Fire and Ice Part 2

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I'm sorry this took me so long to make. And, this chapter is kind of violent so sorry for that.


"What?" I asked the rest of the pack. They called me to come to the cemetary and I tried to get there as fast as I could. "What is it? What's going on?"

Scott turned to look at me and smiled almost like he was apologizing. I ran to the grave that has held Stiles for three days now.

"Wh-... Ho-..." I couldn't form a sentence. The pack had begun to hang out again after the funeral. Isaac even joined the pack again but there's no telling how long he's staying. I didn't realize that being with them would make me feel better. I would always feel the hurt that this loss has caused but with them, the giant hole where my heart is supposed to be, hurts a little less.

Except for now. Now, the hurt is overwhelming because Stiles' grave is empty.

"We don't know what happened, " Lydia said. I sat criss crossed on the wet grass and held my head in my hands. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing from my eyes.

Lydia's POV

I walked over to Y/N and rubbed her back as she sat crying on the ground. I was trying to concole her but I knew there was no way she could be consoled completely.
This girl has been through so much. First it was Stiles risking his life to make sure she was safe. Now, his body is missing.


Lydia helped me stand and I looked back at the empty hole in the ground. The matte, black coffin was open and there was nothing inside.

I walked around the perimeter of the hole to search for any type of clue. "So, none of you have any clue about how or why this happened?" I asked the pack. They all shook they're head. "Someone took his body, " Malia said. "We don't know that for sure, " I replied.

I jumped down into the hole to look around. Stiles had taught me a lot about investigating while we were dating. That is the reason why we are even having this problem in the first place. That's why he died.

The Caliveras came back for Scott because he bit Liam. They warned him that they would come after him once he bit an innocent. They weren't lying. They kidnapped Scott and hid him and I knew where he was.


I ran to Stiles who was in his room trying to rest. He had been in an accident three days before. The Caliveras had caused a car accident to try and distract us from finding Scott. The accident had actually given me the major hint on figuring out where Scott was.

The car had been caught on a surveilance camera ten minutes before it hit Stiles. I hacked into the surveilance camera footage and found the car's liscense plate. I then looked up the liscense plate and began tracking the car. The technological stuff had always been my thing in the whole investigating process.

Stiles wasn't injured too badly in the wreck so he was able to rest at home. He had a couple cuts and bruises and a severe concussion.

"Stiles," I said. "I know where Scott is. I have to go get him now. I know you can't come but I can do it by myself I know I can. I called Lydia and Malia and they said-"

"No," he said. "You can't go without me." I scoffed and threw my arms in the air. "What do you mean?" I ask loudly. Stiles massages his temples as if my shouting is giving him a headache.

"They could've killed him already," I say with tears threatening to fall from my eyes just from the thought. Scott is like the brother I never had.

"Then tell the rest of the pack to go because you're not going," he says. He is talking to me like he can tell me what to do. "You can't tell me what to do," I say crossing my arms and looking at the floor.

"I know," he replies sitting up. I walk to sit in front of him on the bed. "I just don't want you to get hurt." He caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb and puts his head on mine.

"Okay," I tell him. "I won't go." I knew then that what I said to him was a lie but if I left during the night and returned that morning with Scott he couldn't be too mad.

That night after he had fallen asleep, the pack and I drove to the spot where Scott was being held, but like I said, he might already be dead.

We tried to fight the Caliveras but they were too smart and I wasn't very skilled with a gun. Liam, Hayden, Parrish, Malia and Lydia had already gone inside when some of the guards greeted me in the front of the building with smug smiles and various weapons made for werewolves.

I tried to fight them with my minimal bullets and fighting skills but it was worthless.

They were too skilled.

One of them tazed me before another pinned me to the ground. I couldn't move even without the man's knees pinning my shoulders to the wet ground.

Then, out of nowhere, Stiles pulled up and hit two of the three guards with his Jeep. He hopped out and ran to where the other guard and I were.

The guard rose and tazed Stiles until he fell to the ground. The guard hit Stiles in the back of the head with the end of the tazer until Liam came up behind him and knocked him out.

I lied there, feet away, doing nothing the whole time. I couldn't move. I couldn't even get myself to scream for help.

Stiles had lost a lot of blood before the ambulance came. He ended up having a brain bleed and didnt survive the night.

And it was all my fault.

*end flashback*

I thought back to the night and had to wipe the tears under my eyes with my shirt.. well, Stiles' shirt.

I crouched down trying to wrap my head around the situation. That's when I found the clue.

I looked at the inside of the coffin door. There were... scratches... on the inside. Like he had tried to get his way out.

"Guys," I said standing up. "There are scratches on the inside of the coffin." The whole pack muttered the same words. They are confused, as am I.

"There's no way he could've opened the door to the coffin with all the weight of the dirt on top of it," Lydia said. We all knew she was right.

"Well what if someone dug him out?" I asked. "But who would've known to dig him out?"

"I might know something about it," I heard the familiar British accent of a blind werewolf say.

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