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Anger was all Hope felt.
She wasn't even angry at Araya, or crazy insane old hunter lady as Hope had called her, for hurting Scott.
She was angry at Kate.
Kate, her friend Allison's aunt.
Kate, her brothers old girlfriend after Paige died.
Kate, who had burned down her home when she was just ten years old and killed most of her family.
Kate, who had tried to kill Hope and Derek when they came back to Beacon Hills when Laura was killed.
Kate, who was supposed to be dead.
Kate, who apparently wasn't dead and was now a werewolf. Or a were-psycho-bitch.
Hope sat in the back of Stiles's jeep, the window on her right and squished next to Kira on her left. They followed behind Breaden, a mercenary Hope hadn't meet but had heard of. She led them to a church called La iglesia.
Apparently it was a destroyed church.
"Okay, I'll ask. Who's Kate Argent?" Malia asked, interrupting the silence that had been in the jeep since they left. Hope growled at the name.
"Uh, I'd like to know, too." Kira said.
Well, we were at her funeral. So, I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground." Stiles said.
"Me too. I remember dancing on the bitches grave." Hope said, looking out the window. Lydia gave her a small smile and Scott held concern in his eyes before looking at the front again.
"She was never in it."
"She was Allison's aunt." Lydia started, "And a total sociopath."
"Amen." Hope grumbled.
"You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to." Kira said.
"Um, yes, he does." Malia said.
"Yeah, she's right. You guys should know. You need to know."
"All right. Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of Derek and Hope's family." Stiles said.
Kira and Malia looked at Hope but she just stared out the window.
"Some of them survived, like Cora, and Peter." Scott said.
