Wicked style, Liam Dunbar

1.10 The Final Prophecy

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'I bet your mother would be proud of you'
- Wiseman, Frank Ocean
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"I still don't like relying on these things" Derek sighs as he loads ammunition into a pistol. 

"I get it" Braeden shrugs as she does the same, "you miss your power. I would, too."

"It's not about power, it's about being able to help" Derek shrugs. "I don't like feeling helpless."

"I'm human" Braeden shrugs. "Do I look helpless?"

"You're a much better shot than me."

"Do you really think you won't be coming back?"

"Not alive."

"You know I'm not okay with that."

"I am. If it saves Scott and Kira. But, to be honest, I don't even know if this is enough firepower to take down one Berserker."

"Not even close" Peter shrugs as he walks into the room. "Killing a Berserker is next to impossible. It's not just the firepower, it's breaking the animal spirit from the human."

"Well, the only person we know with that kind of experience is Argent, and he's not getting back to me."

I walk into the loft with a playful smile, "and what about me?"

"You just stuck your claws into the things neck" Derek says as he turns to me with a small smile.

"I killed it, didn't I?" I question as I walk deeper into the loft.

"You're not helping" Peter says as he moves to stand in front of me. I glare at the older man, "there is a prophecy about your part in this. You helping out? It's suicide."

"There is no part in the prophecy that mentions my death. You also can't ignore a prophecy" I state with a shrug and a small smile. "I understand what I'm risking by helping out but this is what I have to do to ensure that everyone I care about will be safe."

"And what is that?" Peter asks. "What is it that you have to do?"

"Doing what my father couldn't" I respond, "fully erasing the Aztecs from existence."

"You inherit too much power" Peter scoffs, rolling his eyes at me.

"What because I'm Abigail's son?" I question.

"No" Peter answers as he glares back at me, "because you're Declan's son, you have more than one birthright boy."

Derek steps forward to stand beside his uncle, "do you have your anchor?"

Peter scoffs with an eye roll as he turns to Derek, "an anchor isn't going to help this idiot! He is going to lose his mind!"

I glare at Peter for a long moment before turning to Derek, "yeah I got one."

"You better hope that your parents have put some kind of protection spell on you, kid" Peter says as he begins to walk off.

I smile proudly as I flick out my claws and smirk, "for some reason I don't think I'll need one."

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I push open the back door to Scott's house to find Liam, Stiles and Malia all gathered in Scott's kitchen. "Just the person I was looking for" Stiles smiles. "Why are you looking more insane than normal?"

My expression grows confused. "What did you need me for?"

"To tell Liam that we can't take him with us" Stiles tells me. "He listens to you for some stupid reason."