TEEN WOLF (S6B) (ENGLISH VERSION)

PART 1

Song of the Chapter: Riptide by Vance Joy

"I just wanna, I just wanna know. If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay"

"Wolves or werewolves?" Malia asked.

"They said wolves." Lydia replied.

"Yeah, they'll be fine. You go." I spoke.

"Liam was asking for help from the werecoyote, not the banshee." Lydia spoke.

"Thank God he didn't ask for the phoenix's help." I laid down on Malia's bed.

"Why me?" Malia asked annoyed.

"Because you're the former animal. Nobody understands mysterious animal situations like you do." Lydia answered.

"I'm done with mysterious animal situations."

"She wants French men." I spoke and she nodded.

"French and mysterious men." Malia added.

"Oui." I raised my eyebrows.

Malia's laptop beeped.

"Your flight's delayed." Lydia spoke.

"No, no, it's rerouted. There's a difference." Malia stated.

"Delayed is what happens when your flight is rerouted. So you have plenty of time to help. And there's a storm system shutting down Charles de Gaulle Airport."

"It's a minor shower." Malia sighed.

"Lydia, we've been helping Beacon Hills for three years in a row. They don't need us anymore." I spoke and she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, Liam's got everything covered." Malia closed the laptop.

"Dead wolves doesn't sound supernatural to me. It just sounds like natural selection. Besides I have to pack, the city of fashion awaits me." I spoke.

"When are you leaving?" Lydia asked.

"A little bit before the end of the summer." I smiled. "I want to leave as soon as possible to catch up with Stiles."

"God, you really are in love." Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Is Stiles going to New York or are you going to Washington?" Malia asked and I frowned.

"Oh. Oh, I don't know. I need to talk to Stiles." I grabbed my phone and they laughed.

[...]

I put things in my suitcase. I packed clothes, accessories, shoes.

Actually there were a lot of suitcases.

"Mom, how many suitcases can I take on the plane?" I asked.

"Two and one handbag!" She yelled from the kitchen.

I sighed and put my hands on my waist.

"Shit." I looked at the four packed suitcases in my room. "How am I supposed to pack everything in two suitcases?" I said to myself.

[...]

"Close, come on. Close." I put all my weight on top of the suitcase.

I grunted and got up from the ground. I looked around and then I remembered. Right, I'm a phoenix.

"Dumbass." I told myself.