𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟽𝟻《𝙿𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Stiles' Jeep comes to an abrupt stop outside the school and I immediately leap out of the car, slamming the door closed behind me.

"I'm gonna find Scott" Kira informs us before racing away, leaving me with Lydia and Stiles.

"We need to find Derek" I tell my friends and they nod, following me as I head towards the school.

We reach the underpass and the sound of my brother roaring loudly causes me to slow in worry. Lydia takes a hold of my hand and I look to the girl to see her giving me a reassuring smile. I squeeze her hand gratefully and glance at Stiles who is stood holding his aluminium baseball bat, staring at me in concern.

"Nice bat, dork" I quip to lighten the mood as we continue walking.

"You seriously need to find something better than a baseball bat" Lydia scoffs and Stiles shoots us both a glare that makes me grin in amusement.

"Nat?" Lydia speaks up as we pass the school sign and I pause, looking to the strawberry blonde.

"What's wrong?" I question in confusion and she merely points at the sign with her free hand.

I look to where she's pointing and I can't believe that I missed it. The school's sign is completely turned around and it has revealed a set of stone steps down into some sort of bunker.

"Well that was easy" I shrug, heading down the stairs with Stiles and Lydia right behind me.

When I reach the bottom of the steps I'm met with the sight of a distraught Peter Hale who is crouched in front of a safe that is now empty.

"Peter?" I speak up.

"It was never... never... about the Triskelion. They took it" Peter mutters to himself "They took it while I was blind..."

"Took what?" Stiles asks in confusion.

"Bonds. Bearer bonds. And they took them all" Peter answers, standing up and turning to face us.

"Bearer bonds?" Stiles questions in surprise "Hold on, are you saying that you got robbed?"

"This was a heist! Somebody planned this!" Peter declares angrily.

"How much did they take?" Lydia asks curiously.

"One hundred and seventeen..." Peter drawls off.

"Thousand?" Stiles retorts in surprise.

"Million" Peter corrects and my jaw drops.

"Holy fucking shit" I gasp.

❦ ❦ ❦

As I stand in my kitchen listening to some music from my phone, I make a pot of tea in hopes that the herbs will calm my nerves and allow me to sleep without nightmares tonight. I found the recipe in an old grimoire of my great grandma's that my mom dug out of the attic for me.

I'm interrupted from my little dance when my brother enters the room and I look from my steeping tea to him. Scott leans against the doorframe with a small smile on his face but I can tell that the action is forced because it doesn't quite reach his sad looking eyes.