The Witch and The Wolf

Part Thirty-Four

"Why didn't you tell us that you two broke up?" you sighed deeply, hearing Stiles' voice on your phone.

You sat on your bed, rubbing your head. It was 8 in the morning, and you needed to be on your way to school.

"I don't know, Stiles. Can you just drop it?" you asked.

"No. What happened?" he asked again.

"Things weren't working, okay?" Isaac already left for somewhere, some time ago. He became distant after Boyd's death, as did everyone else. You hadn't seen Cora in some time either. Stiles and Scott seemed to be the only ones talking to you.

You hadn't slept in days, as you kept thinking back to your conversation with Deucalion. Your eyes were black, it was harder to control your powers.

"But what things?" you jumped as you heard the door open, Stiles and Scott walking in.

"What the... how did you get in?!" you exclaimed, putting your phone down as you stood up.

"I made a copy," he held up his keys as you grabbed them from him, pulling your key off.

"This is an invasion of privacy. What are you doing here?" you asked.

"Trying to talk to you! All you're doing is avoiding my question!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Because it's none of your business, Stiles!" you yelled, as both boys fell silent.

"What Stiles means to say, is that we're sorry, and if you ever want to talk, we're here," Scott said in a calm voice, standing between you and Stiles.

"Get out," you said, crossing your arms.

"Wait, we got you coffee. Well, we made it," Stiles handed you a cup, as you raised an eyebrow.

"You made me a coffee? Why?" you immediately got suspicious.

"Because we're good friends, a-and we give friends coffee," Stiles answered nervously.

You raised an eyebrow, taking a sip while the two of them watched you carefully. You immediately gagged, running to your bathroom as you spit it out in the sink. There was black coffee, with small bits of mistletoe inside it.

"Did you put mistletoe in this?" you coughed, rinsing your mouth before leaving your bathroom.

"Oh... how did that get in there," Stiles said softly, unenergetic.

You rolled your eyes, picking up your phone before throwing Stiles' keys back to him.

"Next time you try to poison me don't make it so obvious," you hissed, leaving Stiles and Scott in your apartment, slamming the door behind you.

"So, she's not the darach. I'll text Allison," Scott said, pulling out his phone, while Stiles continued to look at his keys, slightly in shock.

"Stiles? What is it?" Scott turned to Stiles, who held up his keys, all of them twisted and bent.

"She broke my keys," Stiles said, baffled.

Scott looked at the keys, in shock.

"Uh, sorry about your keys, man," Scott said.

"No, that's not the problem... I mean I have an extra pair of all the important ones... Something's wrong, she might not be the darach, but something's definitely wrong," Stiles said.

"Or maybe you just pissed her off," Scott shrugged.

"Look at the freaking keys, Scott. A pissed off human doesn't have the strength to disfigure keys like this, and I didn't hear (Y/N) say or do any spell," Stiles pointed out.