Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Memory Lost

"So, let me get this straight," I chuckled, "You stopped a guy from stealing... helium?"

"Helium is very dangerous, Ari. It's a drug!" Stiles huffed.

I nodded, "It's also used to fill balloons and children's birthday parties"

He frowned, "Are you making fun of me?"

"No. No, of course not. Helium is very dangerous and I'm proud of you. Now, can you please tell me why I'm here?" I impatiently gestured around at the Sheriff' Station.

"Liam and Hayden found a kid in a car, his parents are gone"

Stiles, Scott and I stood outside of the office, listening to Stilinski talk to the boy. "Alex, you know we're having trouble locating your parents and since you can't remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might help you remember. But I need you to be okay with it, I also need you to know that it's probably gonna hurt"

"I don't care, I just want to find my mom and dad"

Stilinski closed the blinds to his office, making sure that nobody could see what we were doing. Scott patted the boy's shoulder, "You ready?" Alex nodded, gulping a little. Scott extracted his claws and dug them into the boy's neck, making them both close their eyes.

After a moment, Scott pulled away, gasping for air. I rushed forwards to steady the boy, taking his pain and letting him cling to me. "What'd you see?" Stiles asked.

"I saw a guy on a horse"

"Horse?"

Scott nodded, "He had a gun"

The Sheriff sighed, "Okay, a guy with a gun. That sounds like my department, not yours"

"What about his parents? What happened to them?" I asked, gently rubbing the boy's back as he leant against me.

"I don't know, that's all I remember. But... I got this feeling"

There was a pause, "What kind of feeling?"

Alex huffed, "They're coming back, they're coming for me"

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Lydia closed her eyes, resting her hand against the smashed windshield of Alex's parent's car. After a moment, she sighed and got into the car, rubbing he hands against the steering wheel. She glanced in the rear-view mirror and frowned. "What?" Stiles asked as he scrambled into the back of the car.

"This is a perfect shade for me. I forget the name" she remarked, examining her eyeshadow.

"Can we please stay on topic here?"

She groaned, "I'm not getting anything"

There was a loud howl and I glanced up, watching as a coyote leapt over the fence, scampering towards us. The moonlight glistened in its bright blue eyes and against its grey fur.

I went up to Malia as soon as she was in human form, passing her some clothes. "I don't think they're dead" Lydia huffed, stepping out of the car.

"They're dead, probably torn apart. The only think I don't get its why there's no blood" Malia shrugged.

"They're not dead," Lydia argued, "If they were dead, I'd sense it"

The werecoyote scoffed, "If they were alive, I'd smell it"

Scott sniffed around, "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either"

"Scott, what are you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes, I timed it" Stiles snapped.