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Chapter 4: Moonlight
"Time to wake up!" I jumped awake at the sound of Dave's voice.
"I'm awake!" I yelled. I must've fallen asleep on Stiles's bed. Stiles's legs were still on the bed but his face was on the floor. Scott had fallen asleep in Stiles's computer chair. Papers were strewn across the floor.
"I've got to get to work," Dave said. "And you three have to get to school."
"Dad?!" Stiles called before Dave could leave. "Heather?" Poor Stiles was still worried about his friend that had disappeared a few days ago.
Dave looked at him with sympathy. "Nothing yet..."
"Ten hours of nothing!" Stiles cried.
"We'll find something, Stiles," I told him.
"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead or Boyd any less about to be dead," Stiles reminded me.
"You are a ray of sunshine," I said, more to myself than him.
"We've still got time," Scott said.
"Is this whole remain optimistic in the face of complete and udder disaster apart of the whole 'be-a-better-Scott-McCall' program?" Stiles asked.
"Um," Scott said. "Not if it doesn't work..."
"No," I said. "It works."
"Ah," Stiles said. "Charlie, you've got something..." Stiles motioned toward his cheek.
"Huh?" I grabbed a piece of paper off of my cheek and examined it. It had Dave's picture on it. The headline said something about First National bank robbery. "Oh my god, Stiles!" I exclaimed, handing him the paper.
"Oh..." Stiles said. "Dad! Dad!"
After talking to Dave about how exactly the bank was broken into, Stiles pulled up to school. Getting out of the jeep from the back I might add, I followed the two boys to the school.
"So at five we meet at Derek's to go over the plan," Scott said.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"Right now?" Scott asked. "Go to English."
I walked to my locker as I didn't have English and I wanted to be late for Bio as it was my worst class. As I felt a pair of arms snake around me, I realized I had found a perfect distraction.
"Hey, there," Isaac's sweet voice filled my ears and then he placed a kiss on my cheek.
"Hi," I turned around in his arms to face him. I kissed his lips and smiled. Then I remembered what happened yesterday at school when I had that freak out. "Hey, did something happen to you yesterday? Something painful?"
Isaac nodded. "Peter took a glance at my memories. By glance, I mean stabbed me in the neck and looked through my brain. Is that what you mean?"
I nodded. "I think so. I freaked out yesterday in front of everyone."
"The Empath thing?" Isaac looked at me. "You were connecting to me?" A smirk fell on his face.
"Shut up and walk me to class," I rolled my eyes, taking his hand.
"Okay," Stiles said, bringing out a map. I basically tuned out the whole plan because I wasn't "allowed" to go. Stiles wasn't either though so we would both suffer.
After Scott and Derek had both left, I sat next to Peter on the couch. I felt my eyes start to close when Stiles started talking, "I can't take waiting around like this. It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked! They're severely racked!"
"I could be you unconscious and wake you when it's over," Peter suggested.
"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles asked Peter.
"You think I really care?" He asked.
"I just don't get the bank though," Stiles said, switching subjects. "Why wouldn't they chain them up in some hidden underground lair? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?"
"They're werewolves, Stiles," I said. "Not villains."
"There's something up with the bank though," Stiles said.
"I concur, my brother," I said, mockingly. "Go on."
"Why wait around for the full moon?" Stiles asked.
"Maybe it's poetic?" Peter said, not really listening.
"They've have three full moons to be poetic, Pete," I said.
"Don't call me Pete," Peter said. "You two both need to shut- Wait a minute. What's it made of? The vault! What's it made of?" Peter leapt from his seat and made his way over to the plans. Stiles handed him a sheet of paper.
Suddenly, Stiles's phone was out and he was calling Scott. "Scott! You've gotta listen to me the walls are made of a mineral called hecatolite it scatters the moonlight."
"What does that mean?" Scott asked.
"It keeps the moonlight out. They haven't felt the full moon in months!" Stiles said, urgently.
"Like the gladiators in the Roman coliseum," Peter explained. "They used to starve the lions to make them more vicious, more out of control." Peter said. "Deucalion has kept them from shifting in three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it."
"Scott, they're gonna be stronger!" Stiles added.
"More savage, more bloodthirsty," Peter said which didn't really help the situation.
"Scott!" Stiles yelled after a moment of silence. "Scott!" All that could be heard was the growling of vicious werewolves.
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