Whispered promises

Chapter 69

Brett Talbot and fellow werewolf Lori his sister are running through the rain at Beacon Hills High School pursued by assassins with crossbows. They run onto the lacrosse field and the banks of overhead lights begin to come on one by one. Several red laser sites find Brett and he tells Lori to get to close her eyes. Just as one of the arrows homes in on him, Kira's sword flashes through and deflects it. She yells for them to run and covers their escape by deflecting arrow after arrow

"Kira found Brett. They're fine but we've got to go. I informed Scott and Liam as I came down the stairs, my voice laced with urgency. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, and I could tell that Liam was on edge.
"More assassins?" Liam asked, his voice filled with concern. He had been through so much already, and the constant threat of danger seemed to follow us wherever we went.

"Maybe a lot more," I replied, my tone grim before lighting my cigarette. The danger seemed to be escalating, and I knew we had to act quickly to keep everyone safe. "Different than the ones who just tried to set us on fire?" Liam proclaimed, his frustration evident. He was tired of constantly being targeted, tired of fighting for his life.

"I think so, yeah," I said, nodding as the smoke left my lips the temporary fix of calmness easing the pain that surrounded my heart . The situation was evolving, and it seemed like a new enemy had emerged. The prospect of facing even more dangerous foes weighed heavily on my mind. "How about I take you home?" Scott offered, turning his attention to Liam. He understood that Liam was still learning to navigate the supernatural world and the responsibilities that came with it.

"I'm not like you, Katrina , or you, Scott," Liam said, his voice filled with self-doubt. He felt inadequate compared to us, unsure if he could ever measure up to our strength and control.
"Not yet," Scott reassured him gently. He believed in Liam's potential and knew that with time and guidance, he could become a formidable ally.

"I don't mean I'm not strong or I'm never gonna learn how to be in control. I mean everything else," Liam explained, his voice tinged with vulnerability. He wanted to know how we managed to keep going despite the countless losses we had endured. "You and your friends try to protect everyone. Have you been doing this whole time? I mean, how are you all still alive?" Liam asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity and a touch of sadness.

"Not all of us are," I informed him, my voice heavy with the weight of the memories. I couldn't help but think of all the loved ones I had lost throughout my life, both during my time with WCKD and S.H.I.E.L.D. The pain of their absence still lingered, a constant reminder of the sacrifices we had made.

"Let me at least take you home," Scott said, his voice filled with empathy. He understood the burden Liam carried, and he wanted to provide him with some semblance of safety and comfort.

As I absorbed the conversation, my phone buzzed with a text from Stiles. His message revealed the shocking truth about Meredith creating the dead pool and faking her own death with the help of Brunski. I quickly stumped my cigarette out and left .

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"There's gotta be a reason she would do this?" Lydia asked Stilinski, her eyes fixed on Meredith sitting inside his office. The situation had taken an unexpected turn, and they were determined to understand the motivations behind Meredith's actions.

"I'm only interested in the 'why' if it tells me the 'how'," Stilinski explained, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. He was focused on finding a solution, on uncovering the means to put an end to the chaos that had engulfed their lives.

"You mean how to stop it," Lydia exclaimed, realizing the significance of Stilinski's words. They needed to uncover the intricacies of the dead pool, to understand its inner workings and find a way to dismantle it. "After what happened to Katrina and Scott tonight, this thing is still going," Stilinski continued, his voice tinged with frustration. The dead pool persisted, and as long as the hired killers were being paid handsomely, the list of targets would continue to dwindle.