Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
We walk into Scott's bedroom, "We're going to wait here for Scott. We're going to sit quietly. We're not going to call or talk to anyone."
"Do I talk to you?" Derek asked.
"No," Stiles said.
"What about her?" Derek pointed to me.
"Absolutely not," Stiles said with a small smirk.
"Fine."
"Good," Stiles said.
"Whos going to talk to him?" Derek asked pointing towards the doorway.
Stiles flailed to a halt, "Ahh! Are you getting taller?"
"What are you guys doing here?" Rafael asked carrying several bags of food. My mouth watered at the smell of it.
"We're waiting for Scott..." Derek said.
"Yeah, so am I. We're supposed to have dinner. I brought extra. You guys hungry?"
"Yeah–" Derek and I both said.
Stiles interrupted us, "No. We're not hungry."
"No, I'm starving–"
"None of us are hungry. Thanks, though."
"Okay... Well, if you're not hungry, Stiles, your friends can still eat with us. What's your name?"
Before Derek could say his name Stiles interjected, "Miguel. My cousin Miguel. From Mexico. And you know Leia. So..."
"Yes, I know Leia." he turned to Derek, "¿Es usted natural de México, Miguel?" (Are you native to Mexico, Miguel?)
Stiles and I looked at each other, "Oh, my God..." Stiles said.
"No soy nativo, sino que pasé un montón de tiempo allá." (I'm not native, but I spent a lot of time there.) he replied.
"Fantastic! Egg roll?"
"Hell yeah!" Derek said walking behind Raphael. Stiles and I stood still, shocked at what happened. Yet thrilled.
We all sat at the table, eating. I was scarfing my food, of course, I was eating for two. Rafael starts up a conversation, "So, uh, Miguel... What did you say your last name was again?"
"Oh, it's Juarez... Cinqua... Tiago." Stiles made up.
"That's a mouthful. How do you spell that?"
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"Phonetically."
"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent?" Derek asked.
"He's low-level. Very low-level. He doesn't even have a voice..."
