Game of Survival [S. S. Book Two]

Twenty-Two

Stiles' POV:

My Jeep started smoking as I was driving and I pulled over. I pulled out my wrench and tossed it on the ground. Between Theo telling Scott about me killing Donovan, talking about taking Ally, and the actual act of killing Donovan, I was livid. I raised the hood and pulled out the tools. I threw a box of wrenches on the ground in a fit of rage and slammed down the hood. I made my way to the passenger's side and grabbed the bloody wrench and raised my arm, ready to throw it to the road, but changed my mind and threw it into my windshield.

I slumped down against my Jeep and sat with my back against the front tire.

Alyssa's POV:

I rested my head on Lydia's shoulder. It'd been a long night, and I was exhausted, but I wanted to find out what Parrish was, though I did have a vague idea. Parrish sighed from the other jail cell. "Go home, Lydia. Alyssa, I think you should go home as well. Stilinski isn't telling anyone where he put the bodies, and I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic."

Lydia sighed. "But you're drawn to death. Just like me and Lyss."

"Does that make me a kind of Banshee?"

I lifted my head up and scoffed. "Banshees are only female, but you're definitely something."

Lydia nodded. "You find bodies."

"I find Chimeras," Parrish corrected.

"Dead Chimeras," I retorted.

"So we're all harbingers of death."

Stiles POV:

Malia arrived to pick me up, which meant, unfortunately, I've got to leave my Jeep. As we were driving, Malia asked, "Can they fix it?"

I shook my head sadly. "There's not enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing."

"Maybe you should try something other than duct tape."

"It's got a bad alternator, you know, needs all new belts, transmission's going... The brake pads are basically metal on metal."

"How come you let it get so bad?"

"There's been a few distractions, if you haven't noticed."

Malia gave a light scoff. "I notice. More than you think I do."

I pursed my lips for a moment. "Uh, I didn't mean it like that."

She ignored my prior statement. "Am I taking you home?"

I shook my head. "No. Sheriff station. I gotta talk to my dad. And maybe see Ally, if she's there."

Alyssa's POV:

Parrish glanced between me and Lydia. "Does it help knowing? Knowing what you two are?"

Lydia shrugged. "It doesn't scare us as much. That I know."

"Do I scare either of you?"

"Once," Lydia admitted.

"Really?"

She nodded. "It was the night I found that werewolf, the one with the talons. I thought I was going to die that night."

"How come?"

"Because I saw you."

"I saw the Banshee. But I guess it was a dream or a hallucination."

"What was I doing?" Lydia asked.

"Trying to keep me alive."

"Well, sorry, but the Banshee was mostly trying to stay out of the rain."