Through the Dark // S.S. [Book One]

Chapter 13

I roll my eyes. "Great. Use your werewolf smelly thing and find her."

Someone appears, causing Stiles to jump. "Wow!"

Scott turns to see Allison. "What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us."

Allison shakes her head. "I don't care--she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do."

"I can find her before the cops can."

"How about before my father does?"

"He knows?" Stiles asks in shock.

Allison nods. "Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

"Search party." Scott says.

"It's more like a hunting party."

"Get in."

Stiles nods slowly. "Alright, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

Allison shakes her head. "I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.""

"What others?" I question.

Allison shrugs. "I don't know. They won't tell me yet."

Stiles sighs. "Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right way?"

"Take the next right!" Scott yells from out the window.

We end up at the Hale house, causing Stiles to frown. "She came here? You sure?"

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads."

"Alright, but has Lydia ever been here?"

Allison shakes her head. "Not with me. Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean--looking for an Alpha." Scott corrects.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

"Not all of them."

"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?"

"Yeah, we're--we're stronger in packs."

"Like strength in numbers." Allison guesses.

"No, like--like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way." Scott corrects.

"That the same for an Alpha?"

Scott nods. "That'll make Derek stronger too."

Stiles crouches down. "Whoa, hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire."

"Stiles--" Scott begins.

I turn to the sound of his voice and see him upside down. Stiles does the same. "Yeah, buddy. Oh."

Scott frowns. "Next time you see a tripwire--don't trip it."

Stiles nods. "Yeah, noted."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide. Go!"

Stiles, Allison, and I duck behind a tree and Chris Argent appears. "Scott?"

"Mr. Argent." Scott replies.

"How are you doing?"

"Good. You know, just hangin' out." I love a bad pun. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."

Mr. Argent frowns. "What are you doing out here, Scott?"

"Looking for my friend."

"Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"