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Cadence "Aurora" Lahey has always been aware of the supernatural world, she just kept her distance since an incident in highschool. But when her younger brother gets bitten by certain brooding Alpha, Aurora puts herself into the supe...
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Chapter Thirty-Seven 💰 The Dark Moon 💰
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles says as him, Lydia and Aurora looked around as they were in Mexico to negotiate with the Calaveras. "It's not the town, it's the plan." Aurora says making Stiles look at her offened, "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia says exasperatedly and he nodded. "I'm aware it's not our best..." He said making Aurora raise her eyebrows, "We are going to die." Lydia said again.
"Are you saying that as a Banshee, or you're just being pessimistic?" Stiles says as they start walking. "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia says and Stiles squinted at her, "Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?"
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Lydia says sarcastically and Stiles chuckled, "Oh thank you." He said sarcastically and Lydia hummed. "Alright, enough arguing and let get this over with." Aurora said before pulling the two teens off in a direction.
Walking up to the building of the club, two men stood in front of them, "Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Lydia asked and the men looked at each other then shook their head making Aurora sigh and roll her eyes. Aurora pulled a card out of his pocket before showing it to one of the men, he looked over to a camera making Aurora hold the card up to it and then a few second after the door buzzed open.
Taking a deep breath, they walked in, the door shutting behind them as they walked down a hall. The music they could already hear was making the walls shake violently. They walk into the main part of the club and push past people while they walked up to a bar.
Standing at the bar, three shot glasses got set in front of them making them raise their eyebrows in confusion. Stiles went to grab his wallet but a hand grabbed onto his and Aurora's shoulders, "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." Someone said and Aurora sighed.
