TREACHEROUS 🪐 STILES STILINSKI {2}

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

   "What are you doing here?" the question comes with a sigh from Alexander, his gun lowering off the redhead in front of him. He had been roaming through the tunnels, trying to find any sign of his daughter. They hadn't seemed to find anything new since he and the Argents found the operating theater the previous day, leaving them yet again at a stand still.

"Isaac called me." Alina speaks gently, walking towards him. "Why didn't you tell me she was missing?"

"I was hoping I would find her before it had to come to that."

The woman sighs before pulling him into a hug. "You don't like admitting defeat, Alex, I know. But this is about Venus, you need to take all the help you can get."

"I can't lose her." he speaks quietly, clutching onto her tighter. "I can't lose both of them. Not my baby."

"You're not going to lose her." she assures pulling away from him and pressing the gun he had set down into his chest, forcing him to grab it. "We'll find her. Together."

The pair roam around the tunnels a little longer, Alexander in particular feeling like he'd walked this same path a hundred times before. There was no way for him to be sure though, everything down here looked the same.

Over the past few days, he'd barely seen the sun. He spent every minute he could down in these tunnels, his old hunting skills finally coming back to use. He ran into Argent on his second day, the man had heard what had happened and silently vowed to himself that he wouldn't Alex go through what he did with Allison.

Their search ultimately lead them to a large pile of bodies which seemed to be dumped there by the doctors themselves. Alexander waited with baited breath while the deputies pulled out all the bodies, part of him just waiting to see his daughters face in their midst. Yet universe seemed to still be on his side.

Moving forward, they had found the Dread Doctors operating theater the next day where they had found a mural of the beast of Gevaudan. Adding yet another thing onto their list of problems. Alex and Alina had passed the same corridors at least three times before he pulled her to a halt.

"Can you sense her presence?" he asks, resting his back against one of the walls. He watches as Alina places her hands in front of her in focus, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration.

"I don't know." she speaks honestly. "I think their frequency is distrupting my search. I can't tell whether she's here or it's previous traces of her."

The man sighs before picking up his gun again. "Better keep moving then."

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     The pack had finally come up with a plan to save Lydia. It was stupid and a plethora of things could go terribly wrong, but at this point they didn't seem to have a choice. It took all of Stiles' willpower not to take up Theo on his offer to help them, he seemed to be the only person who might have any idea where Venus was. But they all knew the boy couldn't be trusted. Not again.

So they were taking it one step at a time. They knew where Lydia was and they had a shot to get her out of there, then they'd continue their search for Venus. Isaac wasn't too fond of that idea, she could already be dead for all they know. It took everything in him not to punch Scott when he came with the suggestion, everything in him not to run off and find her himself. But he knew the pack needed him.

Stiles had almost had a panic attack the other day at the hospital as he watched the body bags roll past him. However his dad assured him that she wasn't in any of them and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved she could still be alive or if her corpse was lying in some ditch waiting to be found.