𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I stand next to my brother and Isaac with a sympathetic frown as the Sheriff leans forward on the desk with a pained expression on his face after Scott explains that Stiles is missing. The man manages to collect himself before standing up straight and turning to us with glassy eyes.

"Come on. If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start" Sheriff Stilinski declares "Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So if he's out there barefoot in just a t shirt, he could already be hypothermic"

"Let's move fast. Let's think fast" He adds "The three of you, come with me"

Scott, Isaac and I follow him into his office and he closes the door behind us.

"Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell everybody out there?" The man asks us.

"Lydia knew he was missing" Scott says.

"Can she help find him?" Sheriff questions hopefully.

"Well, she's working on it" Isaac answers.

"Anything else?" Sheriff replies.

"I called Derek and Allison for help" I tell him.

"Can you find him by scent?" Sheriff wonders aloud.

"Sheriff, there's something that I could try but I need something from you" I admit sheepishly.

"Anything" He nods.

"I need your blood" I add, pulling out a small glass tube with a cork stopper in it.

"I don't even want to know why" He says.

I give him a reassuring smile and turn, holding my hand out to Isaac.

"What?" He frowns in confusion.

"Give me your pocket knife" I demand.

"How do you-" He mumbles, pulling it out.

"Because I'm nosey, and I went through your things" I tell him, snatching it from him and turning back to the adult "Hand please"

Noah Stilinski holds his hand out to me and I gently nick the edge of his palm, deep enough that his blood starts dripping into the glass tube. Once it's almost full, he presses a paper towel to the cut and I cork the tube, slipping it into my pocket before giving the knife back to Isaac. The door swings open and he all turn to see Deputy Parrish.

"We got it, sir. We found the Jeep" He says.

The boys head to the hospital with the Sheriff while I stay behind, using the man's office to do my spell.

After closing all the blinds and closing the door, I pull out a map of beacon hills and place it on the desk, lighting candles to place down around it. I carefully pour the blood onto the paper and place down the tube, placing my hands down on the desk.

"Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras, sequitas sanguinem" I mumble repeatedly, the flames of the candles burning brighter in response.

The blood on the page starts to slowly move but almost immediately stops and I feel as though someone is trying to do a counter spell or something to stop me.

"Stop fighting me, you little shit" I groan.

I chant the spell a little louder and the flames burn even higher, the blood moving as slow as a snail across the page. It's stops again and whatever the entity is that is fighting me, starts fighting even harder to stop me from finding Stiles.

"Goddamn it" I curse.

I grip onto the edge of the table tightly, my knuckles turning white and I grit my teeth as I continue the spell.

"Come on, dork" I mutter pleadingly "Give me something"

"Anything" I add.

The blood finally starts moving once again and circles around the location of the Stilinski boy. My vision goes black and suddenly I see the boy himself. Stiles is laid down in the dirt, curled up in a ball and shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down his face. Before I can react to the scene, a dark figure runs at me and I scream stumbling backwards.

I shake my head, my sight blurring back to the room that I'm standing in and all the candles blow out. Black dots cloud my vision and I try to reach out to grab the desk but I collapse before I can.

❦ ❦ ❦

"Baby, please wake up" I hear my mother's voice and my eyes flutter open to see her angelic face staring down at me with concern swimming in her eyes.

"Hi, Momma" I smile sleepily up at her, my head still on her lap as she strokes my hair.

"What happened?" I hear my father's voice and I turn my head to see him looking down at us.

"What?" I frown.

"Natalia, honey, you screamed and when we found you, you were on the floor" Mom explains.

"You've been out for almost half an hour" Dad adds.

Everything that happened before I passed out runs through my mind and I gasp, scrambling to my feet.

"Stiles!" I blurt out.

"They haven't found him yet, baby" My mom tries to tell me.

"No, Mom. I know where he is" I retort.

"You do?" Dad asks in confusion.

"Yes!" I snap, rushing to the door "Come on! Hurry up!"

My parents jump into gear and chase after me as I race out the door.

"Everything okay, Natalia?" Deputy Parrish questions in concern.

"All good, Jordan! Nothing to worry about!" I assure him, running out of the station.

I jump into the back seat of my dad's car and drum my hands on my thighs as the pair of adults climb in the front, buckling up.

"Oh, come on!" I huff as the man starts up the car.

"Natalia, calm down" My mom warns me.

"Stiles is hurt and in danger. I refuse to calm down until I know for absolute sure that he's okay" I reply.

"I understand that, sweetheart, but you have to take a deep breath and tell me where he is" Dad explains and I breathe in deeply.

"Take a left" I breathe out.