"Mhmm right. So you expect me to believe that all these bottles magically broke a hole through themselves," she teased.
"Well, Allison would that really be so hard to believe? I mean come on. Werewolves," he laughed.
"Right and the person who was shooting them down one by one, wasn't you. It was just a shape shifter that took your form, right?"
"Wow, and here I thought you wouldn't believe me. Now, that we got all this cleared I'm going to go," Stiles shuffled towards the door only to be stopped by a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder.
- Part 1 of Ricca
- Part 2 of Ricca
“Ugh,” Stiles whined, reaching across his bed and picking up his cellphone. “Hello,” he answered groggily.
“Stiles? Stiles!” a voice said.
“Yeah, that’s my name, don’t wear it out,” he mumbled still half asleep.
“Real funny, Stiles, but right now’s not the time,” the voice said again sounding really urgent. Stiles glanced at his clock and read three in the morning. What the hell guys?
“What is it?” he yawned.
“Stiles! Wake up we need you! I sent you our location, it’s- it’s not safe. Something’s hap-,” the voice was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream in the background that woke Stiles up. Then a loud male voice, who he was sure was Scott’s, shouting Derek!
Stiles jumped out of bed and thanked God for still being dressed. He stopped for a second and considered jumping through the window. After a second he thought damn it all, opened it, and hopped out. Falling gracefully on his feet, he checked his texts and began running.
- Part 3 of Ricca