Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

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Stiles, Lydia and I looked around at our surroundings. We journeyed to Mexico in search of Derek and now here we are. "This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles said.

"It's not the town, it's the plan." I replied, Lydia nodded in agreement.

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with." Lydia said, giving him a look. "Your aware of that, right?"

"I'm aware it's not our best." Was the reply.

"We are going to die."

"Yeah, you saying that as a Banshee or your just being pessimistic?" Stiles asked as we started walking.

"She's saying that as a person who doesn't want to die." I commented.

"Okay, then would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual banshee predictions?"

"This plan is stupid and we're doing to die."

"Oh, thank you." Stiles said sarcastically as Lydia hummed.

"Behave." I pointed at them both. Night came soon and we walked down what looked like a very shady street and up to a door where two men stood guard. I looked to Lydia who had started speaking Spanish. The guard shook his head.

Stiles pulled a card out of his pocket and showed it to the man, who glanced up at the camera in the corner. I nodded at Stiles, who held the card up to face the camera. A buzzer sound occurred and the doors opened. The guard stepped out of the way and we walked inside.

As we walked down the dimly lit hallway, objects started rattling. Lydia and Stiles looked to me and I shook my head. This wasn't me. We approached the large doors, Stiles hesitantly opening it. We sighed in relief when we saw on the other side was just a crazy party with loud, booming music.

We moved around the crowd, holding each others hands so we wouldn't lose each other. We approached the bar as a man put shots in front of each of us. We shared looks of confusion before Stiles reached in his pocket to pay. He was stopped by a man putting his hands on Stiles and Lydia's shoulders, his body right behind me. "No." He said. "On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."

"We didn't come to drink." I said plainly.

Lydia pulled the bullet out of her pocket and drowned it into the drink, the man's demeanor changing completely.

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We sat in chairs at a table, across from us a woman sat ripping cloth with a knife. "Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth." She said. "This kind, especially. It has a savage energy."

"We're here for Derek Hale." Lydia spoke up, working to keep her voice calm and collected.

"Is that so?"

"We know you have him. We've heard.. you can be bought." I sighed, sticking stacks of cash on the table. "It's 50,000 for Derek." I said.

"Now, where does a teenager girl get money like this?" She asked, setting down her work. "Japanese Mafia?" The people around us started cocking their guns. "Not smart to come alone."

"What makes you think we came alone?" Stiles asked.

"You brought a wolf into my home?" She asked, seemingly trying to keep her temper.

"We brought an Alpha." Stiles replied. "Two of them if we're being technical."

"Go." She nodded at the man who brought us, Severo. The man walked spoke into his radio as she glared at us. She stood up. "My friends... I don't think your aware of your poor timing." She continued. "Do you know what the dark moon is?"