Seva: Service; working for the benefit of others.
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Angelina spent her late preteens into her early teens fighting for not only her life, but the lives of others close to her. She just wished that after the loss of their close friend, Allison Argent...
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Kira had picked up Angelina who was now dressed in light blue mom jeans and a black tank top. Liam was picked up afterwards and sat beside the other wolf in the back.
Angelina kept sneaking glances at him, the full moon was out and he was clearly uncomfortable. "Hey, Kira, turn down the music," She hinted with raised eyebrows.
"Thanks," Liam mumbled.
"It's Lydia Martin's lake house. Actually, it's her grandmothers lake house, but she's dead, so it's okay," Kira said looking back in the rearview mirror. "I mean, it's not okay that she's dead..."
"Kira, we know what you mean," Angelina said in a calm voice, a smile making its way across her face at her friends anxiousness.
Liam was breathing heavy, and covering his ear, which probably was because of his heightened senses. Then, his phone went off which made him jump.
"Who'd you say was coming to this party?" Liam asked, looking up from his phone.
"Um, everyone," Kira smiled.
Angelina smelt fear. From both of them actually. "Liam, are you okay?" She questioned. He hummed and continued looking out the window. Until Angelina put a hand on his shoulder. "We're here."
As she stepped out, there was another car parked in the driveway. A Porsche to be exact. An even bigger smile broke out on Angelina's face, she turned back to the two getting out and shouted apologies, taking off towards the door.
The door slammed open, catching the junior's attention. Talking to Stiles was Phoebe Jade Whittemore, or as Angelina liked to call her, "PJ!"
The blonde laughed as the younger girl ran towards her, almost knocking her off of her feet if it weren't for Stiles being right there. "Hey, Lina," She greeted, rocking herself and Angelina back and forth.
She let go once the door opened again, Angelina walked away and grabbed ahold of Liam's arm, stopping him from charging at the other teens. "Liam, they're here to help," She said. He sighed and faced the juniors again.
"What the hell's this?"
"Think of it like an intervention, you have a problem Liam." Stiles said pursing his lips.
That earned him a glare from his little sister, who secretly flashed her golden eyes.
"We're the only ones that can help." Scott spoke up.
"Werewolf?" Scott nodded.
"Werecoyote." Malia smiled.
"Banshee." Lydia pursed her lips and pointed to him.
