LYCANTHROPY 》𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓀𝒾

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Groaning slightly, I woke up the harsh beam of the sun shining on my face. I was confused as to where I was. Underneath me felt like ground and dirt. I sat up quickly, gasping as I realise I was in the woods of Beacon Hills'.

Why am I here?

What happened last night?

Did I sleep walk again? I always have a tendency to sleep walk. One time, I ended up in the Stilinski's house because I slept walk there when I was younger. But, I thought they had stopped by now. I haven't slept walk in a long time.                                 

I looked around me, trees amongst trees, leaves amongst leaves. The sky was blue. I checked what I was wearing, I was wearing my PJs. Okay, so, I probably slept walk. I sighed deeply, running a hand through my leafy hair.

My bare feet pulled me. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I had this gut feeling that I was supposed to be here. For something, anything. 

As I carried on walking through the woods I noticed something in the distances. As I gained towards it, I realised it was a house. Not any old house, no. It was burnt down to the crisps, leaving me wondering what the hell happened.

I stayed still, standing in front of the old house that look oddly familiar.

Why am I so drawn to it? It's like it's got Paige Madden written all over it for some reason. Curiosity drew over me.     

I know, I know. 'Curiosity killed a cat'. But, I'm not a cat, am I?

Feeling brave, I walked up the stairs and stood in front of the old, wooden door. Reaching out, I pushed opened the door, a cold draft followed after and I inhaled sharply. At least I was wearing Stiles' jacket to keep me warm.

I was greeted by a big stair case, that lead to the second floor.

I bite the inside of my cheek anxiously, my heart beating slightly.

"Hello?" I calmy asked. I wasn't sure why I felt the nerve to ask—like anyone would respond.

I looked into the darkness behind the staircase, glowing red eyes pairing back at me and my mouth gaps. No, no, no! Please, not the glowing eyes again.

A soft, low growl, was heard.

I backed up, stumbling down the stairs. I fall backwards, a pain shooting through my back as I rolled down the stairs. I let out a cry, falling onto the grass.

That hurt, like a lot.

I scrambled to my feet, running towards the forest, trying to get my breakaway. I dared to look behind me once I was a few metres away from the house, and nothing was there. I slowed down, letting out a sigh, and bending over, wincing in pain.

I stumbled over to a tree and leant against it, trying to ignore the fog that casted over the entire forest.

I put my hands in the pockets of the jacket, trying to find my phone and I luckily had it. I pulled it out and called the one person I was thinking of in the moment to come pick me up.

I put the phone to my ear, looking around anxiously. Still, nothing in sight.

"Paige?" I heard at the other end of the phone when they picked up.

"Stiles, thank God," I told him, exhaling, already feeling slightly better.

"Where are you? No one's seen you around, yet. It's lunch." Stiles informed me and my throat went dry. It's lunch? "Paige. You're freaking me out."