stydia prompt: Stiles freaking out when he realizes the newest threat in Beacon Hills has been on the hunt for a banshee & Lydia isn't answering her phone
Here it is! I didn’t put in that Lydia didn’t answer her phone but it’s fine, it’s fine. Get ready for some angst dudes!
Stiles’ phone clattered on the ground, faintly hearing the worried voice from Scott through the speaker. No. This wasn’t happening. His head whipped to his investigation board, where red tape connected articles and blurry photos of the coven that had been hunting them down. It started with playing tricks with their minds, but when the witches realised this peculiar group wasn’t that easy to conquer, they started playing with fire.
Like hunting for a banshee.
Stiles inhaled deeply, helplessly trying to temper his erratic heart. He grabbed a brush and began wiping some words away, ripping photos apart, stripping tape off. Tears fell down his face as the board. He screamed in agony, his head throbbing with a stabbing pain. He picked up a red marker, and in block letters, he wrote three syllables:
cleared his head, made him think rationally. Maybe she was okay, maybe it
wasn’t too late. Maybe the coven hadn’t reached her yet. Maybe.
He subconsciously reached for his sneakers, shrugging them on without putting his heels in and trampled down the stairs. Stiles grabbed his keys and slammed the front door behind him shut.
Hold on, Lydia.