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

Chapter 31

Stiles sighs. "Yeah, but is now really the right time?"

"What if not telling him now get someone else killed?"

My boyfriend pulls his hand away from mine as I sneeze a few times. His voice takes on a more desperate tone. "What if telling him gets him killed, huh? I mean, okay, look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to you. I get that, okay? But this is m...Scott, Meg, this is my actual father. I can't lose both of my parents, alright? Not both of them."

Scott's voice softens. "You're right."

Stiles sighs. "No, I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him."

I take his hand as I swallow back a sneeze; rather painful. Scott nods at him. "Megara and I will help you."

Scott walks out and Stiles glances to me worriedly. "I'll take something. I'll be fine. Come on."

We follow after Scott and see Ms. Morrell talking to the sheriff. "Please, whatever you need, however you can help find my brother."

"Will you excuse us for a moment?" Sheriff Stilinski says politely.

As soon as he walks to his deputies, Ms. Morrell walks over to us. "Okay, listen closely, each of you. No sheriff, deputy, or Detective is going to be able to find him."

"You don't have to ask us for help." Scott tells her.

"Actually, I'm trying to help you, because if you're going to find my brother, then you need to use the one person who might actually have an ability to seek out the supernatural."

We all look to each other and Stiles and I say, "Lydia."

We rush off to the school and manage to sneak into where Lydia is. I hear two voices. Lydia, and one I don't recognize. Obviously someone who knows Derek; probably Cora. I hear Lydia say, "Let go. I said..."

"She said let go." I growl, raising my hand as water starts bubbling.

Cora releases Lydia and Stiles sends Scott a text. We head into a science classroom; Mr. Harris's I think, and Stiles places a ouija board on the table. Lydia and Cora are sitting next to each other. I'm standing across from Lydia as I rest my elbows on the table. "A ouija board?" Lydia scoffs.

"Also called a spirit board," Stiles answers as he starts setting it up, "and it's worth a shot."

"A shot in the dark."

"Lyds, maybe it will work. This is for Scott's boss." I say.

Stiles nods. "Yeah, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion."

"Oh, wait, should we all do this?" Cora asks.

I shake my head, knowing how dangerous ouija boards can be, but Stiles says, "Yeah, yeah. You guys ready?" The three of them place their hands on the little puck.

"Yeah." Lydia whispers.

"Yes." Cora states.

"No, but it's for Deaton, so, sti kólasi mazí tou. Let's do it." I say, placing my hand on the puck.

(Translation: to hell with it)

Lydia raises an eyebrow and Stiles says, "You get used to it. Where's Dr. Deaton?"

We all stare at Lydia and she asks, "What?"

"Aren't you gonna answer it?"

Lydia frowns. "Oh, I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."

"Well do you know any spirits?" Cora asks.

Lydia points to the werewolf as she questions, "Is she for real?"