Tyra's P.O.V.
Stiles came back to get me and Derek. He said he got a call from Braeden to come over to his loft.
When the police car showed up, me and Derek hopped in the back.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked. Stiles turned around in his seat to look at us.
"I don't know. But it sounded important." he said.
"Where's Scott and Kira? Weren't they supposed to be at the game with you guys?" the sheriff asked.
"No, they were on a date. At my loft." Derek said worriedly.
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When we got there, we ran in and saw Braeden looking around. The place was a mess.
"What the hell happened?" Stiles asked.
"It was supposed to be a date." Derek said.
"They were both here?" the sheriff asked.
"And they're both gone."
Stiles' phone rang. He picked it up and it was Lydia.
"Hey." he said.
"Scott's been taken." I heard Lydia say on the other end.
"Yeah, Scott and Kira. We just don't know where." he said.
"Mexico. And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going to." Deaton said.
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I sat on my bed with my knees up to my chest and my chin resting on them while tears poured down my face.
I rocked back and forth just staring into space. I heard a knock at my door, but didn't move. I hears the door open and then close. Then someone sat on the bed and pulled me into them.
"Shh. Shh. Its gonna be alright. He'll be fine." Derek said, kissing the top of my head.
"No its not. She has him. Now I don't know what she'll do to him." I quietly said. "And that's not all. I've been getting this feeling."
"What feeling?" he asked.
"Like something bad is going to happen. Like someone's gonna die."
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We ran into Scott's room with Stiles and Malia. Searching for something to catch a scent.
Stiles went searching through his closet while I searched through gis drawers.
"Here, try this." he said, handing Malia a shirt and Derek a pair of shorts.
Then he ran into the bathroom and dug out a pair of used boxers from the hamper. He turned around and tried handing them to me, but I backed up.
"Woah, woah, woah. No fucking way." I said, pushing it away.
"Okay, come on. He's your brother!" he said.
"Hell no."
"Remember Scott's life is on the line." he tried using. I rolled my eyes.
"No." I said and turned around and grabbed one of his pillows and sniffing it. I looked back at Stiles and smirked.
"Yeah that works too." he said. We ran down the stairs and saw Liam waiting in the kitchen. I sighed.
"Liam, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Helping." he said.
"Oh! Liam go home! You're not coming with us!" Stiles said.
"Why not?" he protested.
