lionheart; liam dunbar

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Braeden rode ahead of them on her motorcycle, leaving a trail of dust in her path as the six teenagers crammed into one jeep followed.

For a while, they all sat in silence, looking out into the desert wastelands of Mexico, until Malia broke the silence. "Okay, I'll ask: Who's Kate Argent?"

"Uh, I'd like to know too," Kira spoke up.

"Well, we were at her funeral," Stiles added. "So I'd like to know how she got out of her casket buried six feet under the ground."

"She was never in it," Octavia cut in from where her tiny frame was half-sat on Lydia's lap, the strawberry blonde's arm around her waist as a makeshift seatbelt.

"She was Allison's aunt," Lydia explained, her voice blank as she brought back the memories of their fallen warrior. "And a total sociopath."

"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to," Kira said gently.

"Um, yes he does!" Malia retorted, not liking the fact that she was missing out on so much information.

"Yeah, she's right," Scott replied. "You guys should know, you need to know."

All eyes turned from Scott to Octavia as she decided to explain. "Kate was the one who killed most of my family," she spoke quietly, staring blankly ahead as horrible flashbacks of her family burning to death played through her head. She could feel all of their sympathetic stares on her, but decided to continue. "Some of us survived, like me, Derek, Cora, and Peter. A very angry Peter," she chuckled without any humor. "He finally caught up to Kate, and killed her."

"Yeah, but we saw her buried," Stiles said, still confused as to how Kate could be alive and taking Derek hostage.

"No," Scott explained. "We saw a casket, remember? She wasn't in it. Yeah, the Calaveras heard that Kate had been killed by an alpha's claws, and they wanted to make sure that she was really dead. Her body was healing, more and more as she got closer to the full moon, and she was coming back. So they switched the bodies, and took her. If a hunter is  bit, they have to take their own life before they change."

"The Calaveras," Octavia cut in, shooting an apologetic look at Scott, but earning a nod and a gentle smile back. "They treat the code like law. And they make it their responsibility to enforce it."

"Good for her," Malia responded. "I wouldn't do it either."

"Would you kill half a dozen people to get out?" Scott retorted. "Because that's what she did."

"So Kate's a werewolf now," Kira said, more as a question.

"I don't know," Scott responded truthfully.

"There's a saying my mother used to tell me," Octavia spoke. "That sometimes the shape you take reflects the kind of person you are."

"What shape is a sociopathic bitch?" Lydia asked sassily, causing Octavia to smirk approvingly at her, before getting flung to the side as something hit the Jeep, causing it to lurch over.

Everyone scrambled out of the Jeep to see what had happened, and even Braeden stopped her motorcycle and walked over to them. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Stiles replied frantically.

"Scott, we need to get there by night," Braeden said. "It's too dangerous otherwise."

Scott looked around in confusion.

"Go," Stiles said.

"Alone?" Scott asked, reluctant to leave his friends.

"Who said you're going alone?" Octavia spoke up, walking over from where she was with Kira. "That's my brother we're talking about, I'm coming with you, obviously."