𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 | STILES STILINSKI ⁴ (COMPLETED)

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THEY RAN QUICKLY UPSTAIRS, WALKING SLOWLY INTO ISAAC'S BEDROOM TO SEE SCOTT WITH HIS CLAWS ON THE BACK OF CORY'S NECK.

"Don't get too close," warned them Lydia as they watched Scott and Cory, painting a bit.

Theo frowned. "What is he doing?"

"Tapping into Corey's memories," replied Isaac. "It's usually something only Alphas do."

Theo stepped into the room, looking at the connection between Scott and Corey. "Is it as dangerous as it looks?"

Stiles looked at the werewolf. "Probably more."

Mason decided to talk. "Does anyone know if it's working?"

"It's working," whispered Amelia and they all looked at her. "He's heartbeat. He's seeing something."

They waited for a few minutes until they heard both Scott and Corey gasp for air. Amelia was quick to run towards Scott, holding him and preventing him from falling backwards.

He placed his hands on the desk as he tried to control his breathing, while the girl kept holding on to his arm.

"Is he okay?" Scott asked and Amelia looked towards Corey.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Questioned Corey and Amelia raised her eyebrows.

She looked at Scott. "Sounds okay to me."

The alpha glanced towards Corey, panting. "You'll be alright."

Corey placed his hand behind his neck before looking at it. "There's blood."

Scott hold on to Amelia as she helped him stand up, both looking towards Corey.

"You'll heal," assured him Scott, trying to ease his breathing. The entire group look at him.

"Scott," called him Stiles but Scott quickly intervened.

"He'll be fine!" The Alpha yelled before letting go of Amelia, who looked at him worried. "Listen. I think it worked. I saw something." He grabbed the notebook and the pencil and started drawing. "There were tunnels. Pipes along the walls. There were these two huge blue pipes at the entrance. Two on both sides."

Amelia looked at the drawing, frowning. "You should have drop out from art class," she whispered and Scott looked at her angrily. "Constructive criticism."

"Wait a second," whispered Stiles as he saw the drawing. "I know this. I've seen this before. That's one of the tunnels I used to skateboard in. Remember my dad caught me one time and told me to never go back?"

Amelia glanced towards her boyfriend. "You used to skateboard?"

He smiled. "A bit. I can show you if you—"