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Growing up in Beacon Hills, Wren Martin's life was as normal as any teenagers. With her sister Lydia, and her two best friends, Scott and Stiles by her side, everything was fine. That was until Stiles came up with the genius idea to...
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Chapter Forty-One 🦊 Silverfinger 🦊
"His eyes were glowing." Scott said and Argent nodded, "There was something almost ritualistic about it- like it was looking right into his soul." Argent said as Allison cleaned the cut on his forehead. "That's the same thing it did to me." Isaac said.
"That's what they did to everyone." Allison said, not looking up from what she was doing, "Not everyone. They only came after the Werewolves." Scott said and Wren shook her head. "And Lydia and I." She said glancing over at him, "Anyone with a connection to the supernatural." Argent said.
"Then who was the guy they went after in Japan?"
"A Kumicho- a Yakuza boss. "It was my first gun deal. I was only eighteen, and it was supposed to be a simple exchange... Except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being Yakuza. He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to, uh... improvise." He said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "Or, your ability to survive." She said and Allison nodded in agreement.
"The moment the sun came down, it was like they just materialized out of the shadows. They had swords- not curved like katanas, but straight, black steel, like ninjatos." Argent explained, "What did they want?" Wren asked.
