Old Scars, Future Hearts

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Season Four

Marika, Dmitri, Stiles and Lydia walked silently through the town. They drove, which Marika and Dmitri had been thankful for. Flying wasn't a wise idea for the demigods given who their father was.

Stiles studied their surroundings. "This doesn't seem so bad."

Lydia frowned. "It's not the town, it's the plan."

"What's wrong with the plan?"

Lydia let out an annoyed sigh. "Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. Even Marika and Dmitri know that. You're aware of that, right?"

Stiles frowned and glanced at her. "I'm aware it's not our best."

Marika met his eyes. "Not our best? Stiles, we've come up with some pretty ridiculous plans, but Lydia is right. This is the dumbest plan we've ever come up with."

Lydia pursed her lips. "We are going to die."

Stiles shot her a look. "Are you saying that as a Banshee or are you being pessimistic?"

She rolled her eyes and answered, "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Lydia. "Okay. Would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee death predictions? And Marika, stop siding with Lydia. I heard enough of it in the car."

Lydia glared at Stiles. "The plan is stupid and we're going to die."

"Oh, thank you."

Lydia rolled her eyes and hummed, "Mmm."

Marika crossed her arms. "I'm not sorry for siding with Lydia. You know she's right."

"Marika, I swear to God," Stiles said.

Dmitri sighed. "Can you three stop the arguing? It's getting annoying."

They entered a bar and a man served the four of them a drink. Lydia and Marika pulled out money and the man shook his head. "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."

Lydia dropped a bullet casing with a skull etching, the same as the bar, into a shot glass. "We didn't come to drink."

He led them to an older woman and she said to them, "Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This kind especially. It has a savage energy."

Lydia and Marika stared at the woman. "We're here for Derek Hale."

"Is that so?" Araya questioned.

"We know you have him," Lydia said. "We've heard you can be bought."

Stiles laid a wad of cash on the table. "It's $50,000 for Derek."

Araya glanced down at the money, then up at Stiles. "Now, where does a teenage boy get money like that? Japanese mafia?"

Guns clicked and Araya gave each teen a disappointed look. "Not smart to come alone."

Dmitro tilted his head with a sarcastic smirk. "What makes you think we came alone?"

Araya's eyes narrowed. "You brought a wolf into my home?"

"We brought an Alpha," Stiles corrected.

She let out a sigh. "My friends... I don't think you're aware of your poor timing. Do you know what the dark moon is?"

"The part of the lunar phase when the moon is least visible in the sky," Lydia answered.

"But do you know its meaning?"