Strange things always happen in the town of Beacon Hills, and life is hard for teenagers, with things like exams, classes, pesky teachers, drama and the occasional full moon, no one can really be prepared for anything.
That leads us to the main prot...
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3 𝑥 02 ~ 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑅𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 __________________________
Leo's PoV
"I don't know," lydia said joining their arms together, "it doesn't look like much to me,"
"It's a pattern. It means something," Allison spoke up from the driver's seat,
"Yeah... but what does it mean?" I asked her from the back of the car and she just shrugged,
"You really think Scott's gonna know what it is?" Lydia asked her curiously,
"No, but he might know someone who does," Allison answered her and I knew who she was referring to,
"How are you so sure that it means anything at all?" Lydia asked, trying to gain all the facts,
"Because that girl wasn't just looking for Scott. It's like she needed to find him, like she had to, and that means something," Allison said as she sped down the road,
As we drove Allison called Scott and he told us where he and Stiles were. We got to the house filled with people and music blasting from the walls.
"This isn't the talk we were gonna have, is it?" Scott asked Allison after walking out the door,
"I need to show you something," Allison said after pausing, she extended her arm to him,
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Derek's PoV
"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous," Isaac muttered as he walked back and forth, "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him,"
"You'll be fine," I told him glancing up from my book,
"Does it have to be him?" Isaac asked me,
"He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself," I answered him,
"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd... well, I'd trust Scott," Isaac said timidly,
"Do you trust me?" I asked looking up at him,
"Yeah," Isaac said after a moment and I looked back down, "I still don't like him,"
"Nobody likes him," I muttered,
Suddenly the metal door to my loft slid open, revealing the devil himself.
"Boys," Peter started to say as he walked into the loft, "F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face,"
"We don't like you," I said bluntly, then slammed my book close and stood to face him, "now shut up and help us,"
"Fair enough," Peter said calmly, he flicked his wrist and his claws extended, we moved around, Isaac sat in chair and I went over to my couch, "Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm,"
