Finding the Truth (Teen Wolf Fanfiction Book 2)

Chapter One

Chapter 1:

                Brittany’s Point of View

                It’s been two days since I’ve slept. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t concentrate on anything.

It’s been two days since the incident. Two days, since Peter, the psycho, murdering, revengeful, alpha was killed. You’d think his death would get rid of this hole in my chest, would make me somehow relieved. All that plays through my head are the things that he put me and my friends through. Each moment I relive. And it also doesn’t help that for two days I’ve had the same vision. Some hybrid between a lizard and a human flashes through my head over and over again. I haven’t told Stiles yet, it’s too soon. He needs time to calm down. And, besides, it’s probably just my mind playing tricks on me because I haven’t slept or eaten in a while, right?

I rolled off my bed, slamming face onto the floor. “Urrrgg….” I mumbled into the rug. I hear the creak of my door opening, and somebody stomp in my room.

“Oh, for the love of…” Stiles said as he walked over to me. “C’mon Brittany, time to get up!” He said, lifting me up over his shoulder.

“No! Put me back on the floor, it’s comfortable!” I screamed as I punched his back.

“Nope.” He made me stand up in front of him. I slouched and looked down at the floor, ready to collapse onto it again. “Whoa, look at me in the eye.” I slowly lifted my head up and looked at him sleepily in the eye. He gently took my chin in his hands and his eyebrows turned in. “Did you sleep last night?” He asked, putting his hand down.

“No…” I said quietly, as I turned away from him. He grabbed my shoulders.

“So, let me get this straight. Friday, after what happened, you didn’t sleep. And last night, you told me you were going to sleep when we were talking on the phone, and you didn’t?” I looked down at the ground.

“I can’t, Stiles. Every time I close my eyes, he’s there.”

“I’m worried about you,” he said as he took both of my hands in his.

“You’re always worried about me,” I said as I sat on my bed. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. “I’m worried about Lydia. You said you and Scott went and saw her Saturday. Did her wounds from Peter attacking her heal or…” I looked up at Stiles waiting for an answer.

“The wounds are still there, and now that she’s up and running, we don’t know what she is.” That struck a billion questions in my head. How could she still be living if she was bitten and it didn’t heal? If a werewolf bite heals, that means you’re a werewolf. If it doesn’t, you’re dead.

“Let’s go see her,” I said, feeling guilty because all I’ve done is sit at home and mope. And now that she was awake, I needed to talk to her. To make sure she’s alright.

“No, you’re going to sleep,” Stiles said as he stood up.

“Please Stiles?! Pretty, pretty, pretty, please? I haven’t seen her, and I really need to,” I pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes. He looked over at me, sighed, scratched his head, and looked over at me again. I’ve got him.

“Fine. Fine! Let’s go,” he said, digging his jeep’s keys out of his pocket. I gave him a hug and grabbed a pair of jeans, a burgundy tank top, and a gray cardigan. I’ve been in my sweatpants and sweatshirt all weekend. Lydia would kill me if she saw me like this. I retreated into my bathroom and slammed the door shut.

“Are you serious? You seriously have to get ready to go to a hospital?” Stiles said in the crack of the door. I laughed as I pulled my jeans on. I grabbed my brush and ran it through my goldish-blonde hair, then put it into a side ponytail.  I grabbed my toothbrush and ran it through cold water. Haven’t brushed my teeth all weekend either. “You haven’t brushed your teeth?! Good thing I didn’t kiss you,” Stiles mumbled, probably hearing my brushing.