Into the Flames → Liam Dunbar [2]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Wh-that's it?" Stiles exclaimed. Addy gave him a look. What else did he want from her? "You're telling me that you went over, forgave him, and that was it?"

"Okay I didn't sleep on the couch, but nothing happened! What did you want to hear?" Addy ran a hand through her hair. "That we had super intense se–"

"Alright!" Scott clapped his hands together, putting the whole conversation to a stop. "I think that's enough."

"No, no, I really want to know, Stiles. Do you really want to hear about mine and Liam's sex life? Because I can tell you every little detail right now." Addy stepped closer to him. The fact that their sex life was non-existent didn't stop her from making him uncomfortable. He didn't know they never did anything like that.

"No." Stiles' face was bright red.

Addy smirked. She fulfilled her job of the day with flying colors. "Good."

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While the pack was meeting in the library, Addy was making a much needed phone call. She hadn't talked to Brayden in so long, and she promised to keep him updated. Without her updates he got worried, and the more he worried the more he considered going back home to check in himself. So, she figured it was time to talk to him.

Addison stood outside the library doors, giving a little wave to Liam who waved back, a grin on his face. The phone dialed and dialed until finally it went to voicemail. Addy scrunched her eyebrows together. He never missed one of his calls, especially from her. She redialed, but was left with the same fate as before.

"Come on, Brayden. Where are you?" Addy muttered. The automated voice finally finished talking and allowed her to make a voicemail. "Hey Brayden, um, just calling to check in and update you, but I guess you're busy. Just call me back, okay? I'm getting worried. I love you."

She sighed and shoved her phone in her back pocket. Brayden not answering his phone made her nervous. Something had to be wrong because he always had his phone on him, and it was always charged. She was getting antsier by the minute. If something happened to him, especially because of her, she would never forgive herself.

"...as strong as possible, as fast as possible."

"Because of Parrish," Liam answered. Addy sat down in the chair next to him, a dull look on her face. He noticed it instantly and knew something was wrong. As of late he had been more noticeable on how she was feeling. He was glad he learned how to read chemosignals, it made it easier to check up on her.  "Hey, everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, fine." She nodded. "So, any more news on the Beast?"

"Uh, we've got one clue to go on." Stiles pulled out a folder filled with pictures. One had a bloody footprint on the floor, the crime scene from the hospital. "This came from the hospital. Whoever's lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size ten of indeterminate make."

"Indeterminate?" Malia questioned. Stiles explained that it meant that there was a partial print. Their chances of finding out who it was, was getting harder and harder. Every clue was left with a blank. "How many size tens are out there?"

"Only one with Parrish's blood on the sole," Addy remarked.

"So, are we going to try and get the game cancelled?" Liam asked. He noticed Addy scratching her wrist and grabbed her hand. She only started doing that when something was wrong.

"No, we're going to play, but we're just going to hope really hard that it doesn't turn into a blood soaked massacre," Stiles said sarcastically.

"We still don't actually know if it's going to happen. It might just be a regular lacrosse game. It's possible, right?" Lydia questioned. It was her first day back at school. Addy thought she was going to stay back for a few more days still. She went through something extremely traumatic and deserved more than three days break. Lydia almost died, and she almost took a lot of lives with her.