Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Forty-One: Ghosted

The Sheriff huffed as he closed the door to his office so that we could have some privacy. "Alright. You hear a voice coming through the radio, and now you're convinced that it's the voice of-"

"Stiles. Your son" Scott nodded

"Uh-huh. And maybe it's just a random signal cross?"

I sighed and slammed the keys down on the table, "Peter gave us the keys to the jeep and it started right up. Claudia's jeep"

He frowned, "Oh, wait, wait. So now I'm supposed to trust Peter Hale?"

"We want you to trust us," Scott argued, "We heard Stiles on that radio, we're sure of it. If you had heard it too-"

"Well, I didn't"

I shrugged, "Yeah, but if you had-"

"Enough, guys! Enough" the man snapped, giving the keys back to me.

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Lydia stopped the car and I stared out at the slate skies and battered buildings. Malia prodded Scott's leg, waking him up. "Where are we?" he asked.

"According to the GPS, this is it" she told him.

The four of us got out of the car, looking around the desolated place. "This is it," Lydia sighed, "Canaan's a ghost town"

"I don't hear a single heartbeat" Scott frowned as we trudged along. The road was empty, save from a few cars.

"I'm not catching any scents" Malia added.

The Alpha glanced at one of the cars, which had a large satellite dish strapped to the back seat. "I wonder why Stiles would send us here" he huffed.

One of the streetlights flickered and we all paused to stare at it before continuing. A large, tattered banner hung above us. Most of it had torn away, leaving one word, 'CANAAN '. Lydia scrutinised it suspiciously, "This is the place I saw in the mirror"

Scott, Malia and I continued, approaching a table. I picked up a phone, it was large and very thick, it even had a little antenna sticking out of the top. Malia checked a newspaper and some receipts, both of them revealed the same date, April 8th, 1987.

There was a creaking sound and we all turned, making our way over to the carousel in the middle of the street. It was overgrown with ivy and there was a suspicious red liquid on one of the horses.

Scott went to step onto it, jumping back when there was a metallic clunk and a whirring sound. The carousel slowly began to spin, an eerie tune playing through the speakers in the middle, interrupted by the occasional squeak.

I wandered away from the others, wanting to explore the area a little more. As I walked along the path littered with dry leaves, I saw something.

Two people were stood several metres away, talking urgently to each other. I ran towards them, "Hey! Hey, I thought this place was abandoned. Who..." I trailed off as the couple turned to face me.

The woman was beautiful, with long blonde hair and olive eyes. She smiled sweetly, holding the man's hand. He was handsome, his forest green eyes twinkled mischievously as he brushed a dark strand of hair out of them. "Mom? Dad?" I murmured as I stared at them.

They nodded, reaching their hands out for me to take. "Hello, darling" my mother said, smiling sweetly at me.

"Come on, sweetie, aren't you gonna give your folks a hug?" my father asked, quirking an eyebrow as he smirked.

I didn't even think, all I wanted was to be near them again. I raced towards them, hugging them tightly. They wrapped their arms around me, pressing kisses against my forehead.