Music filled the air as I felt his fingertips trace figure eights on the palm of my left hand as he drove down a dark road.
"Thanks for going out with me tonight," he said with that half smile that made me melt.
I felt myself laugh.
I looked into his eyes.
He leaned closer to me.
My heart skipped a beat as I leaned closer to him.
"Stiles.." I whispered.
He stared into my eyes, horrified.
"Stiles?" I started to raise my voice.
He started to cry.
"Why don't you love me like I love you?!" He started yelling.
"Stiles?!" I screamed as if he couldn't hear a word I was saying.
He screamed as a deer ran in front of his jeep. I screamed as if my lungs were exploding.
And I screamed until I woke up.
I woke up to an empty room. But found a piece of paper with Allison's hand writing on it;
Lyd,
Find Stiles, and get out of the house. Alpha's coming for you. Stiles should still be outside of your house. When you get to him, call me.
XO,
Al
I don't know what built up within me. I packed a small bag, got out my cutest combat boots and jacket and snuck out of the house.
I turned the corner to where the driveway was, and of course, there sat Stiles' truck.
I ran over to it and tapped the window.
Stiles let out the most womanly scream and woke up," Shit. Shit shit shit. Lydia. God. Shit." He paused and just stared at me with wide eyes.
"Let me in?" I questioned.
"Oh!" He gasped unlocking his doors," Passenger seat."
I ran to the passenger side door and got in as he sped off.
He nervously tapped the steering wheel and kept turning to me every 30 seconds.
"Stiles," I said abruptly, breaking the silence and his nervous taps,"We need to call Allison."
He looked at me and scratched his head," Oh, yeah! Allison. I'll call."
The phone rang and she picked up,"Lydia? Stiles?"
"Yeah, we're here," Stiles said as he parked the car in the police station parking lot.
"You're at the police station?"
"Yes, Al." I said as a muffled growl cut me off. The phone hung up,"Al? Allison? Allison!"
"Shit.." Stiles whispered and threw his head back and hit the steering wheel.
"What's wrong?" I said as he huffed.
He said nothing.
"Stiles Stilinkski, you tell me what's going on right now."
He looked at me and grabbed my hand,"Jackson's back.."
My heart sank.
"And he's not that great of a person.."
"What?" I zoned out.
What the hell?
"Lydia.. Jackson killed Boyd and Erica. He's part of the Alpha Pack.."