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Odette Alarie live in Europe all her life until one summer when her cousin and uncle came to visit. When they left to go home, she came along with them. She knew the history of the town, but she wasn't prepared for how bad it actually...
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Chapter Twenty-Five 💰 The Dark Moon 💰
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles says as him, Lydia and Odette look around, Lydia having a hold on Odette arm for comfort. They're were in Mexico to negotiate with the Calaveras. "It's not the town, it's the plan." Odette says making Stiles look at his girlfriend offended, "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia says exasperatedly and he nodded, "I'm aware it's not our best..." He said making Odette raised her eyebrows, "Have we ever had a good plan?"
"We are going to die." Lydia said making Stiles glanced at her. "Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you just being pessimistic?" Stiles says as they start walking. "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia says and Odette laughs, "Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?"
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Odette says and Stiles chuckled and nodded his head, "Oh thank you." He said sarcastically and she smiled.
Walking up to the building of the club, two men stood in front of them, "Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Lydia asked and the men looked at each other then shook their head making her sigh. Stiles pulled a card out of his pocket before showing it to one of the men, he looked over to a camera making Stiles hold the card up to it and then a few second after the door buzzed open.
Taking a deep breath, they walked in, the door shutting behind them as they walked down a hall. The music they could already hear was making the walls shake violently. As they walked, Stiles grabbed Odette's hand while she made sure to keep a good grip on Lydia so they dont get separated.
Standing at the bar, three shot glasses got set in front of them making them raise their eyebrows in confusion. Stiles went to grab his wallet but a hand grabbed onto his and Odette's shoulders, "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." Someone said and Odette sighed.
"Im not American and we didn't come here to drink." Odette said before dropping one of the bullets she found on the loft floor into a shot glass.
"Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This especially, it has a savage energy." Araya said, looking down at whatever she was doing making Odette sigh. "We're here for Derek Hale." She said making Araya look at her and smile, "Is that so?"
"We know you have him. We've heard you can be bought." Lydia said and Stiles put stacks of cash on the desk, "That's fifty thousand for Derek." He said making Araya chuckle.
