【Book One ----- Season One】COMPLETED
In which a young girl falls in love with a boy, who loves someone else while trying to figure out the dangerous town of Beacon Hills.
❝So... Lydia? You really love her?❞
❝Yeah. She's the most beautiful girl I've...
The sky-blue Jeep sped through the dirt road, sending dry leaves into the air. Inside, Scott was looking through the internet, trying to find a page explaining why Derek had used wolfsbane. His fingers typed incessantly, and his eyes scanned until he concluded that there was no answer. An annoyed huff escaped his lips, "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."
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"Just keep looking." His long-term best friend replied while trying to keep his eyes on the road. Scott rolled his eyes, exhaling slowly as he felt something in his chest. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something like maybe they bury you as a wolf." It was not hard to tell that Stiles was desperate to know what it was all about and wasn't about to give up. There was no way that there wasn't any information on it. "Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."
Behind them in the passenger seat, Thaís began feeling dizzy and visibly paling. Her lungs were starting to feel as if they were on fire, her breath dissipating. Her hearing had diminished to almost nothing but a mere buzzing. Obviously, the guys in the front seats were talking to each other, yet she could barely hear them. A sharp headache slingshot in, making her hands grab hold of her head. "Et tunc incipit griseo.", Loud whispering came - A female voice. It boomed, making her clench her eyes and shake with fear. "Et tunc incipit griseo."
"I'll put it on my to-do list," Scott grumbled sarcastically, his words getting rigid and his face paling too. "right underneath, figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."
"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." The latter pondered.
"Okay! Stop it!"
His buzz-cut friend frowned, "Stop what?"
"Stop saying 'werewolves'!" Scott glowered, "Stop enjoying this so much!"
Meanwhile, the girl in the backseat was slowly spiraling into unconsciousness, losing herself between the echoing in her head and the pain. Eyes glazing over with white clouds of haze. The shortness of breath becoming prominent.
The pale boy looked concerned at his friend, "Are you okay?"
"No!" The shaggy-haired werewolf was becoming extremely agitated. He shut his eyes closed as if he was in pain, which he was. "No, I'm not! I'm so far from being okay!"
"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later," Stiles explained, driving.
"I can't."
"Well, you're gonna have to."
The frantic werewolf heaved, "No! I can't breathe." He then yelled in pain, growls expelling along with them. One of his hands slammed against the roof of the Jeep. His friend's eyes widened, and his hands lost control of the Jeep's steering wheel for a split second. "Ah, pull over!"
