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chapter thirteen ❝ one look in your eyes & god, there's something ❞ omega
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Dear Diary,
If you had told me 2 months ago that I'd be a werewolf with a werewolf best friend, and that my best friend since I was 5 would get attacked by an alpha, who's my dad by the way, would run away from a hospital, I would've laughed in your face.
I might still laugh in your face.
Stiles slides into his car, handing Scott the bloody hospital gown. Lydia Martin, was missing. It was as if right after Kennedy Stallard and Scott McCall finally saved everyone, a new problem spawned in Beacon Hills. Stiles hands over the gown to his best friend. "This is the one she was just wearing?" Stiles nods, looking over. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again."
Kennedy sits up from laying in the back seat. "Easy for you to say, my dad literally tried to eat my best friend." She retorts, still feeling weird about the fact Peter Hale was her dad. "And now she might be a serial killer werewolf running around naked trying to eat people!" She hissses. "We should really make a support group for this stuff."
"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her." Stiles says to Scott, shoving the gown back at him. Stiles starts the engine, jumping in shock when he sees Allison Argent.
Allison circles around to the passenger side, "What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott hisses.
"I don't care," Allison snaps. "She is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." She explains, looking over at Kennedy.
"I can find her before the cops can, and Kennedy's learning how to, too." Scott explains, pointing to the blue eyed girl.
Allison sighs, "How about before my father does?" She urged.
Stiles leans over, "He knows?" Kennedy groans, running a hand through her messy brown hair.
"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." Allison explains.
Scott looks over at Kennedy and Stiles. "Search party."
"More like a hunting party." Kennedy whispers. She leans over, opening Scott's door. "Get in." Allison obliges, crawling into the back with the blue eyed girl. Stiles quickly starts the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.
Stiles shrugs, "All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" He asks Allison,
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. " Allison explains, "Okay, all they say is, We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."
Kennedy frowns, "What others?" She asks her best friend.
Allison shrugs, "I don't know, they won't tell me that yet."
