Inside his bedroom, Scott begins to scream. I can't tell if he sounds like he's in pain or if he's angry. Stiles puts his hands over his head as my brother keeps shouting. Neither of us has said a word since I said 'okay.' It would be awkwardly silent, but the shouting werewolf in the other room fills the emptiness.
Suddenly, Scott stops. Quietness falls in the hallway.
"Scott?" Stiles picks his head up and angles his face towards the door. "You okay?" After another quiet moment, Stiles begins to stand. "Scott?" He opens my brother's door and peers into his dark room.
As soon as he turns around, I know something's wrong. His face is full of alarm.
"What?" I demand, pushing past him. Scott's cuffs lay on the ground, surrounded by blood, but there's no Scott to be seen. Stiles is already running down the stairs. "Hey!" I yell and chase after him. "Wait for me!"
"Emerson, no," Stiles says as he stops at the bottom of the stairs. He whirls around to look at me. "Stay here, in case he comes back."
"He's not coming back, Stiles, and that's a shit reason to leave me behind." I cross my arms defiantly. He doesn't seem convinced. "You've never left me behind before. Why would you start now?"
Stiles purses his lips at me and sticks his tongue in his cheek. I raise my eyebrows. He puts his hands on his hips and we just stare for another minute.
"We're wasting time," I point out.
"Just get in the Jeep," he sighs in frustration. I don't even feel a small rush of victory. I've also noticed that I've stopped getting excited about getting the front seat. The little things don't thrill me anymore.
The sound of my seatbelt buckling fills my ears and then the engine roars to life when Stiles turns his keys. It stays quiet except for the road noise and it makes me anxious. Stiles starts tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and I can't seem to focus on looking for my brother through the window.
"Could you stop that?" I cry finally. Stiles slams on the brakes. "Tapping your fingers, not the car," I snap. I turn to look at him in annoyance. He's staring straight ahead, though, not paying me any attention. That's when I become aware of the flashing blue lights. My eyes follow Stiles' line of vision and I take in the Sheriff's car, a body on a stretcher, and an ambulance. Another car pulls up as Stiles gets out and I hurry around the Jeep to follow him.
"Dad?" he calls. I take in a sharp breath.
"Stiles, it's not your dad," I assure him. He runs away towards a guy in uniform with a similar hair color to the Sheriff.
"Dad?" he asks, grabbing the guy's shoulder. He turns. Stiles' face falls when he realizes it's not his dad.
"Stiles!" I call, running to keep up with him. "Stiles, your dad is fine. I would've had a vision -"
Stiles brushes me off and turns to look at the other officers.
"Has anyone seen my – seen my dad?" Stiles stammers out.
"He's fine, Stiles," I rush out. Stiles pushes his way through officers to stand next to the stretcher. His fingers brush the sheet. "Stiles, don't." I can see the thought forming behind his eyes. He looks down and so do I. A charred hand sticks out of the sheet.
"Stiles!" a voice says behind us. I turn to see Sheriff Stilinski standing with his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing?"
Stiles wordlessly pulls his dad into a tight embrace. Mr. Stilinski looks at me, confused. I want to shrug, but I'm not clueless about Stiles' thought process this time. He's always worrying about his dad and with a known murderer on the loose and Mr. Stilinski getting hurt every time the Alpha is near, I'm worried.
"Come on," Sheriff says, lightly patting his son's shoulder. "I'll walk you back to your car and then you're going home."
I follow behind them. They stop to talk, but I can't hear what they say because I'm too busy focusing on the car that pulled up and parked in the shadows. I squint, but I can't make out the two people sitting in the vehicle. I know, though. I can see Kate and Allison's dad watching us. For a minute, I wonder what they're doing here and then I can hear them. My feet glue themselves to the ground in fascination, but I angle my shoulders away so it doesn't look like I'm staring at them. I can see perfectly, however.
"That one's Stiles?" Mr. Argent asks.
"Another friend of Allison's," Kate replies.
"And the girl with him?" Mr. Argent squints, trying to make me out.
"Emerson McCall. Scott's sister," Kate answers.
"Are you gonna tell me about that talk you had with Allison?"
"You tell me something first." Kate looks at her brother. "That night you came across those two betas, one of them was smaller, right?"
"Mm hmm," Allison's dad hums.
"Well, was he just smaller? Or could he have been younger, too?" Kate raises her eyebrows.
"Are we sure it's a 'he'?" I can feel Mr. Argent's eyes narrowing in on me and I swallow heavily.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
