GENESIS
[ BOOK FIVE ] COMPLETED
It's been seven years since Harper Verum had fought beside her pack in a supernatural battle, and three years since she'd last stepped foot in Beacon Hills.
However, when Scott McCall and Allison Argent send out invi...
" broken down but act okay, a dirty habit i've been meaning to replace. "
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"Who is this?"
Stiles stared at the man who was sprawled out across the seats of the prison cell, unconscious. He was barely awake as he scratched the stubble on his cheeks and chin, his hazel eyes blinking tiredly.
Lydia's phone call had woken him at barely five in the morning. He'd been reluctant to answer at first, craving some peaceful sleep in the bed he'd owned as a teenager, but he guessed it must have been important since Lydia never contacted him anymore.
"Lenard," Malia spoke with distaste, "he's a Druid, like Deaton."
Stiles rolled his eyes at her short reply. "Okay, well, why did you need me to lock him up exactly?"
"We went to him about some nightmares Allison's been having," Lydia began, "He was okay at first, and then Allison told him about how Harper brought her back from the dead and he totally freaked out."
"Freaked out how?" Stiles frowned, now officially concerned as he stared between the two girls and the man locked in the cell.
Malia hesitated, "Freaked out as in screaming-and-strangling-Harper freaked out."
"Malia!" Lydia smacked the werecoyote's arm, appalled at how bluntly she'd delivered the news.
They watched as the man's eyes widened and his posture seemed to falter, his arms unfolding from where they'd been against his chest staring at them expectantly. Now Stiles wore an anxious expression, clearly worried about the Empath who he'd just realised wasn't with them.
"He strangled Harper?" Stiles' jaw was clenched.
Lydia nodded with a sigh, "Not enough to do any long-term damage, I think, but Allison drove her to the hospital just in case."
"Why the hell didn't you start with the fact that Harper was hurt?" The Stilinski man reached to grab his jacket off of one of the hooks on the wall and threw it over his shoulders, swiping his keys off the desk.
"I'm going to the hospital," he tossed one of the key cards at Lydia who caught it. "That opens the cell door. But don't let him out unless the place is fucking burning down or something."
Both Malia and Lydia watched with soft eyes as Stiles marched out of the Sheriff's station, not even saying goodbye to any of the deputies who were on early morning shifts. As the door slammed behind him, the room rattled slightly and Malia released a low whistle.
"Damn," she glanced over to Lenard who was snoring, "Let's hope he doesn't wake up until Stiles has calmed down."
