Scott's POV
We were in Sheriff Stilinski's car driving to Beacon Hills Preserve.
"What do you think we will find?" I asked.
"Honestly, Scott. I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't know anything about this kind of stuff."
"Me neither." I said sighing.
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Mr. Stilinski grabbed his gun from the trunk of his car.
"Alright, Let's go." he said firmly.
We began walking through the woods when I remembered I had to text Stiles.
Were here.
My eyes turned red, looking for something in the woods. There is nothing, it was like all the leads we had were all wrong.
"Hey, Mr. Stilinksi. Should we check the loft again?"
"Yep, lets go."
We walked into Derek's loft. I was searching around when I saw something from the corner of my eye. I turned quickly and then saw it. It darted towards me and then disappeared into thin air.
"Mr. Stilinski ." I called out.
"Mr. Stilinksi." I repeated.
NO reply.
I saw something again. But it wasn't Stiles' dad, it was the moster.
I turned into a werewolf and then I saw something extraordinary. The moster shape-shifted right in front of me.
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Sheriff Stilinski's POV
I heard something from outside so I went to check it out. There wasn't anything. Probably, just the whistling of the wind or the rustling of some bushes. I went back into the house when I heard Scott call me.
"Yeah?" I said walking back through the door.
Scott was lying on the floor, unconscious.
Allison's POV
"Hey, dad I think I found it."
"What is it called?"
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Anchor -- A Stydia Story
FanfictionWith new creatures arriving in Beacon Hills, friendships are shattered, hearts are broken, and new relationships are made. This story shows the lives of Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey,and Derek Hale. As wel...
