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The pack follow Braeden in Stiles's Jeep the tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife . Malia and Kira only have one thought 'Who is Kate Argent".
'How in the world did Kate pull a Winchester actually when did I relate so much to Sam Winchester? If i'm Sam does that make Scott Dean? Wait then who's Cas?Aury? No then destiel couldn't happen she is totally Claire oh my god IT COULD HAVE BEEN ISAAC' Stiles thought
"Okay i'm just gonna ask who's Kate?" Malia blurted out breaking Stiles's train of thought
"She set the fire that killed almost my entire family. Kate hated how powerful our pack was and how our mother was basically the Alpha of all Alpha's. Kate set the fire hoping to strike fear into wolves the message was clear If we can take down the mightiest of packs we can take down anyone. " Aury explained
"You don't have to go in yknow we can do it?" Stiles spoke
"I know I don't Robin but I hope she is there. She killed my family she has their blood on her hands and I can't wait to have her's on mine."
A silence filled the car most were surprised by the girl's comment
'She really is related to Peter' Lydia thought
"What the fuck was that!?" Aury asked in alarm as they hit something
" I think we ran over something" Stiles replied
We have to go we dont know how much time Derek has left." Aury replied
"I can only take one." Breaden spoke up.
"Aur-" Scott started
"Sco-" Aury said in unison
"No Scott you need to go yeah im his little sister but Scott your a True Alpha you have a better chance in a fight than I do plus no offence to anyone but someone besides Malia has to make sure Robin over here doesn't get hurt just bring Der back okay Batman?" Aury spoke
"You got it Batgirl"
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Malia looks under the Jeep and finds what looks to like a giant tooth or maybe a knife her and Aury share a look and came to the same conclusion they didn't hit something; something hit them.
