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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-Nine 💰 The Dark Moon 💰
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles says as him, Lydia and Wren look around, Lydia having a hold on her sister's arm for comfort. They're were in Mexico to negotiate with the Calaveras. "It's not the town, it's the plan." Wren says making Stiles look at her offended, "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia says exasperatedly and he nodded, "I'm aware it's not our best..." He said making Wren raised her eyebrows, "We've had a good plan?"
"We are going to die." Lydia said making Stiles glanced at her. "Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you just being pessimistic?" Stiles says as they start walking. "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia says and Wren laughed, "Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?"
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Wren says and Stiles chuckled and nodded his head, "Oh thank you." He said sarcastically and she smiled.
Walking up to the building of the club, two men stood in front of them, "Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Lydia asked and the men looked at each other then shook their head making her sigh. Stiles pulled a card out of his pocket before showing it to one of the men, he looked over to a camera making Stiles hold the card up to it and then a few second after the door buzzed open.
Taking a deep breath, they walked in, the door shutting behind them as they walked down a hall. The music they could already hear was making the walls shake violently. As they walked, Stiles grabbed Wren's hand while she made sure to keep a good grip on Lydia so they dont get separated.
Standing at the bar, three shot glasses got set in front of them making them raise their eyebrows in confusion. Stiles went to grab his wallet but a hand grabbed onto his and Wren shoulders, "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." Someone said and Wren rolled her eyes.
"We didn't come here to drink." Wren said before dropping one of the bullets she found on the loft floor into a shot glass.
"Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This especially, it has a savage energy." Araya said, looking down at whatever she was doing making Wren sigh. "We're here for Derek Hale." She said making Araya look at her and smile, "Is that so?"
"We know you have him. We've heard you can be bought." Lydia said and Stiles put stacks of cash on the desk, "That's fifty thousand for Derek." He said making Araya chuckle.
"Now, where does a teenage boy get money like this? Japanese mafia?" She asked and people around them started cocking their guns making Lydia and Stiles jump and look around while Wren just glanced at the people around them. "Not smart to come alone." Araya said making Stiles raise his eyebrows, "What makes you think we're alone?" He asked. Araya's face fell into a scowl, "You brought a wolf into my home?" She asked and Stiles smirked, "We brought an alpha."
