Teen Wolf Imagines

"What Makes You Think...

"What Makes You Think We Came Alone?"

*Third Person*

Everyone knew that nothing good would come out of going to Mexico... And that included Y/N, the .or sensible siblings of the two Stilinski kids.

The mission was to find Derek- to buy him back. Or in Stiles' case, save him.

"Stiles, are you kidding me?! You can't even speak Spanish." She pointed out as she caught up behind her brother and Lydia.

He'd come up with a crazy plan to ambush the former alpha's captives. Malia, Kira and Scott were already inside, waiting for the next phase.

"Oh shut up." Stiles muttered as they walked to the large gates. "You have little faith in me, besides​, I don't need to speak Spanish."

She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah? So how do you expect to get into a club that has Spanish guards outside?"

"Lydia can say every-"

Lydia held up a distinctly designed card to one of the cameras, and the gates opened merely seconds later.

"Yeah, she sure did say a lot." Y/N rolled her dark eyes and walked ahead of them, squinting as she pushed past drunken bodies to get to the bar.

"Two cokes and a word with your boss." Stiles spoke, staring the bartender down as he eyed his little sister. "Now."

The bartender stared at Stiles as he pressed a button under the counter.

"Tell her we have something in exchange for a certain werewolf." Lydia hissed, dropping a silver bullet in the glass.

It only took seconds for the young male to abandon his post at the bar, returning with a substitute before leading the three determined teenagers into the house hidden by the charismatic club.

"They're like...hunters, right?" Y/N questioned as she followed her brother and his love interest throughout the fairly modern home. "Like Kate bad?"

"You mean obsessed with killing werewolves?" Stiles was quick to link the description of their late friend's late aunt. "From what Argent told us, yes."

"Great."

The three teenagers were led to an office which was occupied by a single female- the hunter Chris Argent warned them about.

"Hundred and fifty for Derek Hale." Stiles proposed, placing the briefcase on the table before opening it.

"That all?" The elderly woman questioned. "Hundred and fifty for a werewolf?"

"I think my brother forgot to add the thousand to that figure." Y/N butted in sassily. "A hundred and fifty thousand dollars for Derek Hale."

Her dark brown eyes widened at the sight of the money, drinking in the situation before peering back up at the teens.

"And where do you get this kind of money at such a young age? Russian mafia?" She questioned.

"Yeah, I wish." Y/N scoffed sarcastically.

The woman and the two other teens ignored the snarky remark, and resumed to business.

"You're rather silly, coming here alone." The older hunter taunted.

Stiles let out a noise of amusement, startling the three ladies.

He leaned forward in his seat, squinting at the woman as his eyes challenged her.

"What makes you think we came alone?"