Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”
She turned her face away, unwilling to face that right now, and gritted her teeth. “Does your supernatural stuff have anything to do with the giant tree stump in the middle of the forest? Because I’m pretty sure,” she paused to hiss through her teeth, blinking away tears, “it’s magic.”
Stiles scratched the back of his head and sighed. “You’d guess right. It’s called the Nematon. And uh… yeah. Magic is an understatement.”
“It’s like standing in a bonfire, being close to it.” Another bout of shudders shook her body from head to foot. “Do I want to know why it’s like that?” Another blink sent tears rolling down her face, and carefully she reached up to smear them away.
“Should’ve just walked away, stupid, stupid Summer,” she muttered quietly.