Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 46

I scrolled through my phone months later and noticed something very peculiar. Stiles' contact was blank, but still there. I furrowed my brow, sitting up straighter. I scrolled through more and tapped Scott's contact.

"(Y/n)? Hey, how's Santa Barba?"

"It's good. I was wondering, do you know why Stiles' contact i blank n my phone? His number's missing."

"Stiles?"

"Yeah, Stiles."

"What's a Stiles?"

"What do you mean what's a- Scott, can I talk to your mom please?"

"Sure, hold on." "(Y/n)?"

"Melissa? Hi! Is Stiles near by? Something's wrong and he's not answering his phone."

"Stiles? I don't know a Stiles." I smiled with a breathy laugh, thanking her for her time. I went back to my contacts and found Noah's.

"Noah!"

"Hello, who is this?" A female's voice answered and I recognised it immediately.

"Claudia?!"

"Who is this?"

"(Y/n), (Y/n) Hale."

"Oh, yes, you used to hang out with Scott McCall." I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah...Uhm, could I talk to Noah please? It's really important. Police stuff."

"Of course, hold on. Noah! It's (Y/n)!" "Hello?"

"Why's Claudia there? Where's Stiles?"

"What are you on about? Who's Stiles?"

"Nothing, sorry, my mind is playing tricks on me, sorry for wasting your time."

After hanging up, I stared at my phone. I looked up when my door opened, revealing Hallow with the grimoire.

"What's wrong?"

"No-one remembers Stiles..."

"He's pretty hard to forget, how'd they manage that?"

Hallow screamed when the book flew out of his hands and hit my wall, the book opening and flipping through the pages. My eye followed where it went, I saw an imp there, frantically throwing pages to the side in order to find the right one. Hallow and I shared a look. The imp stopped and turned to us, hopping in his place and pointing to the page making funny squeaking noises. I approached the book, letting the imp hop to the side and then onto my back and settle on my shoulder. I stared at the page in confusion.

"Hallow?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you now about The Wild Hunt." I turned my head to look at him, concerned.

"I know it's not good. They're part of the shadow realm, ghostly riders, taking people and erasing them from reality." He swallowed thickly, "(N/n), I think we need to go pay Beacon Hills a visit." I groaned. We had improved my power massively and I was able to summon any demon, any creature, anything my mind could create and conjure. I could open portals and dimensional rifts. I could do anything, but I still needed the book if I wanted to create new spells or creatures.

"We can't go back. I said I wasn't going to get involved with the supernatural."

"(Y/n)." My familiar stated sternly. "This is Stiles we're talking about. No-one remembers him, he doesn't exist, and more people are going to go missing if we don't do something."