☆彡 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳
❛ can you just admit that i saved your life already? superman is here. i'm right in front of you! ❜
lois was sure that she would love
a human boy. not a werewolf. but
isaac lahey put a dent in th...
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Stiles didn't take it well.
"So, where is it?"
"I don't know," Lois whispered. She could feel his eyes boring into the side of her head, and it was starting to hurt. She let out a sad sigh. It was hard to look at him, because if she did, Lois knew it would break her heart.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" He frowned, and took a step forward. She mirrored it, backwards. "You said you found it!"
The tone of his voice made her flinch, her eyes snapping shut as she shuffled away from him. Lois had never been afraid of Stiles; he was her best friend, her brother. There had never been a need to be afraid of the boy who loved her, the boy who protected her, who held her in her lowest moments and who pulled her out of bed on her worst mornings. To Lois, nothing about Stiles was scary — no one thought he could be scary. And yet, in that moment, the shear volume of his voice had her knees shaking. He was angry, and that scared Lois. Stiles was angry because of her.
She forgave him.
Perhaps she wasn't in the position to be the one granting forms of forgiveness because really she was the one in the wrong, with all the lying and whatnot, but she forgave him nonetheless.
Stiles was angry, and he deserved to be.
Honestly, she couldn't blame him. How could she? Lois had just confessed that Jennifer had told her that she must have found the Nemeton, which meant that she would have found the root cellar, too. If Lois had found that, then she would techie know where the woman was keeping their parents. Lois should know. But, there she was, telling them that she had no idea. The only person they knew who had found the Nemeton, and yet she couldn't remember how to locate it again. Their parents were going to die— Lois' father was going to be apart of the next ritual sacrifice if they didn't manage to find them, and she couldn't even remember where it was? In all seriousness, Lois was angry at herself. So, when Stiles raised volume in his voice and glared at her with genuine hostility for one of the first times ever since they were born, Lois didn't blame him for it. It was impossible to even try. Lois didn't blame him, at all.
