Complete // Stiles Stilinski [3]

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Scott and Stiles left that night to go find Kira. They got information from her dad about where Kira and her mom would be.

I took it upon myself to go talk to Malia. I explained to her everything that was going on and that we needed her back. She said she didn't want my help. She wanted to find her mom on her own and she didn't want to drag me down with her.

I explained to her that I will always be on her side. If she wanted to kill her mom, I would be there. I know Scott and Stiles will hate it if I help her since I already have so much blood on my hands but I can't help but feel like Malia and I are the same person. And I didn't have help to kill the person who killed my family. Well, I did. But I wish I didn't get that help.

Malia told me that Braeden and her found a guy that helped her track her mom down. Apparently, the Desert Wolf also has Dr. Deaton. Which is not good.

Malia said that she would find them on her own, but come to me if I needed her help. So I went to school and pretended to be a normal teenager. In between classes I would call Scott to get an update on how they were doing. It wasn't till the next morning that they found Kira and her mom.

I stand here in the Hospital with Scott, Kira, and Stiles. I watched in horror as nurses wheel in body after body on gurneys. I counted 1 by 1. A total of 23.

Sheriff Stilinski approached us with a sad look on his face. He stood beside me with his arms crossed over his chest as they brought in the very last one.

"Who found them?" Stiles asked him.

"Argent. And he said the Doctors were down there. He also said you guys might know what this thing is," Sheriff replied.

"We're got a theory," Scott said.

"It's a slightly terrifying theory," I said staring at the ground.

"Well, the ME said that the victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels," Sheriff explained.

"Hey, what if the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies," Scott thought aloud.

"Why would they do that?" Kira spoke up.

"Maybe they're covering for it. Protecting it like a parent would," Stiles figured.

"Protecting what?" Sheriff asked.

"A werewolf," I said. "It's called the Beast."

Sheriff's face showed exactly what all of us were thinking.

"We know. Horrifying," Stiles commented.

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish. Because it looks like his dream is coming true."

My eyes traveled down the hall to where Parrish was standing in the doorway. He was doing something with the clipboard in his hand. Most likely charting each body that gets rolled in.

My phone buzzed from my pocket. I pulled it out and saw I had a text from Lena. She wanted me to come home since it was getting dark.

"I have to go," I told my three friends. Scott gave me a nod.

I sent them a smile as I walked down the hallway. I pulled my keys out of my pocket but they got stuck on my pants so I accidentally dropped them behind me.

Before I could bend down and get them, Stiles had already picked them up for me.

"Thanks." I sent him a warm smile, which he returned, and took the keys from his hand.

"Listen-"

"Look-"

We both started to talk at the same time.