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18. Sporting Goods

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SPORTING GOODS

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LYDIA

       "Mini!", I called after the girl, the girl that looks so much like me. She just ran out of the house and, for some reason, I was getting really worried. Maybe because she's my sister apparently. And then her brother... is my brother. This situation is so weird and it's my fault. She wouldn't have even left if it wasn't for me and now she's out somewhere, possibly about to die.

I stopped running and tried to catch my breath. I huffed and puffed as the wind blew around me. My teeth started to chatter and a sharp pain shot through one of them from the cold air coursing through it. I hate when that happens. The moon shined down on me as the night sky became more apparent than when I first chased after her. I've been chasing her that long?

I shook my head before continuing to run and made a sharp turn into the preserve, twigs and leaves crackling beneath me. "Mini!"

I need help because I can't possibly do this alone. I pulled my phone out and opened it up quickly before pressing the phone app. The keypad appeared and I pressed the number three before calling.

I love speed dial.

ANA

"Stiles, you can't keep this pent up anger on him. He isn't himself and you know that."

I could sense Stiles rolling his eyes through the phone as a sigh fell through his lips, "Ana, I don't care, okay? Yeah, I loved Lydia but now I want Mini and I think she likes me but then he goes and pulls this? He kisses her? He made out with her, Ana."

That's one thing about Stiles. I've said it before, he isn't the type of person to get mad but when he does, he'll go on a rant forever but then eventually get over it. That's why I'm not taking this situation seriously. He'll be over it tomorrow. Stiles currently has Scott locked up in his own room by handcuffs on a radiator because of the full moon. This was his "perfect" plan to keep Scott from going wolf on everyone in this town. Actually, we should all be saying "fuck the Alpha" because it killed Derek, the only one that knows what to do in these types of situations. Next time I see that Alpha, I'm punching the hell out of it.

"Stiles, but this is a little far. He could physically hurt himself. He's gonna pull and pull on the cuff and might break his wrist."

"He'll heal."

I rolled my eyes, "Don't be an ass, Stiles."

"Let me out!!!!"

Is what I heard. "Stiles... he doesn't sound too good. Let him out right now."

"He's all right, okay? I'm gonna check on him."

I heard him get up from wherever he was and footsteps followed later. "Scott? Where the hell did he just go? He was just here..."

"Stiles, what do you mean?", I fearsomely asked as I shot up from my bed, concern filling me.

"He isn't here... only the handcuffs and blood left on the radiator. Ana, I– I–"