Be the hero

Lose The Thread

   My day passed quickly. A bogus excuse was enough to convince Scott and the rest of the pack to justify my almost broken arm and I was reassured. The trick would be for that idiot sourwolf to spread the truth, I don't really want that.

   But things were getting weirder and weirder as the days went by. Deep down, I knew that a loop was repeating itself. But this time I had the keys in hand and nothing of the past would happen again. If Scott dated Kira, it meant that the things that happened with Allison could happen again! And... she didn't finish well. The only thought of Allison's body in Scott's arms breaks my heart, and that was obviously my fault. If I hadn't let the Nogitsune do what he wanted, none of this would have happened. She wouldn't have died. My best friend wouldn't have lost his first love in the worst way.

   "Stiles."

   "Mmh?"

The subject of my thoughts looked at me with a glimmer of curiosity in my eyes.

   "You weren't listening to me, right ?"

   "No more than that,  no. But I remember everything you said today."

   "That doesn't count. Anyway, not much is happening these days."

   "And that's a bad thing, perhaps...?"

   "It could be."

   "Yes, but as long as no one die, it's not such a bad thing, Scotty."

His hint was clear. Nothing bad happened since the departure of the Nogitsune. Rhys. A psycho who crushed my unhappy mind.

   "Derek wants to have a meeting tonight at the loft."

   "Yeah..."

   "Wanna go with me ?"

I looked up at him.

   "I'm not a member of the pack, Scott."

   "Don't say such bullshit, Stiles. It's Derek who wants you to come."

   "Wow! He didn't threaten my life ?"

   "He said that if don't come, he will find you and rip your throat out with his teeth."

Raised eyebrows and fearing for life, I gladly accept the sourwolf's generous invitation. He will never change his record, ahah.

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   The evening came. With Scott and my eternal Jeep, we go to the Alpha's loft. I am in no way reassured that it is obvious but nothing is reassuring in his way of acting anyway.

   Basically, I believed in a simple pack meeting, which will not change from usual. I was sometimes invited to some of them so nothing surprising until now. But, honestly, I care too much my throat to refuse such a generous offer from such a sourwolf. How could I eat without a throat, I would say even better how to live without a throat ! Even the baddest villains don't have that kind of gait, they still have their throats, nah but what a bitch-

   "Stiles, are you listening to us ?", said Scott in a tenderly aggressive voice.

   "Yep."

   "What did I say?"

   "That there was a new pack in town and we were all going to die soon," I replied without bothering to hide my anguish.

   "Not all of us, no," sighed Lydia. Half of us raised our eyes to question our friend which didn't seem surprised at all. Kira asked if she had a premonition and Lydia nodded strongly, "But I'm not sure 100% I want to talk about it. Yes, Scott, I know it's crucial to talk about it to avoid making innocent victims, but... this time it points directly someone in the pack."

A flat silence followed the new. I was the one who broke it, unable to bear such a long and heavy silence.

   "Since I'm the only one who's not dead inside yet, I ask, who ?"

Lydia looked at me and a slight discomfort insinuated in me.

   "You," her voice broke, "you, Stiles..."