with it, letting him rest and hopefully revive soon.

"I'm sure Stiles' father is informing them of everything they need to know--" Melissa was an innocent little soul and had calming advice which could end a war, but was not having the same effect on this young Beta.

"But this isn't helping Liam, is it!" His normal, hazel eyes flashed the fluorescent yellow they could become and startled her. "God, Melissa I'm sorry..."

She wrapped her skinny arms around him as a blanket of comfort and he slightly rested his chin on her. Smooth pats hit him on the back, "It's alright," she pulled away and supported him at the collar, "but shouting isn't going to help either." She chuckled, luckily, he did too.

Pounding footsteps entered the building and the door swiftly shut after them. "Do you want the bad, badder, or even worse news first?" Stiles panted as he leaned against the archway. "See, this is why I'm bad at lacrosse, dude."

"Goodness, what happened?" Melissa said.

Scott closed his eyes and inhaled before the storm of words erupted out. "First, nothing we found seems to be able to directly help Liam. Second, looks to be 'supernaturally' caused deaths. And last..." he slid his palm over the back of his neck and sighed. "Erm, the reason we think it's supernatural is cuz these FBI men--"

"Who are not FBI actually," Stiles said, spreading his hands out and pointing to each person directly for some reason.

"Yeah that too, but they some how know about us." He finally finished.

"Us, as in, 'werewolf' us?" Brett questioned the elders, with only a slight movement of Scott's head - yes. "Well, how do they know that? What did you guys do?"

"Er, excuse me?" Stiles obviously aggravated, said, "I think you should watch your mouth, or do you want us to leave you to die next time you nearly get assassinated? Huh?"

Stiles and Brett were always at each other's throats, from the beginning of Stiles saving him timelessly from the assassins, to now. But it was never productive for any of the pack, and had no sign of the bickering ending soon.

"What's all this yelling for?"

A weak voice spoke, a croaky one, as if they had just woken up - which he had. All heads twisted towards Liam on the emerald sofa, with his eyes still fairly droopy. Melissa was the first one to reach him, well her hand against his shiny forehead was. "Oh, you're still burning up, Liam."

"What happened? How'd I get here?" He was questionable looking round the room, trying to register all the strange faces glaring back.

"What's the last thing you remember, Liam?" Brett eased into a vacant space next to him.

"Well, I had an awful dream last night for one. Then, erm, you woke me up this morning when you were honking. Then that's it, really. Why, what has happened?" Liam's confusion turned to panic which transferred to each other living thing. The room fell silent and everyone standing up shared query looks. "What-- what is it?" He repeated.

"Some students turned up dead this morning in the woods," Scott said, "Michael and--"

"And Adam," Liam joined in and subtly shook his head.