COMPLETED [ B O O K T W O - S E A S O N S 3 A + 3 B ]
Four months since defeating the Kanima, Madison Stilinski had lived a normal summer filled with fun, trying her best not to think about Derek Hale. But when a pack of Alpha's roam to town...
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"Get your werewolf ass down here now, okay? We have a job to do," I say to Scott over the phone, following closely behind Stiles. He leads us through the boys' locker room, navigating with nothing but a flashlight and his mischievous intentions lighting the way.
Tonight was one of Stiles and I's favourite nights of the year - Mischief Night. It was basically the night we made Coach's entire day a living hell, by pranking the hell out of him. And I loved it. The staying up late and breaking into school part wasn't fun, but watching his reaction made up for it truly.
Scott sighs on the other end. "Madison, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little old for this?"
I roll my eyes dramatically. "C'mon, you're never too old to pull a prank, Scott. And we're dong it for Coach."
"No. We do it to Coach." Scott corrected me.
In truth, he has a valid point. The pranks we've been pulling on Coach every night before Halloween for the past few years always piss him off to the point of a brain aneurysm.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. He lives for this stuff. I mean I doubt there's anything else as exciting as this, other than hating Greenburg, in his life. No offence." I raise my brows and Stiles nods in agreement.
"But it's the middle of the night." Scott groaned.
Stiles snatches the phone out of my hand and holds it to his own ear after he pulls open his locker. "It's 12:15, actually, which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/Day. And by a perfectly awesome coincidence, it also happens to be Coach's birthday. So if you are not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you. Okay? And I mean five, four, three, two..."
"One," I grin as I catch sight of Scott right behind Stiles. I watch in amusement as Stiles spins around to glance at me, but the moment he catches sight of Scott, he lets out a squeal and falls to the floor.
"I hate you," Stiles mutters, glaring up at Scott.
I can't help but laugh.
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When Stiles and I arrived at school the next morning, I was shocked to see Scott speaking to the twins. I thought we only spoke to them when we needed to use them to help us - which I'd argue made us bad people, if those two boys hadn't attacked us and killed multiple people including Boyd. Not only that, but they dropped out of school after the whole losing their power and Alpha thing. So what the hell were they doing here?
"We just wanna talk." Ethan says to Scott as Stiles and I approach them.
"Oh. That's kind of a change of pace for you guys seen as how you're usually just hurting, maiming and killing." Stiles fake smiled at them.
Aidan rolled his eyes. "You need a pack. We need an alpha."
I snort. "I really hope you're joking."
Ethan kept his eyes on Scott. "You came to us for help. We helped."
