When Allison Argent dies, Mackenzie Rose Argent couldn't handle the pain of losing her sister. Allison was everything to Mackenzie, she was there for her when their mom died, their aunt and grandpa turned out to be psychopaths and when they helped t...
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That night, Mack slept in Stiles room. It made her feel like a kid again when she used to be afraid and would climb into bed with Allison.
Today felt the same as those days, she almost lost her boys. And it scared her. She couldn't lose anyone else.
Mack laid wide awake, fingers anxiously messing with her necklace. A silver arrowhead. One of the last Allison made and used the night she died. Now she had Allison with her always.
Stiles jerked awake, panting and turning to look at her side of the bed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
The girl shrugged. "You didn't. I can't sleep."
Stiles had been hoping Malia would be back after the truth she found out. But he was happy he at least had Mack.
He gently pulled the young teen to him, stroking her hair soothingly. "We're okay, Rosie. We aren't going anywhere."
She nodded, holding back tears and hugging him tighter.
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"Is three enough?" Kira asked the next day.
Scott, Stiles, Kira, Mack and Liam all stood around the true alphas table with three computers open.
"Depends on how many cameras they have. But I think so." Stiles said.
"Are we really doing this?" Liam questioned, freaking out.
Mack scowled, not saying anything. She wasn't happy at all about this plan.
