Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Chapter 14: Fragments of our Choices

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

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Stiles walked back to the camp and sat down on a stray log, he closed his eyes and sent his senses skirting across the parameter, he found Thomas jogging in from the east quadrant, and sent him a burst of his own magic, it acted like an act of ruffling the guy's hair affectionately, and then he moved on to the west quadrant of the camp, coming full circle, through the south, central and north corners, he found signature markings of Elena's magic and Alice's sense of being, he found Jackson as well, as repeated the gesture he'd used on Thomas on Jackson, it was gentle, so as to not startle him, a pat on the back, before he found himself back to where he sat.

He'd called his familiars back, the fox—was walking in a circle around him, the mist bunnies, effectively wetting him in an act to cool him down, in contrast to the fire from the playful-curious fox.

The wolf he called 'Sourwolf' came out and tackled his fox, the two squabbling in turns, and knocking bunnies all over the place. A falcon, he recalled creating only once, sat in a tree and chirped, mockingly, the air it controlled swirled around him, an almost see-through cocoon, he smirked and then brought his hands together in a clap, and shielded himself effectively from Alice and Elena.

Jackson walked back into the clearing just as the sound of Stiles' heartbeat disappeared, he startled and looked up, only to see him, disappear from view, behind a cocoon of air, taking a wary step forward he whined;

"What is he doing?!"

Unware of the inner turmoil Alice hummed, "Hell if I know, come here, I need to check your bandages", she muttered and pulled him with her to the center where her aunt was cooking.

"No", he shook his head, "Seriously what is going on?" he asked warily.

Elena smiled softly, "It's okay pup", she stood up and pat him gently on the head, "He's strengthening the wards around the camp, a few of them were triggered last night. Thomas has gone to check them, but Stiles has familiars on each quadrant checking the same. Whatever map he has in his head, he's scanning it as we speak. He'll come back in roughly ten-fifteen minutes", she guessed and then retrieved two packs of milk, sealed in Tetra bottles, from a container filled with ice.

"What happens when the ice melts?" he asked unconsciously wincing on slightly as Alice poked a scratch on his arm, she remove a tube of something sweet-smelling before gingerly applying it to his wounds, apologizing each time he flinched.

"Realize around five to seven days has passed or so", she explained, "All our perishables are in this ice-box filled with one large block of thick ice, and a kilo of ice-cubes. Stiles and Thomas dug a hole, deep enough that the core temperatures will not impede the temperature outside to melt the ice inside. So all our goods are in tightly sealed packs", she explained, "Speaking of, how do you take your coffee?" she asked as she went for a knapsack and looked for the coffee.