"Let me out!" She screamed, banging on the cool metal that served as a prison. "Let me in." The dark figure rasped, suddenly appearing by the small openings of the locker. She gasped, familiar brown eyes piercing her own. "Let me in," he repeated, the gruff voice now morphed into a much gentler, familiar voice. She couldn't look away from his eyes, the desperateness of them holding her captive. She was only able to whisper one choked syllable. "Stiles..." »Book 1 »Season 3B