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...
" i wanna be your lover, i don't wanna be your friend. you don't know what you have till it's gone, my dear. so tell me that you love me again. "
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Beep! Beep!
A groan fell past Harper's lips as she turned over in bed, managing to become even further tangled in the bedsheets. Her eyes blinked open when the beeping of her mobile phone didn't stop. They felt dry and achy, most likely due to some of the crying she'd done last night.
Not only was she stressed about the current situation, but she was worried about Allison, and Scott didn't seem to particularly like her right now.
In an attempt to shut the beeping off, Harper's hand extended from her nest to smack down on the screen. For a second she thought she'd pressed decline until she heard the familiar, muffled voice of Stiles. She grabbed the device and put it on speaker, groaning out a greeting.
"Were you still asleep?" Stiles' judgemental voice came from the other end.
Harper yawned, rolling over. "Mhm. Sup?"
"I have news. I'm outside your apartment building right now," Stiles spoke.
The brunette seemed to jump alive at the sentence, her body lurching from its mini coma as she frantically looked around her. It was like one of those moments where you think it's the weekend but it's actually a school day and you have ten minutes until the first period. Harper gripped the phone tighter as she flung her legs out of the bed and moved into the bathroom.
She almost gasped at the sight of herself in the mirror. "Um," she spoke awkwardly down the phone, "Let me quickly brush my teeth and stuff. Let yourself in, the door should be unlocked."
"The door's unlocked?" Stiles didn't sound too pleased, "Please don't tell me you actually left the door unlocked when people are out getting murdered."
"People?" Harper repeated, frowning at the plural.
Stiles sighed, "That's kind of what I have to talk to you about."
Harper's heart skipped a beat and she nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see her. "Right. I'll be as quick as possible."
The brunette hung up before she took a look at the bird's nest on her head with a small pout. Her brown eyes were rimmed red from crying and she honestly looked out of it, like a character in a movie who was moments away from becoming a zombie.
Harper grabbed her toothbrush from the pot and began to scrub at her teeth, meanwhile stalking around the bathroom in the hunt for her face wash. She found the pink tube by the bathtub and grabbed it, finishing up with her teeth before spitting out the paste and hurriedly working on making her skin look more presentable.
