How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 128

"I don't deserve you.
You deserve the world.
Though it feels like we
were built from the same dirt."

Jade held her breath, pacing the abandoned car park she had been instructed to meet the others at. Teleporting there had been the easier option while she waited for some last-minute problems that had needed immediate attention in order to be solved in time— something going off track, what a surprise there!

It had been a sleepless night, one filled with coffee and plans that ultimately amounted to nothing apart from panic attacks. Stiles had been right; Scott was taken, along with Kira, the pair being attacked only a few floors above them when the group of teenagers were snoring. The couple were supposed to be having a date night, Derek giving up his apartment for the night to give the two some space. Little did anyone know, Kate Argent had been plotting another scheme right under their nose, no one realising.

None of Jade's location spells had worked, making her doubt if the skill could even be classified as one, given that it barely ever worked when she needed it to. He had only been missing for less than a day, so there was still hope.

Lilith had even managed to get Liberty on the phone, but it was another dead end on her side, too. Deaton was coming to the rescue once again, giving them the location where they would find Scott, not having enough time to explain how he knew. They would just have to take his word, something that wasn't too difficult; although the supernaturals had occasionally been sceptical about Deaton, he had shown countless times that he could be trusted, showing compassion when they sometimes didn't deserve it.

Jade swiftly moved to the side when two cars pulled up, the occupants jumping out and beginning to talk about some minor details of their reckless plan. She noticed that Liam had tagged along— much to Stiles' disapproval. It was a full moon tonight, one of his very first since being bitten, which was bound to be hectic.

She wrung her hands together nervously, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face, scoffing at Stiles' comment about how he thought Braeden being a US marshal was only used as a cover story, when it was quite true.

"Are we really bringing him?" Derek pointed to Liam. Déjà vu washed over him, finding himself reminiscing on when Scott had been that young and clueless, dying to know everything about the new world, yet too afraid of what would happen when he did find out. Although Liam would usually be a great asset, his strength and enthusiasm proving stronger than most, it was a risk for today. A full moon was dangerous territory for most werewolves, let alone a beta who was full of that much anger. It was a suicide mission.

"Are we really bringing him?" Stiles and Max quipped at the same time, their brain waves being on the same length for once. Or perhaps it was merely their shared hatred for the man in front of them. They had never met one person that did like the Hale, not even his flesh and blood.

Peter didn't take offence to the comment, shrugging nonchalantly, water off a duck's back. It was valid, but there was no way he was giving up on his mission. Not when he was hours away from killing Scott McCall, regaining the power and strength that the boy had taken when being turned. If it came down to it, he would strap himself to the roof of the car and travel that way. He could taste the victory, not willing to let go just yet. Now it was a simple matter of deploying stage two of his plan. "We're bringing everyone that we can. Considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going. If Kate took them back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she's not planning to do the same thing to him?"

"That isn't her plan— not the main part of it, anyway. She has something else up her sleeve, I just can't figure out what it is," Lilith shook their head in disagreement. A major clue was missing, the only problem being that they couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was on the tip of their tongue, only inches away from her grasp. Well, at least they'd have plenty of time to think about it on the way to Mexico.