Season of the Witch ↠ Isaac Lahey [1]

01; bite mark

01; BITE MARK

She was having a rather odd dream, one involving a teacup, Alice in Wonderland and her cousin Rachel, so maybe she could have been pleased with the interruption.

Wren let out a loud snore as she came back to reality, before realising that it was her phone. She scrambled to reach it, knocking it off the bedside table. "Oh you have got to be kidding." She groaned, searching the ground for it, before finally finding it and answering.

"What?" Wren snapped

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine." She let out a loud groan at the sound of Stiles Stilinski's voice.

"Oh my God Stilinski, what do you want?" She snapped, not too pleased about being woken up. You see, Wren really likes her sleep. Scott, at Stiles' side, laughed loudly.

"Well, I heard my dad's going out into the preserve. Someone found a dead body. Scott and I are going to try and find it." He explained. Wren groaned. Did he seriously wake her up for this?

"And?" She asked.

"Want to come with?" He asked.

"Why?"

"Because they only found half of the body! Scott and I are going to find the other half." Silence. "Come on Wrenny, you and Scott always complain that nothing happens in this town! Now we have the chance to find half of a freaking body!" He said excitedly.

"Why are you so happy about this?" She sighed. He did have a point. Beacon Hills was a quiet town, something exciting rarely happened. Her father loved that, mainly because it meant she wouldn't get into too much trouble. Well, that's what he hoped anyway. "Give me five minutes and promise to never call me Wrenny ever again. Okay?"

"Good! See ya!" He hung up and she scrambled out of bed, one foot on her favourite black jacket, the other on a discarded Gotham City Sirens comic. I'm going to regret this, aren't I? She thought, while pulling on black leggings. Ah, fuck it.

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Wren climbed out of the car, letting out a content sigh as her feet hit the ground. "Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked.

She pulled up my hood, shivering at the cold. "It had to be the preserve didn't it? Couldn't have been a nice, warm shopping mall that doesn't give me the creeps."

"Oh come on, I'll remind you two that you both always bitch about how nothing ever happens in this town. And if you're too cold Wren then why don't you just sit in the car?" Stiles asked, smirking slightly. Wren narrowed my eyes at him. There was no way in hell that she would stay in the car after coming all the way out here. "I thought so." Stiles added.

"I just wanted to get a good sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott explained.

"Yeah, because sitting on the bench is such a growing effort." Stiles replied. Her cousin wasn't the greatest at lacrosse. She was pretty certain that he would end up on the bench again for ninety percent of the year again.

"No, because I'm playing this year! In fact, I'm making first line!" He said.

"A boy can dream." Wren said, letting out a laugh as Scott elbowed her side and grabbing his arm as she tripped over yet another rock.

"Yep, even a pathetically unrealistic one!" Stiles added.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.

Stiles stopped for a moment. "Huh," Oh no. "I didn't even think about that!" Wren groaned loudly.

Fantastic.