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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻
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𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘦
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"SHE'S NOT DEAD," DEREK SAYS firmly. His eyes flick over to the girl leaning against the wall, her eyes screwed shut as if she's trying to block out the entire world.
Stiles' eyes squint slightly as he watches the man finally stop his pacing. "Derek, he said, 'There's a dead body. It's Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us room for interpretation."
Charlotte takes a deep breath. "Erica isn't dead," she voices quietly. Her eyes flick open and she stares straight at Derek. "She can't be."
The Hale nods then turns back to face the rest of the group. "For argument's sake, let's say she is. Who else was in the vault with Boyd?"
Glancing between the two closest to the assumed dead werewolf, Stiles purses his lips. "Someone else, obviously," he answers.
"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle, okay?" Scott points out, raising his eyebrows as he looks to Isaac who has changed into a pair of dry clothes. "The one who saved you?"
