Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Superposition Pt 3

I sighed again as my mind and body failed to go to sleep. Scott's arms were too tight around me, his warm chest firm against my back. His breath kept hitting my ear, softly snoring because that asshole could sleep.

"Scott," I whispered, receiving no response. "Scott."

"Hmm?" he grumbled, half asleep.

"Roll over."

Scott did so without any more words, turning his back to me. I quickly turned around and snuggled up against his back. Since he was already asleep, he didn't have much to say about it, and I fell asleep faster than I have any of the past weeks.

My dreams were infiltrated with a man. It was the same one from the school, the plaid, the hair, the jeans, the sneakers. Everything about him was the same, except this time, he was facing me. The blue jeep from the parking lot was behind him and it was windy and stormy out, but the sky was clear.

The man had no face. It was just a blank slate, but I could hear his voice, so I knew there was a face in there somewhere. I just couldn't remember it.

"I know you," I said to him. "Why do you keep coming to me? What's your name?"

"Remember..."

"I'm trying. You have to help me. What am I supposed to remember?" I tried to take a step to him, but my feet wouldn't move. He started to fade away from the outer edges, and panic made my heart race. "Wait! Don't go. Please, help me remember!"

"Remember I love you." The man turned around and walked away from me, even as I begged him not to. The further he got the less he seemed to exist, dissipating into thin air all while his words repeated and echoed around me.

"Style!" I jolted up in bed, panting and sweating like I'd been running for hours. I could still hear his voice loud and clear telling me he loved me. I had no idea who he was or what he was even supposed to mean to me. Maybe nothing, but it sure didn't feel like nothing.

I frowned as I noticed that I was alone in the bed, and the reason I had woken with such a start was because my phone was ringing. I grabbed it quickly, answering it as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Y/N, I need you to come to the Preserve. I woke up here, and I think it might have something to do with whatever's happening," Scott said.

"Uh, okay. Yeah, I'm on my way." I changed into clothes rather quickly, bringing a change for Scott in a back because he was probably still in his sweats. I grabbed his motorcycle keys, slid on my helmet, and drove to the Preserve.

Scott was waiting for me in his pajamas as I had suspected, and I handed him the bag of clothes after parking the bike. He thanked me and quickly changed into them.

"I called Lydia and Malia, too," Scott said. Not long after he'd dressed, they pulled up in Lydia's car. Scott turned on a flashlight so they would be able to see him as they walked up. I handed them the extra flashlights I had brought. "Hey. I went to bed at home and I woke up in the woods. About a mile out. I think there's a reason why it happened. We've been out here before." He started walking deeper into the woods, telling his story, and we followed. "It was the beginning of freshman year, the night before lacrosse tryouts."

"Yeah, I remember. It was all you could think about," I said.

"What were you doing?" Malia asked.

"We were looking for a dead body," Scott answered. Lydia made a snide comment about the morbidity of that night, and I agreed. It had been pretty morbid. "Right. So then what were we doing out there? Because it wasn't my idea."