"how did a total spaz like stiles end up with a badass alpha werewolf like you?"
"he loved me when no one else did, not even me"
Georgia Ray cheated death after all. Picking up where Freakish left off, Georgia becomes accustomed to her secon...
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IT WAS A MERE THREE days later. That was all it took for the pack(s) to get organized and go save Derek Hale's ass. They'd traveled all the way to Mexico, their respective parents believing it was a camping trip. Luckily for Georgia, Willow was already away on business.
The alpha's eyes were cautious as she examined her surroundings. Georgia trailed along all the various faces, everybody entangled together as they danced and jumped to the blaring techno music.
Malia Tate had been officially introduced and acquainted with the pack. The werecoyote was standing in front of her alpha as they danced together, both getting a lay of the land.
Georgia felt Malia's hand on her waist, and glanced down to see that she was pointing. Georgia twirled, continuing to move against her as she investigated.
It was a man, one of the hunters based on the walki talki in his hand. He was big, with a bald head and slight facial hair.
Georgia glanced over when Kira Yukimura came running over, looking stressed, "Something's happening," she warned.
"I know," Malia assured.
"What do we do?" Kira asked, notably uncomfortable in this type of scenery. Georgia glanced over her shoulder with a smile that Malia returned.
"Blend in," they said in sync. Kira's eyes went a little wide, looking around uncertainly. Malia's smile widened, "Dance with us, dumbass."
"Oh," Kira blurted. She began doing some awkward, jerky movements. Malia bit her lip to stop from laughing. After a moment, she reached out and grabbed Kira's hip, more properly pulling her in to their little dance circle.
Kira was able to let loose as the three girls bobbed up and down, hands wandering and hair flipping. Georgia giggled a little as a few people crowded around them. She raised her brows at Isaac Lahey when she saw him slip in behind Malia.
Definitely unexpected, as the two had been on the brink of a fist fight since they met.
Looking beyond Kira's shoulder, she saw an approaching man with a gun. Then, from the other side, a woman. Finally a third man tried to corner them.
Malia leaned in, "Ready?"
Both girls gave a nod. The three turned, their backs to one another as they attacked each hunter.
Georgia grabbed the wrist of the man with the gun, using it to pull him into a bent over position. From there, she slammed her knee off of his jaw with a force that knocked him unconscious.
Malia grabbed hers by the jacket, lifting him up just to slam him even harder off the ground. She pinned his arm wielding the gun in order to punch him across the face several times.
Kira brandished her nunchucks, whipping the woman across the face and back again. Those blows alone were enough to send her to the floor.
Another hunter began to approach them, until Isaac punched him in the temple. He looked back at Georgia, giving her a nod.
