❝She's a Phoenix, and she'll let them see her rise❞
Star Stilinski is the witty, sarcastic younger sister of Stiles Stilinski.
Although, something bad happened to her.
Before The Darach was defeated, she had shoved her claws onto Star's stomach, dee...
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I was right when I said that Stiles still needs more improvement in lacrosse.
The game had started, and so far, Stiles has been falling and stumbling down. No one in our team had made a goal yet, and I'm starting to worry more about Scott and Kira. Late is late, like Coach said, but they're really late. I cringed when a few players from the other team tackled Stiles down, and the rest of the crowd had groaned.
The other team made another goal, and I was starting to loose hope that we would win this game. Coach had yelled something that we can't understand. I pulled my phone out and texted Scott for the nth time as the boys took a little break, but still, no answer. Same goes for Kira.
The break was over, but Stiles ran towards where my dad, Malia and I are. He told us that Scott and Kira hasn't replied to him. Both dad and Stiles are leaving o find them.
"Wait, I'm coming with you," I stood up, ignoring Stiles's dismay.
"What about Liam?" Dad asked me.
I turned to look at Liam, who was already looking at us. I whispered that we'll be right back, and he nodded. "It's okay."
"Want me to stay here if he shows up?" Malia asked us, and Stiles nodded.
We took off, determined to find where Scott and Kira are.
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By the time that we entered Derek's loft, Braeden and Derek were already there. The place was a mess, lots of things were broken. Someone else was here.
"What the hell happened?" Stiles queries them.
"It was supposed to be a date," Derek replied.
"So much for a "date"." I mumbled, looking at the broken things on the floor.
"They both were here?" Dad queries, to which Braeden replied to. "And they're both gone."
Stiles's phone began ringing, and he quickly pulled out his phone and answered. "Hey."
"Scott's been taken," I heard Lydia's voice from the phone.
"Scott and Kira. We just don't know where." Stiles corrected.
"Mexico." Now that was Deaton. "And if you want to save their lives, that's where you're going too."
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"Stiles, I'm telling you. Dad's not gonna let us,"
