Slightly Tempted (Slightly Series, Book Four, Teen Wolf)

chapter one---The Dark Moon

Okay, being in Mexico in the afternoon with Stiles and Lydia by my side was notwhat I had expected to everdo. Ever.

A red taxi drove past us as we stepped forward.

"This doesn't seem so bad," I said.

"It's not the town, it's the plan," Lydia told me.

"What's wrong with the plan?" I asked innocently.

"Stacie," Stiles said.

"This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with," Lydia told us. She looked at us. "You're both aware of that, right?"

"I'm aware it's not our best," I said.

"Can we just turn around and go home and leave him for dead?" Stiles asked me. "Please?"

"That question is so stupid it doesn't deserve an answer," I said.

"Come on," Stiles said.

"I'm not leaving without him," I said.

"We are going to die," Lydia said as we started to walk forward.

"Are you saying that as a Banshee or are you just being pessimistic?" I asked.

"I'm saying it as a person who don't want to die."

"Okay. Then would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?"

Lydia looked at me. "This plan is stupid and we're going to die."

I looked at her with a sarcastic smile. "Oh, thank you."

She looked away. "Hmm."

We kept on walking.

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After the sun went down, we walked alongside a building, going up to a door with two guards standing on the concrete steps.

Lydia spoke something in Spanish that I had noidea what she said.

The guard with the brown jean jacket shook his head.

I dug into my back pocket, holding up the tarot card with a skull on the back.

The guard looked behind him to the camera on the wall.

I looked at Stiles and Lydia before holding up the tarot card for the camera to see.

The door clicked, the lock unlocking and the door sliding open.

Lowering my hand to my side, the guard stepped out of the way, nodding to the door, telling us to go in.

Stiles nodded, leading the way inside. I followed him. Lydia followed me.

In the hall, the walls painted red and lights hung on the walls, lining the way, the door shut behind us, making us look back.

Lydia, me and Stiles looked at each other a little nervously, but we kept on walking, seeing the lights on the walls rattling as we got to the old style door at the end of the hall.

Stiles looked back at me and Lydia before opening the door to the club, loud, electronic dance music playing with laser lights and everyone dancing to the music.

We slowly made our way through the crowd, to the bar, the bartender placing three shots of tequila in front of us.

Stiles started to dig through his pockets to pay for it when Severo stood behind us, placing a hand on Lydia and Stiles' shoulders. "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."