Pure × Isaac Lahey

37.

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      Below the scorching Mexican heat within a building made for the demise of others, pained growls and electric sparks filled the lower lever.

      On a table filled with tools of torture, Derek Hale's phone lit up with worried messages from Scott.

      Severo turned off the device, running his fingers along what weapon to use next on the two werewolves latched to a chain-link wall, shirtless and sweating.

      Derek looked over to his uncle, his jaw clenched as Peter returned his gaze.

      Although chained behind him, Peter moved a hand innocently. "Why are you looking at me like this is my fault?"

      "Because it is your fault."

      Severo turned up the electricity, sparks bolting through Derek and Peter, ricocheting within their bones.

      Breathing heavily with an attempt to catch his own, Peter strained out a response. "Yeah, you're probably right."

      High voltage pummeled through them once more, making both Hales wonder how long they could last.

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      Huddled in the back of Mr. Yukimura's history class, Stiles tapped through the maps on his tablet, both Scott and Allison at his sides.

      Stiles motioned towards the dropped pin, angling it toward Allison. "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails."

     "Well, that could narrow it down," said the huntress. "Coyotes travel on fixed trails." Allison looked up to Scott, "But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes."

      Stiles' eyebrows furrowed, "Coyotes tip toe?"

      Allison slightly rolled her eyes in agreement, "They tip toe."

      The bell rang overhead, sending Allison off.

      Backing up, Allison said, "I got to go, but send me the pinned location. I'll make sure Elora gets it too."

     The boys agreed, heading to their seats.

      "Hey. I'm Kira." The nervous figure that had trapped Scott radiated panic, "You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyways," she slid her backpack off her shoulders, "I have something for you."

      "For me?" Scott asked curiously, hands holding the straps of his backpack.

      "Yeah," Kira quickly agreed, "about the Bardo. My explanation was kind of all over the place, so I did some research and printed it out for you."

      Scott softly laughed as she leafed through her elephant printed bag. "Ah, you didn't have to do that."

      "It only took a couple hours," she assured, clearly happy to help Scott.

      "Wow," Scott expressed, "then you really didn't have to do that."

      "I swear I printed it out," defended Kira to herself, unable to find the papers.

      "Kira," Mr. Yukimura addressed as he came down the row. "You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like."

      Having turned to face her father, Kira looked mortified as Ken handed her the thick stack of papers. She slowly swiveled back to a surprised Scott, unable to make eye contact as she offered the research out to him.