I remember · Y/n story by @savannah

The air in the McCall living room tasted like dust and static. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the sun slanting through the blinds in hard, hot stripes across the carpet where you sat.

Lydia Martin

tracing a finger over a line in her bestiary, not looking up The convergence is in three days. The ley lines intersect at the Nemeton. Again.

Scott McCall

pacing by the fireplace We need a plan. A solid one. Last time…

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. The last time was a blur of panic and pain no one else seemed to fully recall. Scott’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. A text from Liam about lacrosse practice.

Theo Raeken

Leaning against the archway to the kitchen, arms crossed. dryly You say that like we don’t always have a plan. It’s usually ‘run at it and hope.’

Lydia Martin

snaps the book shut This isn’t a joke, Theo. The Wild Hunt doesn’t leave shadows. It leaves holes. Empty spaces where things… where people used to be.

A cold, familiar dread settled in your stomach. A phantom ache, like a missing limb. You looked at Scott, your brother, his brow furrowed in concentration. You looked at Lydia, your best friend, her jaw set with academic ferocity. You looked at Theo, his expression unreadable.

Sheriff Stilinski

voice gruff from the doorway, making everyone jump Sorry to interrupt. Scott, you got a sec? Found something… odd. Down at the station.

He held up a clear evidence bag. Inside was a faded red hoodie, smudged with dirt and something that looked like dried mountain ash. It was achingly familiar. The Sheriff frowned at it, his eyes tired and confused, as if he couldn’t quite place why he’d brought it here.