Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

The Last Chimera Part 3

Once we got to Stiles' room, we immediately got to work, utilizing his board of suspicions.

Checking his phone, Stiles said, "There was a call a few hours ago about a missing sophomore from Beacon High who never made it home last night." Stiles walked over to show me what he was looking at. I peeked over at his phone before returning my focus to the board. I understood everything on it, but I didn't see how it would help us find out what happened to Sheriff.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Noah Patrick." I looked on the white paper taped to the board with a list of names on it, then pointed to the second name down. Noah Patrick.

We took a trip down to the school, where Scott ripped the combination lock off Noah's locker. He opened it and removed a grey and white sweater that reminded me of something Isaac would wear.

"Now we can catch his scent." Scott turned and threw the sweater to Malia, who was walking towards us. I stiffened, now feeling guilt pool in my stomach. Suddenly I was aware of how close I was standing to Stiles and how my arm kept 'accidentally' rubbing against his, and I stepped away.

"You called her?" Stiles said, though it didn't sound enthusiastic.

"We need all the help we can get," Scott defended, looking at Stiles' blank face. "I should be calling everyone."

"And I know what this kid looks like," Malia shrugged, looking at Stiles. Stiles sighed heavily and gave in.

"Hey, Malia, I-," I started, but she gave me a vicious look. If looks could kill.

"I'm not speaking to you. Theo told me what you did. I haven't been human for too long, but I know that friends don't do what you did. We're not friends," she spat. My heart clenched as she turned her back to me and started walking. I knew there would be repercussions of my actions, but I hadn't anticipated it hurting quite this bad. My chin trembled, and Stiles set his hand on my back, comforting me in the only way he could right now.

Scott looked confused. He would be, considering he knew nothing about what was happening. I was pretty sure he could guess it, though. I sat in the back of the jeep with Scott. It felt so unusual for us all to be in the same space again, and I hated myself for letting things get this way.

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Malia yelled for Stiles to stop, and he stomped on the brake. She pointed to an opening that looked like a train tunnel, but minus the train.

"He went that way. We have to follow on foot." Everyone got out and ran, following her. I went down a few steps and ended up between two tall thick concrete walls with nothing but dirt and mulch under my shoes. I walked in the back near Stiles and stopped when he stopped.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"I'm fine."

"Okay... Now tell me the truth."

Stiles hung his head, looking up at me through his lashes. He chewed on his lip, then licked it and said, "I'm okay, mostly. I just feel like everything's falling apart."

"It has been for a while. I think we were just too busy to notice," I replied, leaning back against the wall while he faced me. He laid one hand flat on the wall next to my head and looked at the ground.

"Yeah..."

"But there's a good side."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"