lionheart; liam dunbar

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"Lydia? What do they want with Lydia?"

Octavia immediately walked to the door and attempted to physically pry it open with her supernatural strength.

"That won't work," Kira said. "We've already tried."

"I think a lot of people have already tried," Octavia murmured, running her fingers over the claw marks on the door before returning to the group.

"I say, when that door opens, we take out whoever's in the way and make a run for it," Malia offered.

"What about Lydia?"

"What about her?" Malia questioned, not seeing anything wrong with her plan.

"We're not going to leave Lydia behind," Octavia firmly stated.

"Why not?"

This time, Stiles cut in. "Because we don't leave without people, remember? Rules of the wild kingdom don't apply to friends," he explained to his girlfriend. (Or, at least, Octavia thought she was his girlfriend. It was hard to tell with those two.)

"Is that would you would do as a coyote?" Kira asked, still new to the supernatural world. "Leave her for dead?"

"If she was weak and injured, yeah. If hunting had been bad that season, I would eat her. Then I'd leave."

Octavia and Scott shared a bewildered look.

"Believe it or not, that's progress," Stiles sighed.

"Progress or not, we're not leaving Lydia." Octavia had left enough people behind in her life, and she refused to lose her best friend to some bitchy huntress.

"Alright, guys, we're not dead yet. That means Araya wants something," Scott reasoned, trying to stay optimistic as always.

"But if the Calaveras didn't take Derek from the loft, that means someone else did," Octavia spoke, running a hand through her hair in agitation.

"Maybe he left on his own," Stiles offered.

"No, no. He would never do that, he would never leave without telling me," Octavia muttered, trying to fit the overload of new information together.

"Maybe he got taken," Scott said.

The doors to the room opened, revealing a few hunters, and Octavia's eyes turned to their werewolf blue, taking her claws and fangs out for attack. However, instead of fighting, Severo simply jabbed a taser into her rib cage. And, for the second time that day, Octavia's vision went black.

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When Octavia woke, she found herself in the same situation as before - still in the dingy room with the too-bright lights, with Stiles and Malia hovering over her anxiously.

"Wow, I just cannot catch a fucking break when it comes to those guys, huh?" She attempted to crack a joke, but when no hint of a smile appeared on her companion's faces, the small smirk slid off of hers as well. "What's wrong? You two reek of anxiety."

"Araya has Scott and Kira now, too," Stiles explained gently. "We've been trying to hear what's going on, but it's looking - well, sounding - pretty impossible."

Malia had a guilty expression on her face, and when Stiles smiled and threw an arm around her shoulders to comfort her, Octavia began to wonder if more had happened before she woke up than they were letting on.

"Let me try," Octavia murmured, closing her eyes and drowning out all of her surrounding sounds to try and hear what Araya was doing to her friends. She could hear Araya's voice, and then Scott's, but they were only faint mumbles, and she couldn't sharpen the sounds. Then, all of a sudden, Araya's voice became menacing, and Octavia began to hear the buzz of electricity.

"What's wrong? Octavia, what are you hearing?" Malia asked, noticing the look of fear on Octavia's face.

"I don't know, I can only hear mumbles," Octavia spoke quietly, still trying to listen in on what was happening to Scott. "And there's something that sounds like electricity buzzing."

Then, all of a sudden, her body turned shock still, as she heard Scott's familiar yells. And then, him shouting an all too familiar name.

"Kate."

And suddenly, everything made sense.

»

Memories flashed through Octavia's head, flashbacks and fragments of conversations and moments that had happened a few years ago.

"Can you be turned by a scratch?" Kate Argent asked her brother, a fellow hunter and, back then, an enemy of the pack.

"If the claws go deep enough."

Then, a flashback of the night Kate had been murdered. Peter had torn her throat out, right?

None of this made sense, but somehow, it was the only answer that could be possible.

»

Octavia, Lydia, Malia, Stiles and Kira stood by the Jeep, watching as Scott and Araya conversed. Lydia was slightly shaking from fear and trauma from what she had just witnessed, so Octavia had slung an arm around her shoulders, and was rubbing small circles into the strawberry blonde's shoulder with her thumb to try to comfort her.

Octavia was still pretty confused on why the huntress was just letting them go, especially after all of the havoc and chaos they had caused in her home. Actually, she was pretty sure that by the end of the day, Araya was going to have her killed for all of her back-talking and sass. Yet here she was, next to her friends in the scorching heat of Mexico.

As Scott made his way over to the group, Stiles immediately asked, "So, what now?"

"She thinks she knows a place we can find Derek," Scott replied, Octavia instantly perking up at the mention of her brother.

"Is she going to tell us where?" Octavia inquired, wanting to find her brother and get the hell away from this city with all of it's menacing hunters as fast as she could.

"Actually, she's. . .giving us a guide."

The sound of an engine cut through the air, making all heads turn towards a figure clad in all black heading towards the pack on a motorcycle.

"That's fucking badass," Octavia commented.

"Braeden," Scott spoke, seeming as though he recognized the person, who Octavia could now see was an extremely attractive black woman with three scratches on her neck, adding to her overall badass-ness.

"Who's Braeden?" Malia asked.

"She's a mercenary," Lydia commented, looking almost as impressed as Octavia, who was borderline starstruck by the lady.

"Right now I'm the only one that's gonna take you to La Iglesia," Braeden cut in.

"The church," Octavia translated, making everyone's expressions turn various levels of confused.

Stiles, as usual, was the only one to speak up on that confusion. "What's the church?"

"It's not a place you'll find God."