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Odette Alarie live in Europe all her life until one summer when her cousin and uncle came to visit. When they left to go home, she came along with them. She knew the history of the town, but she wasn't prepared for how bad it actually...
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Chapter Fifty-Six ⚡
Memory Lost⚡
Odette woke up slightly with an hum when she felt someone flop down on the bed next to her. She slightly cracked open an eye to see her boyfriend smiling at her making her sigh softly. "What now?" She mumbled sleepily and he smiled at her.
"Wanna come help Scott and I with something?" He asked and she groaned, "You're not gonna leave unless I say yes huh?" She asked and he shook his head making her sigh before sitting up. "I'm gonna start locking my bedroom door at night." She mumbled as she got up making Stiles frown slightly.
As Odette went to get changed Stiles glanced around her room that she recently finished and smiled softly when he saw a framed photo of them on her nightstand. A few minutes later Odette walked out the bathroom and walked over to get her phone off the night stand.
Stiles took that opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her down to him making her laugh quietly. "What are you doing?" She asked as he smiled up at her, "Hoping you're not mad at me for waking you up in the middle of the night again." He said and she raised her eyebrows amusingly at him before humming.
"You're lucky you're cute then." She said and he smiled before pulling her down into a kiss. Odette hummed softly before pulling away and sitting up, "Come on. Let's go hunt down whatever it is you're looking for."
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At a crime scene, numerous police cruisers and an ambulance with flashing lights are parked as Sheriff's deputies mill around the scene. the radiator of a transport van that wrecked is hissing loudly as Stilinski walks over to it.
He runs his hands over the five long, parallel claw gashes in the paint of the van's hood and makes an exasperated face before walking over to the ambulance, where a deputy is in the middle of putting a brace on Stiles' injured fingers and hand while Scott and Odette watches while critiquing any little wrong thing the Deputy did. Looking exasperated, Stilinski wastes no time in demanding to know what is going on.
