From Demigods to Werewolves

Chapter 46: Stiles

"This doesn't seem so bad..." I trail off when I see Lydia's face. It's been about two weeks after Atlantia pulled us all into Deaton's office. I know, I know. We shouldn't have been that long but trying to get a group of teenagers to lie to their parents with a lie that was convincing took time. Atlantia wasn't happy but she seemed to know that it was for the best to wait thought I could see how much it hurt for her to not rush toward Derek. Anyway, Allison, Lydia and I were the front while everyone else (Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Ethan, Aiden, Malia, Scott, and Kira) were backup thought Atlantia was our back-up, back-up.

"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia mutters to me as we walk toward the club Atlantia had told us to head to. Everyone else should already be inside by the time we come so we should be the only ones drawing attention.

"What's wrong with the plan?" I ask, though I knew the answer. I created this plan and I could see in Atlantia's eyes that she knew it was a stupid plan but she just went along with it.

"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Allison says as we turned down another street.

"I'm aware it's not our best..." I begin but Lydia cuts me off.

"We are going to die." Lydia says.

"Are you saying that as a Banshee, or you're just being pessimistic?" I needed the specific answer because I was already scared to be going up against the hunters. Hunters can be scary, believe me, I still remember the night Gerard kidnapped me and beat the crap out of me.

"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia snaps. That helped calm me a little bit but I was still not perfectly relaxed for this plan.

"Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" I ask her politely as we turn the corner to see the club at the end of the street.

"This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Lydia says sarcastically.

"Oh. Thank you." I say equally as sarcastic.

"Mmm." Is her response before she steps up to the club guards and says,"Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Basically, she said we were here for the party. And with those few words, we were in the club. Allison takes control of the situation once we were inside by pulling us to the bar in hopes to draw the attention of one of the Calaveras. It worked because about five minutes of us being in there, the bartender pours drinks for us and before I could tell him we didn't order them, a man steps right behind us.

"No, on the house." He says the threat evident in his tone as he whispers to us, "Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."

"We didn't come here to drink." Lydia says calmly before holding up the shell casing with the man's family symbol carved in it. He looked surprised to see that, but he pulls us away from the bar and into a hallway leading to what I guess is the Calaveras meeting office. Sitting at the desk was a scary looking old lady who had definitely seen a lot of things in her time. The man pushes us to the three chairs that were in front of her so we all sit with Lydia in the middle and Allison and me on either side of her.

"Severo hates this music." Araya, the old lady says breaking the silence that was only filled with the club's music, "Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This especially. It has a savage energy.

"We're here for Derek Hale." Lydia says calmly.

An amused look passes over Araya's face, "Is that so?"

"We know you have him." Lydia continues, "We've heard you can be bought." She gestures for me to do my part so I pull out the money that Atlantia kindly gave us and put it on her desk.