❛ And all at once, you're all
I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart . ❜
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↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 :
"𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌"
(( Stiles Stilinski X Fem!OC...
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season 4 episode: 1, continuing
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I lean against the hood of Stiles's Jeep, arms crossed, as I watch Scott speaking with Araya. They let us all go once Scott had told her about Kate. Which, I'm quite frankly still confused about. She's just alive all of a sudden?
Scott finishes his conversation and starts walking toward us.
"So, what now?" Stiles asks from beside me.
Scott glances between us. "She thinks she knows where we can find Derek."
"Is she gonna tell us where?" Malia chimes in.
Scott hesitates before answering. "Uh, actually, she's giving us a guide."
"Who?" I ask. Scott raises his eyebrows and gestures to the right. I follow his gaze just as the roar of a motorcycle fills the air. The rider pulls up next to us, the bike's engine rumbling to a stop right beside Stiles who flinches.
"Who's Braeden?" Kira asks, her eyes narrowing as she looks between us and the rider.
The rider removes her helmet, shaking out her hair. "Right now, I'm the only one who's gonna take you to La Iglesia,"
We're all crammed into Stiles's Jeep, the desert stretching endlessly around us as we follow Braeden, who's leading the way on her motorcycle. The tires crunch over the dry earth, and the engine hums steadily.
I stare out from the passenger seat window, trying to piece together what happened. I never liked Kate. Since the day I met her, I knew something was off. Turns out, she was a hunter and wanted to kill me and Scott.
From the back seat, Malia leans forward between me and Stiles, her curiosity finally breaking the silence. "Okay, I'll ask. Who's Kate Argent?"
Kira, sitting beside her, raises her hand slowly. "Uh, I'd like to know, too."
Stiles glances in the rearview mirror. "Well, we were at her funeral. So I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground."
"Because she was never in it," I say, turning to look at Scott in the backseat.
"She was Allison's aunt," Lydia says. "And a total sociopath."
