Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

T H I R T Y - T H R E E

I woke up to my phone vibrating in the middle of the night. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and grabbed it, seeing Stiles's contact name and pressed accept, bring the phone to my ear.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, sitting up. There was a... weird sound the cane through the other end. "Stiles?" I furrowed my brows before nervous breathing came through the speaker.

"Stiles, you there?" I asked.

"Hope?"

I sat up straighter at the scared tone to his voice. "Hey, yeah, I'm here." I assured him. "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Hope, I don't.... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here." He took a shaky breath. "I think I was sleepwalking."

"Okay, um, uh, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see." I asked him, getting more worried by the second.

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my-" the line disconnected and I pulled the phone away from my ear, standing up quickly before dialing Stiles back.

"Hey,"

"Stiles." I said in relief.

"This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message.." I hung up and called again, running a hand through my hair, barely noticing anything going on around me. "Hey, this is St-" I hung up again and went to call him back again before he called me back first.

"Stiles?" I said into the speaker.

"Hope, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."

"Where are you?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't know, it's too dark. I can't see much and somethings wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. Its.. I think it's bleeding."

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?" I asked with no reply. "Hey, Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Ah, there some kind of smell done here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."

"Ok, uh, listen. I'm gonna call you Dad." I said.

"No, no, no, no, don't."

"But your Dad-"

"Don't. Just please don't call him. Promise me you won't. He already worries about me too much. Hope, please."

"But what if I can't find you?" I asked. "Stiles, I can't make a promise like that."

"No, no, no, just please." He begged, sniffling. "Please, don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Hope, you can find me."

"I don't know if I can do this." I breathed heavily.

"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off."

"What? No, hey, wait-"

"I'm gonna call you right back."

"Hold on, Stiles, wait." He was gone. The light in my room started flickering rapidly as I called Scott.

"Hope? What time is it?" His tired voice came through the phone.

"Scott, it's Stiles." I said quickly, my voice showing I had been crying. "He called me and- and he said he doesn't know where he is. He can't see anything. His leg is hurt and I don't know what to do. He made me promise not to tell his Dad but Scott, I need your help. I can't do this alone. I can't. I can't." My breaths were short and shaky.