Transitioning Into The Unknown [Book 2]

Goodbye Mystic Falls And Good Riddance

Notes:

So I'm back again, a lot of ideas are flowing for this story and since we're at the end, I have so many ideas to just push out. I was going to make this the last chapter but I feel like the confrontation between Beacon Hills and Mystic Falls needs to be finished in this book. And not carry over to the next book.

So that is what will happen.

Enjoy my friends!

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Stiles POV:

After quitting my job I went to see my aunt. I wasn't going to say goodbye to her so quickly but we are leaving in a day or so so I might as well give her some heads up.

And if I tell my cousin, I hope he would at least not tell anyone else for at least a day or so.

I parked the car right outside of her house and I walked up to the front door and I was about to knock on the door. But I heard somebody talking. I know I probably shouldn't use eavesdrop on my aunt, but I was curious. So use my hearing to listen in on what she was talking about. She was alone in the house but she was talking to someone else. Over the phone probably.

But the weird thing was I recognize the voice on the other side of the phone. But it didn't sound like Tyler. I doubt Peter would call her. Who was that voice?

......... Oh no. I could clearly hear my father's voice on the other end of the phone. Oh no, oh no, how did he find me this quickly? We haven't been visiting these people since I was three. What led him here? ..... Oh, Scott, you bastard, the only reason my dad would start looking for me is because of him. I mean, the only people who could've tracked Lydia in the group other than Lydia and me is my dad, unfortunately.

And my dad probably wouldn't look for me unless I was in serious trouble, or I'd have called for him, no matter what happened, he'd probably still look for me if I was in trouble. But this sudden prompted search, definitely Scott. I know him like the back of my hand. It seems we have to go earlier than we intended. Even though it's a few days earlier, we still have to leave, like now!

I hopped back in my car without ever informing my aunt. I would've if she weren't on the phone with my father. I drove all the way back to my house quite quickly; I was speeding, definitely speeding. I want to text Peter so badly, but you can't text and drive, for safety reasons. I make it back to our limited homestead. And I thankfully see Peter putting boxes outside of the house. Not inside his car, no, that's what my car is for. I grabbed Peter before he could go back in.

"We need to leave now. My dad's coming; he was calling my aunt, he knows. Scott, I'm going to kill him." I was breathing heavily by just speaking too fast.

Peter, the ever-patient one, only slowly puts the box down and grabs my shoulder,

"Breath Stiles. We can leave by tonight if we hurry, don't freak out, even if they come we can fend them off long enough, plus Lydia is still with them, she can give us updates if you ask her to stick with them for a bit. You good?"

I was good, he calmed me back down, which was good because I'm pretty sure my eyes started glowing for a second there. And he's smart about using Lydia, though the thought of using her sucks if she agrees it's beneficial.

"Okay, thanks. Let's pack; then, I'll text Lydia."

Peter grinned and shoved two boxes into my arms,

"Good here," he said as he pushed two more boxes on me.

"Okay, I got it. Sheesh." I say as I start loading it all into my trunk and back seat.