“Dad, you’re late…” Before Stiles could finish his complaint, John interrupted him speaking in a hurry, “Son, call the whole Pack. Something just literally fell from the sky in the direction of the preserve. If I’m not wrong it landed somewhere close to the Nemeton. I’m making my way there.” He didn’t give Stiles a chance to answer, quickly ending the call and getting back into his car. Not caring about regulations, John turned the car around and sped down the road towards the preserve, cursing under his breath. He knew that he shouldn’t have been thinking that everything was going well. He might as well jinxed them.
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