As if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough - Now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix.
But Amber, Stiles, and Scott could totally handle this. It would be fine.
Everything...
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C H A P T E R F I V E
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There was a quiet *tink* from her left and Amber's head snapped up in surprise from where she'd been laying on her bed reading a book for English. She blinked in the silence that followed before the soft noise sounded again and she pushed herself to sit up, abandoning the worn paperback on the bedspread beside her.
Still unsure where the sound was coming from, she dropped her feet to the floor at the edge of the bed and waited. She was just about to stand when there was a louder, more aggressive version of the noise as something smacked sharply against her window.
She rushed over to peer out through the glass and into the backyard. Squinting into the darkness below, she could just make out the shape of someone squatting beneath her window with their hood up, their hands digging around in the garden before blindly tossing another rock up at the window where it smacked aggressively against the glass in front of her.
Amber slid the slightly creaky window open and laughed when Stiles' head snapped up at the sound. He got to his feet quickly and brushed his hands off on his jeans before waving up at her with a sweet smile.
"Can I ask why exactly you're trying to break my window?" She laughed, leaning onto her elbows on the windowsill.
Stiles spluttered quietly below, "Wh- I'm not trying to- I'm throwing pebbles!" He told her, as if the simple correction explained everything.
"I think a couple of those might've been too big to be considered pebbles-"
"It is not my fault your backyard is significantly lacking in appropriately tiny rocks-" He interrupted.
"Sorry, sorry. Why exactly are you throwing pebbles at my window?" She amended, an amused smile pulling at her lips, "Y'know, instead of using the front door.."
"I- I'm being romantic!" He called up defensively.
"You know what would be really romantic?" She asked playfully, "If you weren't fifteen feet away and I could give you a kiss."
"Good call!" Stiles shouted as he scrambled away, his feet slipping in the damp grass beneath him as he ran out of the backyard.
She shook her head fondly as she watched him go before sliding the window shut again. She skipped down the stairs quickly, catching Jason raising his eyebrows at her curiously as he headed up the steps with a glass of water, the two of them meeting halfway on the staircase.
"Hey, did I hear the Jeep pull in a minute ago?" Her brother asked.
"You did." Amber paused in her path down the stairs.
"Knew it," Jason nodded, "That engine's got a very distinct and mildly concerning rumble-"
Amber laughed and went to continue her descent down the staircase but her brother's hand on her shoulder made her pause again.
