☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ can you just admit that i saved your life already? superman is here. i'm right in front of you! ❜
lois was sure that she would love
a human boy. not a werewolf. but
isaac lahey put a dent in th...
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TW: SUICIDE
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021. SAD THINGS AND PUPPET STRINGS. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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"I can't find Scott, anywhere..."
Lois cringed at the stirring in her stomach. She tried not to trip down the staircase and focused on her feet, rather than the anxiety she felt, but it was difficult. The fact that they couldn't find Scott in the motel was worrisome. Incredibly, so. Considering the state that they had found Boyd and Isaac, Lois wasn't sure if she wanted to know where Scott could have been.
Wherever it was, it couldn't have been good — Lois Lane was sure of it. Scott McCall didn't just go rogue; this was Scott McCall.
She had an awful feeling. A really, terribly, awful feeling that she couldn't shake. It was like a sixth sense. An intuition that she held for her friends, for their safety and wellbeing.
Something told her that Scott wasn't safe.
Not here — and not in this motel.
The state that Isaac and Boyd were in had terrified Lois. Boyd had nearly died — and hell knows what Isaac would have done, if she hadn't found him under that bed. Both of them would have been goners if the group hadn't figured that heat would pull them out of their hypnosis. Goners. Dead. They had come so close.
Truthfully, she hadn't wanted to leave Isaac and Boyd. It felt so wrong to leave them there, after all of that, but she had to find her best friend. Scott was one of the most important people in Lois' life and if she let him die, god forbid, she would never forgive herself for it. Not if she could have tried to stop him; not if she hadn't done everything in her will to save him. He was Scott. The boy who came to her rescue when she had fallen off her bike, having only met her once, and who had befriended her without so much as a question because she was Stiles' best friend and if she was Stiles' best friend, then she was already his. The boy who now climbed through her window and kept her company, or went on runs with her to clear their minds when it all felt foggy.
