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𝟬𝟬𝟭. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

5 years ago

"Skyler." I look up, blood all over my shirt... basically everywhere. I eye the group of people carefully, taking a step back. "Who are you?" There were at least 20 people dead on the floor.

I killed them all, I had no mercy for them. "We're the Orphans," he says and I frown. I stay silent. I don't know many words, I'm not that smart. "We train young girls and boys like you, offer you a roof under your head, food, everything you need, but in return all we want you to do is kill people," I frown at him and shake my head.

"Thanks. But no thanks," I say and the man scoffs. "It's either you join us, or you die." He says and I grip my knife. "I'm not afraid," I say carefully, stepping backwards.

"We respect you Skyler. We've been following you for the past month, you have some real potential."

. . .

Present, A few hours ago

I scoff, laughing at what Stiles just told me. "You want us to go where?" I ask him, just for the clarification. "Mexico," I bite my lip and nod. "Okay, but... what about our family? I mean shouldn't we have an excuse?" Stiles nods and points at me.

I know he has an idea. He is smart and capable of planning a whole mission out, that's why I trust that he has a good excuse.

"We are going camping!" I hold my breathe, ready for him to explain more. "There is nothing more? That's it?" I ask and he nods. "Stiles! Come on!" I exclaim and hit him on his chest.

"Hey! Hey! Don't attack the genius!" He jokes and I roll my eyes. "Okay." I say and nod. "I'll just tell my brother we're going camping, he'll tell it to the others,"

I grab my phone and open it to call Brett, my brother. After a few rings he picks up and I bite my lip, nervous because Brett is the only one who can literally sense when I'm lying.

"Hey Skye, what's up?" He asks and I look at Stiles, who gives me two thumbs up. "Um, hey Brett. I am calling you so I can tell you I'm going camping," I say and Stiles looks outside, thinking.

"Camping? Where?" He asks and I sigh dramatically, chuckling weirdly. "In the woods, duh," I lie and he sighs too. "I am a werewolf Skye, I know when you're lying," I take a deep breathe and let out a chuckle.

"Well, now you know that I'm going camping. I thought I would say you goodbye, bye!" I say and I hear a chuckle in the background, that's probably Lori. I smile and before Brett could say something else, I hang up.

"We should go before he comes here and kills me," I warn Stiles and he chuckles. "We were just about to go, let's go," he says and I frown. "Did everyone know and just didn't tell me or did you decide this 4 minutes ago?" I ask and Stiles ignores me, keep walking.

I know my answer.

Present

I was assigned to stay with Lydia and Stiles. Even though we are all pretty fragile, with Lydia still being new to being a Banshee and me and Stiles being idiots who manage to survive it is pretty dumb to put us together, but hey here we are.

You may think right now, Brett is a werewolf, but I am not... it is because we are not related by blood. I am adopted by their pack when I was young.