Book Six
No one is safe. Everyone is in danger. They will all die.
Darkness rises.
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Season 6a
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"I don't like this. I don't like this at all."
I rolled my eyes as we went through this for a third time, "Lydia, it's fine, I can handle this," I reassured her, though a part of me couldn't help but to wonder what would happen if my heart actually stopped during my time in the werewolf popsicle machine.
No time to think, only time to do.
I ignored Lydia's disapproving gaze as I tossed my leather jacket onto a nearby stool, my shirt soon following as I took off any loose articles. I tried to ignore Malia's wandering gaze as I straightened my stance, looking in between the silent trio.
No one said a word and I nearly groaned, "Am I gonna have to say please? Is this what this is about?"
Malia watched me closely, I could tell she was worried, none of us truly knew what would happen the moment I stepped into the chamber. All we could really do was hope for the best outcome and fight for it.
Scott huffed out a shiver encased laugh as Lydia shook her head, "It's too dangerous," she told us.
"Not as dangerous as doing nothing," Scott breathed out, catching my gaze again as he struggled to warm himself. "But I need you to be careful, alright?" He asked me, his brown eyes were conflicted as he spoke.
I could tell a part of him— the part of him that was my brother— wanted to keep me from even entering the chamber, but the other part— the part of him that was Stiles' best friend— wanted to do anything possible to bring him back.
"Scott—"
"She can do this," Malia sounded so sure of herself as she stepped forward, handing Scott his shirt as she stood by my side. "If anyone can save Stiles, it's Katherine."
She looked over to meet my eyes, her cool hand grabbing mine as she gave it a reassuring squeeze. I couldn't help the small tug that played at the strings of my heart as my eyes scanned over her face; the girl I loved was helping me remember the boy I'd forgotten, the boy I'd apparently also been in love with. She was pushing me to remember him, and I couldn't help but to love her even more because of it.
I shook myself out of my guilt, giving the three a sure nod before glancing back towards my brother, "It'll be okay, Scott. I promise, I have this natural hero quality about me so it'll be easy peasy," I told him, resting my hand on his shoulder momentarily before turning back towards the capsule.
Shit, I groaned internally.
"If this centers around a connection or some sort of tether then I think it's safe to say Stiles and I have that," I explained, though it was more to myself than to the others. "Something about a best friends to lovers story seems too poetic to pass up," I huffed out a laugh as I glanced back at my friends.
