The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Riddled

Y/n's POV

"Y/n! Y/n! Wake up!" Scott shouted as he shook me awake.

"Scott?" I mumble groggily and sit up, rubbing my eyes. "Why are you waking me up? What time is it?"

"I don't have time to answer your questions. Get dressed," Scott demanded. "It's Stiles."

"What's wrong with Stiles?" I ask.

"I don't know," Scott breathed out. I quickly climbed out of bed and threw on a hoodie and some jeans. I hopped on one foot awkwardly as I slipped on some socks and sneakers and ran after Scott who had made his way downstairs. Isaac was in the living room too, and both of them were gathered around Scott's phone. Suddenly, it lit up, and I saw that Stiles was calling.

"Did you call him? Did you call my dad?" Stiles quizzed.

"No. But I've got Isaac and Y/n with me. We're coming to find you," Scott declared. "Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look."

"It's a basement. I think, I think I'm in some kind of basement," Stiles stated.

"In a house?" I push.

"No. It looks bigger. Like industrial," Stiles clarified. "I think there's a furnace, but it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the, I gotta turn the phone off. It's going to die."

"Wait, wait, wait. What else is there? What do you see?" Scott implored.

"The phone's dying," Stiles repeated softly. "I can't talk. I have to go."

Scott frowned. "Stiles? Why are you whispering?"

"Because I think there's someone in here with me," Stiles responded. And then the phone line disconnected.

"We have to go to Stiles' house. There might me some clues there. I'll drive," I announce.

"Why can't I drive?" Scott inquired.

"Uh, because it's my car, Scott," I remind him. "I'm driving, end of story. Let's go." As soon as I parked my car in front of the Stilinski household, the three of us were running towards the front door. I went to find the key to Stiles' house on my key ring, but that's when I noticed that the door was already unlocked. "Scott? Did you tell anyone else to meet us here?"

"Uh, no," Scott replied.

"Well then who the hell is in the house?" I whisper when I heard noise coming from the second floor. I flicked out my claws and snuck up the stairs, straining my ears to hear for more noise. And when I got to Stiles' bedroom, I found Lydia and Aiden. "What the hell, guys? I was about to tear you to shreds!"

"Never mind about that," Scott interjected. "How did you know? Did he call you too?"

"No. I heard it," Lydia spoke.

"Don't ask," Aidan requested. "It gets more confusing when you ask."

"Not as confusing as this," Lydia said and gestured to Stiles' bed, where all of the red string met. "He uses red for unsolved cases. Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case? Or is an unsolved case. Hold on. Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

"He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere. We came here to get a better scent," I claim.

"What else did he say?" Lydia pushed.

"Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding," Scott mentioned.

"And he's freezing," Isaac added.

"Tonight's the coldest night of the year. It's going to drop into the 20s," Aiden pointed out.

Lydia let out a breath. "Well what did his dad say?"