'𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | Brett Talbot | [𝟐] ✔

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙀

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𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 𝐒 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆

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"It's a little creepy," Brett commented.

"It's not when you remember just how often you all like to go missing," Dax responded as he dripped some of the blood onto the map.

"I, for one, don't care how creepy it is if it gets us them back," Malia commented.

"Just shut up so I can focus," Dax sighed as he shut his eyes, "Faire à voir là ré6," Dax's head tilted to the side as he tried to locate them. He could feel the pain building up as he chanted quietly, but he was ignoring it. His eyes snapped open and his hands pressed on his temples as a loud ringing filled his ears, "Damn," Dax muttered.

"What the hell?" Brett asked with wide eyes as he kneeled next to Dax.

"I'm fine," Dax pushed him off a bit.

"Your nose is bleeding?"

"Really?" Dax asked as he wiped his nose. He looked down at his fingers to see they had blood on them, "Can't find him," Dax said as he stood up.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"They're cloaked," Dax answered as he wiped his nose and washed off his hands. He gathered his things.

"What does that mean?" Scott asked.

"It means, Scott," Dax outburst as he threw the map of Beacon Hills down, "It means I can't find them with a locator spell!"

"We're back to doing this the old fashion way is what you're saying," Malia sighed.

"If you mean by scent, then yes," Dax sighed as he ran his hand over his face.

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"Dammit," Dax breathed as he punched a tree. He shook his hand slightly before his fingers tangled into his hair, "There's nothing. No tracks, no scent. There's no way to find him."