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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
I HAVE A BAD feeling. Something is going to happen, and it isn't going to be good. A wave of dizziness hits me and I stumble, my hand flying out to grab the nearest thing to prevent me from falling. Luckily for me, it turns out to be Kol. More pairs of hands grab me and lower me to the floor, their scents flying around me like nothing I've ever experienced before.
"Stiles?" Kol asks, his voice distorted and his face blurry. "Stiles, what's going on?"
Kai appears in my line of vision. "Void? Come on, answer me. Stiles!"
Theo places his hand on my forehead and hisses. "He's burning up. Something bad is happening."
All of a sudden Lydia screams. The windows shatter into millions of pieces and I barely have the strength to use my magic to protect everyone from the falling glass. I start to shiver and that's when I realise something really bad must be happening. Sometimes my Witch side goes haywire and I am able to tell when something extremely bad is going to happen.
"Need to leave," I say, struggling to sit up. "Everyone needs to leave. Now. No questions asked. Need to go."
No one puts up a fight. I hear clothes being thrown into suitcases and the suitcases being thrown into the boots of cars. Feet thunder up and down the stairs, their worry and fear washing over me like a rain storm. I pull myself free of my friends and stagger towards the front door, slowly regaining full control over my body.
"You need to get out of here," I growl. "They're not after you."
"Stiles!" Lydia yells, reaching for me. "Come on!"
"Derek, get everyone out here. I don't care if you have to kill my siblings to do it. Just get everyone out of here. You included."
Derek growls but listens to me. He adjusts his hold on Lydia and carries her out to his Camaro, her screams loud and clear as she tries to fight him. All of a sudden she goes silent and I know that Peter has done what he usually does to make someone shut up - knock them out. The cars take off and their scents vanish from my sensory range within minutes. Just in time too.
