"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been...
Scott, Stiles, Theo and I quickly rushed into the Sheriff's Station. There was blood on the floor and I saw Tracy's tail too. I saw deputy Clark helping my father to stand up so Scott quickly ran to help them. I followed the trail of blood on the floor towards my dad's office and I widened my eyes in shock, Stiles was right behind me.
It was Lydia. She was on the ground. Her clothes were totally red for the blood that was coming out of the wound on her stomach and Kira were pressing her hands there, trying to stop the bleeding. It was too much blood and the tears were streaming down her cheeks as she breathed out in pain. Theo passed by Stiles and me quickly, taking off his belt before Stiles could even get closer to her and he wrapped it over her tightly, making her yell in pain. I looked at Stiles; he couldn't move. He was in shock.
"Oh, God!" Ms. Martin quickly ran to help them.
Theo was pushing the belt forcefully to stop the bleeding and Lydia was groaning in pain, but she opened her eyes and she saw him.
"Cassie." I heard Scott.
I looked at my boyfriend and he pointed to the trail of blood going downstairs.
"Stiles." Scott called him.
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"Stiles, come on." I said, placing my hand over his shoulder.
I could hear the ambulance sirens wailing in the distance when I looked back at Lydia. She was crying again but she smiled at Stiles.
"It's okay, she's alright." Theo said.
"Tracy." Lydia tried. "Stiles, I'm fine." She said; her voice was so weak. "Help Tracy."
"Cassie." Scott called again.
"Go." Lydia whispered with a smile. "It's okay."
"Come on, Stiles." I said, pushing his arm.
My dad walked over usand I pulled his arm around my shoulder so we ran towards the basement. Malia was looking at Tracy's body on the ground and she quickly put her hands up.
"It wasn't me." She said in panic.
"What the hell happened to her?" My Dad asked.
They walked over Tracy and Malia grabbed my arm. "There were these people. They had masks. Um, there... There were three of them. I think there were three." Malia said in tears.
"What... What are you talking about?" Stiles asked her.
She started stammering. "They—They were strong, Stiles." Malia cried. "They had a weapon. Stiles, I didn't do this."
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