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❛❛ THE TALE OF ADELINE ARGENT ❜❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
"I'm sorry" the witch declared, her eyes focused on the father "i didn't know i was them, i didn't know anything besides the fact i wanted Boyd back and that consumed my decision making"
Noah sighed, the lines in his forehead creasing "Kid i'd never think you were a monster, if i had the choice to bring Claudia back –" the sigh that passed his lips destroyed her, the name was a sensitive topic "i would of acted the exact same way"
Sophia decided to remain beside her family, Allison by her side and the father she adored. Sophia knew what was to come, her death...
"They were there for two days, waiting, hiding. That's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us...Hide and heal." Cora finished the story of how Peter and Derek hid from the Argent hunters years ago.
"Okay, so is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway?" Stiles questioned, sitting on his seat.
Cora turned away from the trickling storm, her eyes narrowed on the boy "Why do you care?"
"Why do I care?" the boy repeated sarcastically "Let's see... Because over the last few weeks, my best friend's and my sister tried to kill themselves Scott's boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed, boyd was killed by alphas and died in Sophia's arms which sent her into a down spiral and now has been declared missing. I... do you want me to keep going? 'Cause I can, all right? For, like, an hour."
"You think Derek can do anything about that?" cora questioned.
Stiles released a scoff, staring at the brunette "Well since his daughter is missing, destroyed, he could at least search for her. Oh wait, that would be he'd have to know she was gone. So it's more like he should do something about it, yeah."
"It's not as if you can expect much from him" Sophia mumbled, her hands crossed over chest. During the duration of the following week the one person who never contacted her, who she never was her own birth father.
