How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 65

"Shall we look at the moon?"

Ethan, Lilith, Lydia and Max stood in front of the Hale's in the loft. They were trying to convince them to leave because Kali was coming for Derek, and she was coming soon.

"We know about the lunar eclipse, so don't think Kali's gonna sit around waiting for it to level the playing field. She's coming. My brother's coming with her," Ethan said. 

"And she's not gonna show mercy," Lilith added. Kali was one fucking ruthless bitch, and that was putting it nicely.

"Good enough for me. Derek?" Peter said, looking to his nephew. He didn't particularly feel like dying again. It wasn't an experience that he would recommend, especially not when it was a daily occurrence.

"You want me to run?" he replied. He wouldn't. Not when she killed two of his betas. She couldn't get away with that.

"No. I want you to stay and get slaughtered by an Alpha with a psychotic foot fetish. Of course I want you to run! Sprint, gallop, leap your way the hell out of this town."

"If you want to fight and die for something, that's fine with me. But do it for something meaningful," Cora spat from her place on the wooden desk.

"Wise words from Cora the poet," Max whispered, passing her back her key chain that he had been fidgeting with. God, he hated it here. The nerves from the others weren't helping either.

She rolled her eyes, snatching it off of him and shoving it in the back pocket of her trousers. "Where do you come up with all these nicknames from?"

"I'm just a very creative person. Have you not realised that by now?"

"No. But considering I was presumed dead for nearly seventeen years and had no human contact for said seventeen years, that's probably why."

They laughed quietly, elbowing each other in the ribs to see who would tap out first. That was one thing he liked about Cora. She always used dark humour and jokes as a copy mechanism, which was similar to him. The room fell quiet, the two teens looking to see what the sudden change in atmosphere was about.

"I feel like..." Lydia's voice was barely above a whisper.

"We're standing in a graveyard," Max offered, grimacing as the strawberry blonde nodded along with him.

He felt it too.

                                       ~

Jade bumped into Allison at their abrupt stop, grabbing onto the back of the brunette's shoulder for support. They were in the Argent's apartment, trying to find something of her dad's that had a strong scent, like a piece of clothing. In a similar way, Stiles was in his house looking for something of Noah's.

"Do you ever sleep or is stalking teenagers your day job? Maybe a hobby? Jade questioned, folding her arms across her chest. Christ, she hated this man. In fact, she didn't think there was a word strong enough to describe her dislike for him.

"Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady," Rafael stood up from behind the desk, quickly swiping some hair out of his eyes. There was two deputies stood beside him, their guns in holders and many weapons laying on the table.

Scott appeared behind the girls, after hearing his dad's voice. Well, if you could even call him his dad. "What are you doing here?"

"Following one of the only leads I have. Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat? We can talk. You too, Isaac."

Isaac stepped into view, a bewildered look on his face as he leaned against the frame. "How do you know my name?"

"Your name is one of few things I know."