The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Six

3rd P.O.V

Kylie's tiny feet pounded against the damp forest floor, the thud of each step echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't know what she was running from, only that an instinctive terror clawed at her insides, urging her forward. The shadowy woods around her seemed to close in, the tall, gnarled trees bending like silent witnesses to her fear.

She burst from the dark embrace of the forest, her wide eyes landing on the familiar, sprawling expanse of the school parking lot. Hope sparked in her chest, and she veered toward the line of buses, thinking she could slip under one and hide. But the sight that met her eyes made her skid to a halt, heart hammering wildly in her chest.

Scott stood under the harsh glow of the parking lights, his face twisted with something monstrous. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now glowed with a predatory glint as he lunged at Allison. Kylie's breath caught in her throat, frozen by the horror unfolding before her. She wanted to scream, to run to Allison and pull her away, but her legs felt like lead.

Allison crumpled, a lifeless form under the moon's pale gaze. The air seemed to thicken, pressing against Kylie as her brother turned, eyes locking onto hers. For a heartbeat, the world stilled, then instinct kicked in, and she spun on her heels, sprinting back into the forest with her heart pounding in her ears. The snapping of twigs and rustle of leaves followed her, but when she dared a glance back, Scott had stopped at the forest's edge, his mouth parting in an eerie howl that filled the air with a mournful, relentless echo.

And it continued. The sound gnawed at her as she ran until it was all she could hear... and then—

Kylie's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in cold sweat, small sobs hitching in her chest. The room was dark and safe, moonlight spilling across her blankets. A second later, the door swung open, and her mother rushed in, her face full of worry. Melissa scooped her up, cradling Kylie's trembling body against her chest, rocking her gently.

"You're okay, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare. You're safe. You're okay," her mom whispered, repeating the words like a mantra, her voice a soft balm against the storm inside Kylie.

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Stiles arrived at the McCall's household, his eyes landing on Scott, who stood in the hallway with a distant, troubled look.

"So... where's Kylie?" Stiles asked, his voice laced with concern.

Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. "In her room. For some reason, she won't let me near her. Whenever I go in, she hides under the bed until I leave."

Stiles' brow furrowed, the unease evident in his expression. "Oooookay... well... do you... want me to try?" he asked cautiously.

Scott nodded, a slight gesture that spoke of both hope and helplessness. Without another word, Stiles made his way down the hallway and paused at the entrance to Kylie's room. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls. The room was quiet, almost too quiet.

Stiles stepped inside, eyes scanning for any sign of the little girl. When he didn't see her, he knelt down and peeked under the bed. There she was, curled up tightly with her knees drawn to her chest, eyes wide and wary.

"Hey," Stiles said softly, his tone gentle and coaxing.

Kylie's eyes flicked to his face, recognition and relief washing over her expression. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly scooted forward and reached for him, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Stiles scooped her up, holding her securely as he stood.

He carried her out to the jeep, the soft rustle of fabric and the faint scent of her lavender shampoo filling the air. Settling her in the back seat, he handed her his phone, already open to her favorite Disney movies. A small smile crept across her face as she took it, fingers tapping the screen with familiarity.