Miss Alpha Werewolf

Chapter 3

We stood by Stiles' jeep, watching as Scott and Araya exchanged a few words.

The sun was burning against my arms and from the corner of my eye, I could see Lydia using her hand to fan herself. Beside us, Malia stared off to the distance whilst Kira was focused on Scott.

"Let's see if you can do better," she tells Scott, her lips lifted at the corners.

"You could've just told she was alive." Scott says in return.

"You wouldn't have believed me. Now, I know what kind of alpha you are. And what your next step lies," she says, squinting at him.

I see Scott stiffen a bit, heart racing slightly and he glances down, "what next step?"

At this, Araya turns to me. My heart sped up but I didn't look away. I attempted a glare but she winked, chuckling, before turning to Scott again, "when you take the bite of an innocent, when you or your sister make a wolf of your own– when you do that," she pauses, raising her chin, "then, I'll cross your border and go bang on your door."

Scott stares at her for a moment, before nodding stiffly and turning away, walking towards us.

"What about now?" Stiles asks when all of us are together, Scott already completing the circle.

"She thinks we can find Derek," I say.

I hear Stiles let out a breath and Lydia shaking her head in disbelief. Scott whispers a yeah under his breath.

"Is she telling us where he is?" Malia asks, shoulders moving in desperation.

"She's giving us a guide," Scott sighs.

Just when I was about to ask who this guide was, voicing everyone's thoughts, a motorbike comes to sight, roaring louder than everything around, leaving us all surprised.

The driver stays still for a second before removing her helmet, brown hair falling over her leather jacket and exposing her scar on the beautiful brown skin.

"You know her?" Stiles asks, still looking at the girl on the bike. I face my brother as he nods, and Lydia tilts her nod upon the woman's appearance.

"Braeden," Scott replies, quietly.

"Who's Braeden?" I ask this time, glancing at the group, looking for any signs of information.

"She's a mercenary," Lydia replies, but her eyes were glued to the girl, a knowing expression plastered on her features.

The girl, Braeden, with a smug smirk on her lips makes her way to us.

"Right now," Braeden starts, shaking her head a bit to adjust her hair, looking at Scott, almost like as if she knew who the Alpha was, "the only one who is going to take you to la Iglesia."

The church?

"The church?" Lydia asks, and I nearly giggled.

"What's the church? " Stiles asks.

I cleared my throat, trying to find a simple way to explain it, "well..."

"It's not a place you'll find god," Braeden sighs out. She gestures at me with her head, "you've been there?"

I shrug a shoulder, "might have heard of it once or twice."

At the vague reply, she only hums and goes back to her bike, retrieving a bag from under the seat. After Braeden had shown us the map, indicating the route we'd take, they all climbed on Stiles' jeep, with Braeden on the lead and myself right behind her on my own bike, the one mum had saved ever since I was young. I was surprised to know she still kept it, having Scott occasionally run a ride with her so it'd be ready, if I had ever arrived.