❝ we're just having fun, right? ❞
𝐚·𝐦𝐞·𝐥𝐢𝐨·𝐫𝐚·𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | the act of making something better; improvement.
Or what Nathan was trying to do with himself.
Nathan had a not so happy past with the McCall pack considering that he had tried to kill...
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A TRIP TO MEXICO
A phone call from Scott McCall was the thing that woke Nathan up that night, saying that the Laurent needed to rush to the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.
It was clear that he wasn't very fond of the idea, because it was the middle of the night—and unlike Scott, he was a normal human being who needed his sleep. But the urgency in Scott's voice was enough to push him out of bed.
Within minutes, Nathan was changed and ready to go to the animal clinic, prepared to face whatever was going on this time. Because he knew that whenever Scott calls in the middle of the night—or any time of the day for that matter—it was never good.
He managed to get to the animal clinic just in time to see Stiles and Lydia hopping off of the boy's baby blue Jeep with Scott waiting by the entrance of the clinic, "I think Derek's in trouble."
The Alpha then proceeded to tell his friends about his theory of Derek being in trouble. Supposedly, the Hale had been out of reach and it was starting to make him worry.
Though, come to think of it ... Nathan also hadn't seen him in a while. Not after he had watched him say goodbye to Andrea—Nathan's little sister who was also like a sister to Derek.
"Okay, how long has it been?" Stiles questioned, walking toward the table inside the exam room.
"Weeks," Scott answered, grabbing a can from the cabinet. "He hasn't gotten back to any of my texts."
"Maybe he needs some space. Anyone could get sick of having to deal with a problem every day," Nathan muttered, only to be responded with a glare from the three teenagers, making him shrug. "What? I'm not wrong. Just look at Andrea and Isaac."
Andrea—or Andy, as everybody called her—was Nathan's younger sister, who he loved more than life itself. Not too long ago, the werejaguar and her boyfriend—Isaac Lahey—decided that they needed to get away from all the supernatural problems in Beacon Hills. And so, they moved away to France.
Ignoring what Nathan had just said, Stiles returned to the topic, "Has Derek ever returned your texts?"
"Once. Definitely once," the Alpha answered, standing beside Nathan. "But this time it felt different. So I went to the loft. The alarm was on. Everything looked okay. But then I found these."
Nathan dug his hand inside the can, picking up a brass bullet shell with a skull symbol stamped on it. Immediately, the boy's heart stopped as color drained from his face.
Scott continued, "So I sent a picture of it to Deaton. He said that it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico—"
