The events that happened with Jackson and Gerard had gone, and everything worked out as planned. Scott and his friends could now live a normal mortal life, without the supernatural world getting in their way.
But all things must come to an end...
S...
A few days had passed and it was currently night, Scott and Stiles were going to a party that Stiles was invited too. So, they had their night sorted, a party is a party. One of them is bound to get lucky...
As I was in my pjs, ready to turn in for the night. I heard a soft knock bang on my door, I raise my eyebrow to wonder who it was at this hour. I listened very carefully, to hear two heartbeats. As I approached the door, ready to attack if needed, I swung it open but sighed at the sight of two of my friends.
"Allison, Lydia, what are you doing here?" I asked, my eyebrow raised at them both.
"We need to show you something," Allison spoke, as she held her arm out, as did Lydia, both side to side. Their were bruises on both of their arms, but it seemed like a pattern.
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I gently took their arms in my hand, as I stared at the symbol of some kind. "It's some sort of symbol," I state to them both, my eyes meeting back with their gaze.
"Have you seen it before?" Lydia had asked, making shake my head at her.
"I'll see if I can find anything in the books, but for now go to Scott, he's at a party," I state to them both as they both nodded, and smiled at me, before turning to leave. I watch them get into Allison's car and drive away from my house. They are getting more deeper into the supernatural world, and there was no way to stop them from that, but there are ways for me to try to protect them.
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School had arrived, and I went in empty handed, I couldn't find anything within my books that had a sort of symbol that were bruised on Lydia and Allison's arm. So, we were out of luck there.
Scott, Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Derek and I, all stood in an empty class room. Stiles and I sat in a desk next to one another, as Lydia and Allison stood, showing their bruised arms to Derek and Scott.
"I don't see anything," Derek spoke, as his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes casting to Scott.
"Look again," Scott states, wanting Derek to believe that they were helping and it was some sort of symbol of sorts.
