[BOOK THREE]
Sierra Page struggled with moving on. The events from earlier that winter were permanently engraved in her head and with the loss of Allison, she knew she wasn't the same girl she used to be. But that was okay. Because she still had Sti...
Sierra blinked, thinking she misheard Noah's absurd question. Standing between Stiles and Scott, she had arrived with them at the sheriff's station hoping to find Derek. Her intuition had been right; Parrish and another Deputy had brought him in after they caught him trespassing on the Hale House lot.
Almost as soon as they arrived, Noah had ushered them into his office and didn't wait to question them about why a teenage boy's prints continuously stated he was Derek Hale. "Because if time travel is real, you know what, I'm done," Noah proclaimed, leaning against his desk.
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"I'm out! You're going to be driving me to Eichen House!"
"We found him like that," Scott stated honestly, but Noah couldn't believe his ears.
"Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth?"
Stiles scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, Dad."
"Yeah, you're the one to talk," his father retorted.
"He was buried in a tomb of wolfsbane," Sierra spoke up to end the confusion, not realizing how crazy the truth actually was, "in an Aztec temple in Mexico, underneath a church in a middle of a town...that was destroyed by an earthquake."
Scott let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes. No way would the sheriff believe them now.
"Sierra, come on, I expect more from you," Noah rubbed the side of his head and then pointed to his son. "He's the liar of the group."
"We're not lying!"
Noah glared at Stiles. "Really? You told me you were camping!"
"Yeah, we were," Stiles confirmed, glancing at Sierra, who had buried her face in her hands. "It was, it was in Mexico."
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Noah looked like he was ready to explode, his finger shaking towards Stiles. Scott stepped up calmly, clarifying the situation for him. "Derek has been aged backwards, and he can't remember anything."
