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 can't believe there's something left in my chest anymore but god damn, you got me in love again."
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Harper's eyes snapped open abruptly, her chest heaving for air as she pushed herself up from the mattress. She blinked quickly, her mouth dry as she felt around her in the darkness, finding nothing but an empty bed. The short-haired brunette flung her arm over her eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips as she recalled the nightmare she'd just endured.
Her heart rate was irregular and hurting her chest so much she almost thought she was having a heart attack. Harper knew she could go next door and wake Lydia, but right now that wasn't who Harper needed. The woman pulled the covers off of her sweaty figure and moved over to her temporary wardrobe, pulling out a jumper.
She shrugged it on and grabbed her car keys off of the vanity before leaving the apartment. The darkness surrounding her as she headed over to the car parked nearby made her heart only pick up, bringing back memories that caused her to flinch. As soon as she was in the car, she took off in the familiar direction of a certain Stilinski's house.
Sheriff Stilinski's car wasn't parked in the driveway when she pulled up, so she guessed he was still working late at the station. The living room light was glowing despite it being almost two in the morning, so Harper just knocked on the door. She wasn't a teenager anymore- there was no need for her to sneak through Stiles' bedroom window.
The door opened seconds later, revealing a very confused-looking Stiles Stilinski. His long hair was even fluffier around his face from where he had been laying down and he clearly hadn't shaved that morning, a shadow around his chin and up his cheeks. Stiles seemed surprised to find Harper on his doorstep so late at night, his hazel eyes softening.
"You okay?" He noticed the way her bottom lip was trembling slightly and moved aside so that she could step into his warm home. "Hey."
He held her arm before she could retreat all the way to the living room, gently pulling her back to look him in the eye. As soon as brown met hazel, Harper began to tear up again, throwing herself against his larger frame. Stiles held her back immediately, releasing a small sigh and stroking her back in a comforting gesture.
"What happened, Harps?" Stiles asked softly, his other hand cupping the back of her head and making her feel safe.
"I had a nightmare," she breathed against him and he immediately understood. "A really bad one."
Even during college and after, the members of the pack all suffered the PTSD of their teenage years. It was inevitable, especially for Harper and Stiles who were very much still in touch with their human sides and had suffered so much.
