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01 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐨

   Ashlynn was in a club, trying to stay as low profile as possible. This certain club was mainly just a cover, it was owned by the Calaveras. A rival hunting family. Calaveras and Argents didn't really get along but when there was a mutual goal or they both needed something from the other, those were the rare moments when the hunting gangs teamed up. You see, in comparison to the Calaveras, the Argents were a lot more lax. Where perhaps the Argents would let a few indiscretions slide through, the Calaveras were a lot more cut throat —even punishing hunters they deemed weak.

   The pack had found themselves at the club due a specific sour wolf who just had to go get himself 'wolf-napped' as Stiles put it.

   The Calaveras knew Ashlynn personally. Araya Calavera was their leader and her son Severo was the second in command, the heir to being the leader if you will. She never liked Severo, he took hunting too seriously. Each group in society had extremists, this was a well known fact. The Calaveras, however, were the extremists of hunters, they created and enforced unreasonable rules and killed anyone who went against said rules, along with the hobby of killing werewolves.

   Ashlynn was sat next to Kira, twirling her wavy blonde hair with her perfectly manicured fingers, as Malia was dancing without a care. Malia was doing a pretty damn good job in blending in. Scott was in the other corner, keeping an eye out for any hunters, ensuring he wouldn't be seen.

   It had been a while of stalling and waiting until Ashlynn finally saw Stiles and Lydia enter, the couple went straight to the bar when Severo approached them. That was the moment when the Argent had started to doubt the plan altogether. Sure the plan wasn't the best but it most definitely wasn't one of the worst. But as Ashlynn lingered on the thought she realised that it wasn't one that was well thought.

   Stiles and Lydia had been in the company of the Calaveras for far too long and Ashlynn was truly starting to worry. Sure the girl had a tough exterior and had scars which ran deep, both mentally and physically, it didn't stop her from caring deep down. The Calaveras were notorious for not playing around, in fact they were definitely aware that there was an Alpha on their premises, a True Alpha at that.

   Ashlynn swiftly approached Malia, Kira by her side, an urgent expression plastered across her face, "Malia, something's not right."

   "I know." Malia nodded, yet continued dancing.

   "So, are you going to help us do something about it?" Ashlynn asked, confused as to why she wasn't as worried as a normal person would be, but then again she wasn't a normal person.

   "We are, just carry on blending in," She said.

   "Blend in?" Ashlynn yelled across the loud thumping of the music, "I can't really do that because all the hunters here know who I am."

   She rolled her eyes, playfully, glancing towards Kira, "Dance with." Malia placed her hand on Kiras waist and swayed to beat of the song which blared through the speaker, making the place shake with the sheer volume. Ashlynn understood what Malia was trying to do but she couldn't help but worry and keep on guard.

   She could sense something was definitely wrong. The amount of hunters in the club had increased by tenfold and they were closing in on them. There was one hunter behind Malia, one behind Kira and one stalking towards Ashlynn, clearly they were rookies making the task of getting rid of them light work.

   "Ready?" Ashlynn asked the girls with a smirk, sliding a dagger down from her sleeve. She jabbed the dagger into the hunters arm and managed to knock out the hunter with one right hook. Despite only harming people for good reasons, she sure missed the pleasure it gave her. It was just a side effect of the crazy passed down from her mother to her.