From Demigods to Werewolves

Chapter 18: Atlantia

"You haven't answered my question?" Stiles says after a bit of all of us sitting around the loft or in his case pacing. "Are you and Derek officially a couple?"

"Maybe?" I say uncertain, "I told him to take it slow because I wasn't ready for a relationship. As much as I put on a show, I'm not mentally strong after my childhood. I mean I literally locked myself away from the world for four years...You could say we are a couple or just two people seeing what is between us."

"You two are definitely a couple." Peter says grinning, "My nephew was practically dropping gifts on your doorstep every day before you disappeared. He also went crazy when he found out you were missing." His tone turns annoyed when Stiles begins to pace again. "Stiles if you don't stop pacing, I'm going to chain your ass to a chair."

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know?" Stiles blurted out, "It's nerve-wracking. My nerves are wracked. They're severely wracked. Wracked!"

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over..." Peter said amending his threat.

"I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha..." Stiles paused a second trying to explain what he was thinking, "Like why wouldn't they have them chain up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So, shouldn't they have a lair?"

"They're Werewolves, not Bond villains." Peter scoffed.

"Wait a sec," Stiles looks at me, "They drew you there first so are they at the bank because of you? Would it be easier to contain you there?"

"I doubt it." I say, "Cordelia hurts me anywhere. They could drug me anywhere. The bank wouldn't help them contain me."

"Then maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens." Stiles suggests.

"Wolf dens?" Peter said almost laughing.

"Yeah, wolf dens!" Stiles says seriously, "Where do you live?"

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." Peter says with a straight face

"Whoa, really?" Stiles says interested.

"No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown." Peter scoffed.

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank." Stiles says turning to Erica who was just laying across the couch. "Was there anything weird when you were there? Did they say anything?"

"Do you think I would have have told you if they did?" Erica scoffed before her tone changed when she looked like she remembered something. "Actually, now that you mention it, something did feel weird when we were there."

"Like how?" Stiles asked.

"I couldn't feel the moon." Erica responds, "It sounds weird but ever since I became a werewolf, I've always felt the moon every night. But in the vault, I felt disconnected. It made me more antsy and I almost wanted to attack Atlantia when she came in." Peter shoots up from his chair so quickly it almost looked comical.

"What's the walls made of?" Peter asks.

"What?" Stiles asks startled.

"The walls? The vault's wall what are they made of? Where would it say that?" Peter said moving toward the table filled with the bank's information. The three of us join him searching through the papers for the information.

"Here," Erica said pushing a paper toward Peter.

Peter grabs it and looks at where Erica was pointing, "Hecatolite," My eyes widen.

"Is that awful? That sounds awful!" Stiles says looking between the two of us.

"Get 'em on the phone!" Peter shouts but I was already doing that. I dialed Scott's number since I was sure Derek didn't take his phone.