A Werewolf and a Human [2] Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 25: The Dark Moon

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Scott McCall led his friends Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin into the Animal Clinic.

"How long has it been?" Lydia asked him as they went inside. "Weeks," Stiles huffed out as he paced back and forth as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Weeks," he muttered again as Scott went to a cabinet. "And they haven't answered any of my texts." Scott said.

"Have Derek or Sabrina ever returned your texts?" Lydia asked as Scott took out a container. "Once. Definitely once for Derek and Sabrina always return my texts. But this time it felt different. So I went to the loft. The alarm was on and everything looked okay," he then went and opened the container and pushed it to Stiles. "Then I found these." 

Stiles stopped pacing. He then looked inside and then pulled a very familiar piece of metal. Stiles turned the casing to find that there seemed to be a skull engraved on it. "I sent a picture of it to Deaton. He said that it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico. The Calaveras." 

"What would they want with Derek and Sabrina?" asked Lydia."You don't think they killed them, do you?" Stiles asked as he went and put the bullet case back in the container. 

Scott blinked and shrugged. "I don't know." He really didn't know. The only hunter family that they ever came across was the Argents. They didn't know anything about this new family or how they worked. But he did know of a way to find out if Derek and Sabrina were still alive or not. His eyes went over to Lydia. "That's why you're here."

Stiles looked at her too. Lydia definitely could tell them. As a banshee, she would be able to sense if Derek or Sabrina were dead or not. And, she now had a greater understanding and control of her power. Scott pushed the container of bullet shells to her. Lydia took a small breath as she reached in and took a handful of them. She then let them rain down on the table. The sounds of gunfire echoed in her mind as each casing hit the table followed by a hard scream that she recognized as Derek and Sabrina's. Lydia then started to stare off with a far off look in her face.

Stiles shook his head. "Lydia, what? Are they dead? Is-is Sabrina dead?" Lydia shook her head as she still stared off blankly. "No," she mumbled. "But, I'm not sure they are alive either." "What does that mean?" Scott asked her. "I don't know. There's something not right. I just...I don't know."

Stiles looked down at the bullet casings. "So, if the Calaveras have Derek and Sabrina, then how do we find them?" Scott went over and reached for a bullet. "Mexico."

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A small red taxi cab passed by where Stiles and Lydia were walking on by. They took a good look at the small town and Stiles thought it seemed quite nice for the foothold of a family of werewolf hunters. There were people smiling, laughing and seemed to being kind and friendly towards one another.

"This doesn't seem so bad," he said as he took it all in. But Lydia didn't share in his optimism. "It's not the town, it's the plan." "What's wrong with the plan?" "Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" He sighed. "I admit it's not our best."

Lydia sighed. "We are going to die." "Are you saying that as a banshee or are you being pessimistic?" "Uh, I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die." Stiles sighed. "Well then, would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" She nodded. "This plan is stupid and we're going to die." "Oh thank you," he said to her sarcastically.

The two of them moved off for a street that didn't seem as lively or friendly as the rest of the town.  Lydia glanced over at Stiles and could see the look of worry he had on his face. "We will find Sabrina, Stiles," Lydia spoke as Stiles looked over at her. "I know we will."