Teen wolf · Y/n story by @st4rstruk

It was a Tuesday night, and the air in Beacon Hills had that specific, damp chill that seeped through jackets and promised nothing good.

Stiles Stilinski

voice muffled through the door Y/n! Open up! It's an emergency! A code red! Possibly a code maroon!

A moment later, Scott McCall's calmer, slightly confused voice joined in.

Scott McCall

Stiles, I don't think 'maroon' is a code...

Stiles Stilinski

It is now! Y/n, come on!

The door swung open. Stiles stood on the porch, eyes wide, hair sticking up in five different directions. Scott hovered behind him, looking like he'd been dragged from his bed.

Stiles Stilinski

Okay. Don't freak out.

Scott McCall

under his breath Too late.

Stiles Stilinski

My dad just got called in. They found a body in the preserve.

Scott McCall

That's terrible.

Stiles Stilinski

waving a hand Yes, tragic, very sad. But listen—they only found half of it.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was still far too loud.

Stiles Stilinski

The other half is still out there. And we're gonna find it.