Alone • Liam Dunbar

Forty-Three

Last night, Deaton had gone to see Gabriel Valack, a resident in Eichen House. At one point in his life, that man had been a renowned and intelligent scholar. Now, he was just some creep with a third eye in the lower levels of the facility, where the more peculiar patients resided.

Deaton went there with the intention of finding out what Kate had done to Derek, hoping to cure his recent humanity. Instead, he came away with a piece of a devious plan that Kate had put into motion. We had no idea what she wanted with Kira and Scott, all we knew was that she had taken them to the temple below La Iglesia.

I was more than ready to cross the border for a last-minute rescue mission again, but Stiles convinced everyone to hold off. He wanted to get his father's blessing and maybe even ask for his aid. It was considerate of him not to want to sneak behind his back anymore, but I could tell their conversation wasn't going our way. It had been almost fifteen minutes since Stiles walked into the precinct and he had yet to return.

I sat in the station parking lot, impatiently waiting as time passed. 

Deputies that came and went cast me suspicious glances. I couldn't blame them, I was positive I looked like an unsavory character. My agitation was obvious and my entire body was tense. I could even feel the scowl I wore digging into my features, the lines of my face growing permanent with each second I didn't shift my expression.

I couldn't help it, though. Kate had that effect on me. She was going after the people I cared for, and there was nothing I could do about it. It also didn't help that her actions caused strife in more than one area of my life. 

Last night, my kiss with Liam had been ruined. I had to explain to him what happened, and I had to leave him. He had begged me to stay, but I couldn't. I had to find Scott and Kira, and clean up the mess that Kate made, yet again. I couldn't help but think of him each time I close my eyes, though. I remembered the feeling of his lips against mine, and the undeniable bliss it brought me. I wished it could've lasted forever, but Kate had to steal that from me, too. 

Stiles saves me from my own thoughts as he finally walks out of the station.

"What'd he say?" I ask as he approaches my motorcycle. He doesn't respond, and his lack of reaction tells me my assumption had been correct.

"He won't help us," I say for him. 

"It's not like he doesn't want to, he just wants to do things the right way," Stiles sighs tiredly as he tries to offer some support in his father's name.

As frustrating as this was, Stilinski wasn't in the wrong. He had a job to do and he couldn't keep breaking the laws he was meant to enforce. He was also still new to the world of the supernatural. Telling him that an ex-druid went to a man with a psychic third eye to discover that a resurrected werejaguar kidnapped a werewolf and kitsune to drag them to an ancient underground temple in Mexico was a bit much.

"What if we don't have enough time to do things the right way?" I question rhetorically.

If Scott and Kira weren't dead already, Kate wouldn't hesitate to kill them the second we stepped foot into La Iglesia. She took after her father in that way, both of them more than willing to spill blood for power as long as it wasn't their own. I can feel my breath quicken at the thought of finding Scott or Kira in a similar position that Kate had left Violet. Their bodies carelessly mauled, both dead for no reason other than Kate's ego.

My hands tighten on the handles of my bike, trying to find something to tether myself to. Stiles stares down as my knuckles grow white from the pressure of my grip.

"Are you alright?" He eyes me warily, expecting one of my typical outbursts. 

I take him by surprise as my grips falter, and I shrink into myself defeatedly.