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"𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ, 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃' 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 ℴ𝓃 𝓂ℯ"
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"So, the Walcott's were the first. At least, the first that we know about. Four murders. Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute. Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was killed by Peter Hale, after he tried to blow up Derek with a claymore mine. Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house and got decapitated outside his car." Stiles sighs. "And then last night, twenty-three year old Carrie Hudson."
Two days have passed since the full moon. And across those forty-eight hours, an alarming number of bodies had been discovered. The common denominator? They've all been supernatural.
"It's a dead pool," Scott emphasises anxiously. "A hit list of supernatural creatures." He pulls out the folded pieces of paper from his jacket and hands them to Sheriff Stilinski. "This is only part of it... The rest still has to be decoded."
Noah scans the list and nervously looks back up to the three teenagers stood before him. Two out of the three are on the dead pool. "Who found this list?" he asks.
"Lydia," Ophelia answers. Her heart breaks for her best friend. Lydia's trying so hard to get a handle on her banshee abilities. Sure, she's had grimoires and ancient books Freya has passed along to her, but books can only do so much. To really understand how to use her powers to their full potential, Lydia needs another banshee at her side.
