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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Twenty-Six ⊚ Chaos Rising ⊚
Wren laid in bed as her face scrunched up slightly while she slept. She was seeing flashes of a blonde girl stepping on shattered wine bottles with barefeet before getting pulled up through a window then getting her throat slashed. The dreams switched to a young boy sitting on a lifeguard chair getting strangled before his throat was slashed slashed.
"Wren." Lydia said as she grabbed Wren arm making the girl jump slightly and wake up, "Are you okay? It looked like you were having a nightmare." Lydia asked as Wren sat up and rubbed her face. "I might have, I dont know." She said before noticing Allison stood next to Lydia making her furrow her brows when she also noticed they were all dressed to leave, "What's going on?"
"Lydia and I are going to go talk to Scott about the bruises. Wanna come with?" Allison asked and Wren nodded, "Yeah, let me get dressed and I'll be down there in a minute."
A few minutes later they sat in Allison's car with her driving while Lydia traced over her bruised with a pen and Wren watched from the backseat. Once Lydia finishes going over the bruise she raises her arm to Allison's, connecting the strangely patterned contusions into an odd symbol.
"I don't know... It doesn't look like much to me..." Lydia said and Allison shrugged, "It's a pattern. It means something." She said and Wren looked at her with raised eyebrows. "You really think Scott's gonna know what it is?" She asked and Allison sighed and shook her head slightly, "No, but he might know someone who does."
"How are you so sure that it means anything at all?" Lydia asked and Allison glanced over at her, "Because that girl wasn't just looking for Scott- it's like she needed to find him, like, she had to, and that means something."
A little while later they pull up to a house that had a party going on inside and Allison texted Scott before they got out of the car. Stepping away from the house, Scott hurries to the sidewalk where he finds Allison waiting under a streetlight. But he slows when he notices Lydia and Wren as well.
