Coming up on the last flight of stairs leading to the loft, I open the door quietly.
The lights were turned off and the only source of lighting coming in was from the moon just outside of the window.
Throwing my jacket on one of the chairs in the kitchen, I put my keys in the pocket before walking over to the middle of the room.
"Where did you go?" Derek asked as he walked out of the shadow in a pair of sweat pants.
"God..you scared me." I gasped.
Taking a deep breath I lean my hands on the table.
"That doesn't sound good..."
"I fell asleep..."
"I did too? That didn't make me go take a walk?" He questioned as he stood on the other side of the table.
"...I woke up in the middle of the woods. I was laying on a bed of dead leaves before I heard Scott calling out for me."
"Wait, you drove there?"
"No, I woke up and I was there. I don't know how but I was..."
Wrapping my arms around me, I walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down.
"What did you see?" He asked.
"Nothing. It was like we had rewind back 3 years ago. I smelled Scott and his anxiety...and then."
"What happened?"
"Do you know what a 'Stiles' is?" I asked Derek.
"No? Why..."
"Just wondering."
"Well, you should probably stop wondering, because you have work tomorrow morning and it's 3 in the morning."
Getting back into bed, I wrap myself around Derek before I hesitate to close my eyes again.
"It's okay...nothing going to happen, you're not going to vanish." He whispered just before I took a deep breath and let myself go.
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Pushing open the doors leading to the library, I find Scott and Lydia on the other side looking at a laptop.
"Hey, guys..."
"Hey, did you get home?"
"Yeah, and Derek was waiting. Did you find anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, look."
"Stile. An arrangement of steps that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence." Scott said.
"Yeah, somehow I don't think these are the stiles we're looking for," I whispered.
"Maybe Malia's found something."
"No, I just saw here taking a make-up test all morning," I said as I leaned back on the chair.
"Look up stiles on the urban dictionary? Maybe it's not a real name?"
"You mean like a nickname?" Scott asked.
"Yeah."
Typing up the website on the computer, Scott scrolls down.
"Okay, here's the top definition."
Leaning closer to the computer, we all suddenly sit up straight.
"I don't even want to know what 'Stile' is doing on that website, but I don't want to see that," I whispered.
Snapping our heads to the library doors, we hear a howl coming from the hallways.
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The Dark Riders (Derek Hale Love Story) #8
Werewolf"This is our promise. This is our forever." Coming to the end of their road, Savannah and her friends all face the most difficult change in their lives. Adulthood. With Scott and his friends moving on to College, and trying to figure out what they w...
