" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
I had found Stiles at a bad time...right when his dad was finishing yelling at him, my guess, about the conversation earlier. Stiles pulled the 'mom would have believed me' card and walked away, dragging me to the Jeep. Then, we were off at seventy miles per hour towards the high school. We sat in silence, not daring to speak of what I had just witnessed. My fingers tapped away at my phone screen, writing back a reply to Scott. It filled the cars uncomfortable silence, and it was making me anxious.
"Scott says Lydia's with him." I informed. Stiles pursed his lips and nodded. That was the end of that. After finding a parking spot in the busy lot, we jumped out of the beat up Jeep ad rushed inside to where the concert had already started Stiles and I pushed right through the auditorium doors for our ears to be flooded with horror movie-esque soundtrack music. We pushed through a couple audience members and immediately found Scott watching the concert.
"Hey." We whispered. Why was Scott alone?
"I thought you said Lydia was with you?" I wondered, seeing the petite red head wasn't anywhere in sight.
"She was, she went to go talk to Aiden I think. She's somewhere in here." Scott said, continuing to watch the creepier by the minute performance. My eyes fell on the twins...both of them. Aiden was there, shuffling through his jacket. And Lydia wasn't next to him. If there was one thing I knew about Lydia Martin, it was that she knew how to make herself stand out in a crowd. She wasn't here. And if Lydia wasn't here and Aiden was...something was wrong. Very, very wrong. The boys were too occupied watching the concert to notice me. I exited the auditorium and began thinking where I could find the mysterious little red head. She went to find the body; I could guarantee it. She was trying to be the hero of the day and maybe save whomever it was before it happened. If I was trying to find a dead body, where would I look? Certainly not in the building connected to the auditorium filled with hundreds of people. So what about the building next door? It was somewhere where the body wasn't to obvious but wasn't to suspicious that it would leave the police asking how did the person end up so far away from the crowd.
"Lydia?" I called only to be answered by my own echo. I continued walking until I could hear shuffling coming from a classroom to my right. I turned and looked into the empty, dark room to find it not so empty. Sitting, bound to a chair, was an unconscious Lydia. I gasped, running in after her. I crouched beside her, trying to pry at the tightly knitted ropes cutting into her porcelain skin. Her body smelled metallic as a stream of blood was dripping down her forehead.
