Revelations ∞ Liam Dunbar [1]

21 | Should've Had A Gun

Chapter Twenty-One

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We were dropping an injured Scott back off at his house to heal, when I realized that we needed to start brainstorming.

We needed a plan to find Mason.

I paced in the hallway outside of Scott's bedroom, when Stiles finally came back upstairs.

"So, did you think of anything?" I quickly spoke, motioning my hands.

Stiles' eyebrows furrowed, before he continued towards Scott's room.

"He's fine. Kira got him to bed," I reassured, lightly smiling before Stiles' eyebrows rose. "No- not like that- I just meant that.."

I shook my head as Stiles began walking towards the stairs again, and I followed.

We stopped as Braeden and Malia stood in front of us.

"What? What did I do?" Stiles breathed, as the two women gave him a concerning look.

"Tell him." Braeden spoke up, causing my eyebrows to furrow.

"You know how my mother wants to kill me?" Malia proposed, earning a small nod from Stiles and I. "I think she might want to kill you too."

I let out a laugh, "Wow, that's..unsettling."

I patted Stiles' shoulder before he spoke up, "I should probably have a gun."

"Oh- if he gets a gun, I get a gun." I bickered, as my mouth remained parted and my eyes lit up.

Malia, Stiles and I turned our attention to Braeden.

"I'm not giving you a gun." she bluntly answered.

"Ha! You don't get a gun-" I teased Stiles, smiling widely.

"Neither do you." Braeden rose her eyebrows, staring at me before my face dropped.

"Wha- you have a gun. The Desert Wolf, who is trying to kill me, has a gun. I think I should probably have a gun." Stiles argued his point,

Malia turned back to Braeden, and she reluctantly pulled out a gun, emptying it of ammo. She held it out for Stiles to take. He scratched his mouth right before Braeden tossed it at him, and he juggled it in his arms for a few seconds. As it was about to hit the floor, I caught it, and we all gave Stiles a look.

"I- probably shouldn't have a gun..." he trailed off, as I proudly held it, fake-aiming it before Braeden snatched it from my hands.

I shot her a pouty look before my mouth formed a straight line.

The Desert Wolf may not be after me, but it still would've been cool to have a gun..

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The next morning, we all met back in Scott's kitchen. Thankfully, I made it home before the clock struck midnight, and before Aunt Carol could give me an intense scolding. All she really did was ask how the Lacrosse game went, and where my uniform was. I made sure to give it to Scott so he could wash all of the blood out..

"My dad's got an APB out.." Stiles continued explaining our plan so far.

"For a 5'8" 16-year-old?" Kira piped up, causing me to point to her.

"I recommended nine-foot tall rampaging werewolf." Stiles clarified,

"It still might not be him." Liam acknowledged, as the two of us sat on the barstools and the rest of the gang leaned over the counter, shooting him a look. "But, Hayden's at the school looking.."