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Transferring to Beacon Hills High from Davenford Prep, Avalon Dunbar knew life wasn't gonna be the same. But she never expected her little brother to get bit by Scott McCall and dive head first into the messed up world of supernatura...
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Chapter One 💰 The Dark Moon 💰
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles says as him and Lydia look around a town in Mexico. Them and the pack were in Mexico to negotiate with the Calaveras. "It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia said 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. "We are going to die." Lydia said at the making Stiles glanced at them her, "Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you both just being pessimistic?" Stiles says as they start walking.
"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia says and Stiles nodded, "Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" He asked and she gave him a fake smile. "This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Lydia sarcastically and Stiles chuckled and nodded his head, "Oh thank you." He said sarcastically.
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. 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 Lydia's shoulders, "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." Someone said and Lydia rolled her eyes. "We didn't come here to drink." She 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. "We're here for Derek Hale." Lydia said making Araya look at her and smile, "Is that so?"
