Who saw the season premiere? I can't believe the show is almost over! I'm going to miss it so much. I have loved seeing the characters and relationships develop over the years. I am so excited to see what they do with this season and all the familiar faces returning! Thank you all so much for the continued support on this story! I hope you have enjoyed what I have written so far. We will see lots of familiar faces in this story and I am excited for where it goes! I hope you all enjoy!

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Chapter 7

"What can I do for you boys?" Mr. Argent asked. He took a seat on one of the chairs and watched as Stiles and Scott took a seat across from him on the couch.

"We need your help," Stiles quickly said.

"You mentioned that already," Mr. Argent said and then he raised his eyebrow. "What can I help you with?"

"Do you know of any hunters? Hunters that go by the name of Warner?" Stiles asked. Mr. Argent sat up straight in his chair and narrowed his eyes.

"Where did you hear those names from?" Mr. Argent asked. His voice was tense and urgent.

"Do you know them?" Scott chimed in.

"If you are referring to Michael and Haley Warner then yes I do know of them," Mr. Argent said. Stiles noticed how dismissive he was on the topic and it raised suspicion in him.

"That's exactly who I am talking about," Stiles said. "How do you know them?"

"I think the better question is, how do you know them?" Mr. Argent asked, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

"They are my girlfriend's parents," Stiles said.

"You know Charlotte Warner?" Mr. Argent asked, narrowing his eyes.

"How do you know Charlotte?" Scott asked, noticing that his best friend got quiet at the mention of her name.

"Michael and Haley were two of the best hunters I have ever came across," Mr. Argent said. "They made a lot of enemies though. Enemies that got them killed in the end."

"Do you know of anyone that would want revenge on them? That would go as far as to kidnap their daughter?" Stiles asked.

"Has something happened to Charlotte?" Mr. Argent asked. Stiles noticed his voice got tenser and that he sat up a little taller.

"Mr. Argent, correct me if I'm wrong but you seem a little more invested in Charlotte than you should be. You seem to really care about her," Stiles said.

"I do care about her. Very much so," Mr. Argent said and then let out a sigh. "She's my niece."

"She's your what?" Stiles asked. He looked over at Scott and could see a familiar look of surprise on his face.

"Charlotte's mom was my wife's sister," Mr. Argent said.

"Were they close?" Stiles asked. "Why didn't you take in Charlotte when they died?"

"Stiles," Mr. Argent sighed. "It is a lot more complicated than you think."

"You know she was bounced around in the foster system? No one ever adopted her," Stiles said. He could feel the anger starting to rise in him and he had to remind himself to take a deep breath.

"Before Charlotte's parents died, they made it clear that they did not want her to grow up a hunter. They wanted their daughter to have the chance at a normal life," Mr. Argent explained. "If we would have taken her in, then she would have been exposed to our life and that is the opposite of what they wanted for her."

"Do you have any idea who could be doing this? Any idea who would want to hurt her?" Scott asked.

"I have an idea," Mr. Argent nodded. "It is the same guy who has been wanting revenge for years. The brother of the guy her parents killed."

. . .

"Charlotte is Allison's cousin?" Lydia asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"It would appear that way," Scott nodded.

"Allison never mentioned a cousin," Lydia said.

"She didn't know," Stiles said. "Charlotte's parents wanted her to grow up away from this life. They wanted her to have a chance at a normal life."

"Is Argent going to help us?" Malia asked.

"He said he is going to use some of his contacts to see if they have any ideas on where Charlotte may be," Stiles said. "He is going to be in touch."

"So what do we do now?" Kira asked. "Where do we look for her now?"

"I don't know," Scott shook his head. "She could be anywhere."

"Do you think she's still alive?' Malia asked.

"Malia!" Kira shrieked and reached out to swat her arm. Everyone looked over at Stiles and noticed that he was looking off in the distance.

"What?" Malia asked, she looked over at Stiles and had the decency to look slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry but someone needed to ask it."

"I'm choosing to believe that she is still alive," Stiles said.

"Stiles is right," Scott quickly added. "They wouldn't want her dead, they would want to make her suffer for what her parents did."

"Charlotte is tough," Lydia insisted. "She can handle just about anything life throws at her."

"Yeah," Stiles nodded and then let out a long sigh. He knew that his girlfriend was tough but how long could she hold on? Where was she?

. . .

Charlotte wiggled her wrist again and felt like the ropes were finally starting to budge. She could feel some of the circulation starting to come back and she knew that her wrists were almost free. She could do this. She could get herself out of these restraints. She was strong and she was tough. She did not need someone to help her get out of this. She was able to do it on her own. She just needed to find the will and strength. She was exhausted, she was malnourished and she was lacking water. She felt completely dehydrated.

Something inside of her told her that she needed to do this though. There was a strong part of her that gave her the motivation she needed. Maybe it had something to do with her mom and dad. Something about their memory helped her fight the exhaustion she was currently battling. She finally felt one wrist break free and then the other. She quickly made work of her ankles and then stood up. The moment she stood up, her legs gave out and she dropped down to the ground.

"Is she in there?" The voice from the other day asked. Charlotte widened her eyes and looked around the room for an escape.

"Yes," Eric growled. "Do you want to see her?"

"No I don't want to see her," he snapped. "I don't want any part of this. When are you going to get it through your thick skull that this is a terrible idea?"

"Her parents killed my brother!" Eric yelled. "She has to pay."

"Have you ever met Scott McCall or Stiles Stilinski?" The voice demanded.

"No," Eric said. "I'm not afraid of them."

"Well you should be," he insisted.

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do," Eric snapped.

Charlotte had another one of those moments where she questioned everything she knew about her boyfriend and his friends. Why did it sound like they were so threatening? Why were people so afraid of them? What had they done growing up? She saw a window in the corner and bit her lip. She quietly creeped towards it and then realized that it was open. She used all the strength that she had to pull herself up onto the windowsill and then was able to successfully crawl through the window. The cold breeze hit her fast and it was almost a relief from the stuffy room she was just in. She looked around and had no idea where she was. She needed to find help, she needed to find Stiles.

. . .

"You think the woods was the right place to go?" Lydia asked, looking around at all of the trees and dirt. "Do you really think he would hide her in the woods?"

"You never know," Stiles said as he flicked on his flashlight. "It's a start."

"We'll go this way," Scott said and then gestured in the opposite direction. He took off with Kira and Malia, leaving Stiles alone with Lydia.

"She has to be out here somewhere," Stiles mumbled. The two started to walk and it was mostly silent. The leaves were rustling under their feet and Lydia looked over at her friend and saw the determined look on his face.

"How are you?' Lydia finally asked. She winced because that was a terrible question to ask right now.

"What?' Stiles asked, turning to face her.

"I know," Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes at herself. "That was a horrible question. I know if this was Parrish I would be a wreck right now."

"You two seem happy," Stiles said.

"We are," Lydia nodded and smiled. "I really love him."

"Good," Stiles said and then managed a smile. "You deserve to be happy. I'm glad he makes you so happy."

"Thanks Stiles," Lydia smiled at him. "I can see how happy Charlotte makes you. I'm glad you found someone as amazing as her."

"I never thought it was possible to be this in love with another person," Stiles admitted. "I know that when I'm with her, I'm looking at my future."

"We're going to find her," Lydia insisted. She stopped and rested a hand on his arm. "You two are going to have your future. The two of you will find your way back to each other."

"What if she never forgives me?" Stiles asked.

"For what?" Lydia asked.

"Hiding all of this from her," Stiles said. "When she finds out that I knew all about this world, she is going to be so mad at me. She may never forgive me."

"She will," Lydia nodded. She could see the uncertain look on his face and pulled him into a hug. "We are going to get her back."

. . .

Charlotte had to stop and rest against a tree. She was having a hard time catching her breath and she was exhausted. She could feel the fatigue from the lack of water and food starting to catch up to her. Her legs were jelly and felt like they were a second from giving out for good. She looked around and realized that she was in the woods. It was dark and her eyes were bleary. She ran a hand through her knotty hair and took a deep breath. Just a few more steps, that's all she needed right now. Her feet were completely bare and they were starting to ache but she could do this. She could find the strength.

That's when she saw it, she saw a light. Two different lights were moving in all different directions and she sucked in a breath. Eric must have realized that she escaped. He and his friend must have discovered the empty room and went out looking for her. She saw the lights getting closer and she hid behind the tree. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second, this was it. They were going to catch her. When she opened her eyes, she saw the lights only inches away from her. She peeked her head around the tree and the light connected with her face. She saw the face before he saw her and relief filled her.

"Stiles," Charlotte said. Her voice was weak and her whole body ached but the sight of her boyfriend made her feel better. Stiles quickly looked up at the sound of her voice and dropped the flashlight he was holding.

"Charlotte!" Stiles breathed out a sigh of relief and quickly rushed forward to hug her. He grabbed her in his arms and pulled her close to his body. She let out a painful gasp but quickly relaxed in his touch. She knew that there was so much to talk about but for right now she felt safe. He pulled back and rested a hand on her cheek, causing her to wince. "Are you okay? Where were you?"

Stiles inspected her and could see the exhaustion and bruises all over her. Most of the left side of her face was bruised and her left eye was barely staying open. Her arms had bruises from where someone grabbed her. The bottom of her dress was ripped and her hair was sticking out all over the place. Her face was pale and she looked like she was completely worn out from lack of sleep.

"I don't know," Charlotte shook her head and then all of a sudden the world started to spin. She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Stiles," she mumbled.

"Charlotte?" Stiles raised an eyebrow and then he saw her eyes roll back into her head. She collapsed in his arms and her entire body went limp. He fell to the ground with her and ran his hand over her cheek. He shook her slightly but saw no movement. "Charlotte!" Stiles yelled but she remained completely still in his arms.