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Hope and I walk side by side, looking up at a nervous Rafael. "Hey, you okay?"
"Um, my mind still won't settle down." Rafael confesses. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't join the fight."
I smile, "Don't worry, we're not going alone." I hum, looking at Hope.
"My squad answered the Bat-Signal."
It's like it's in slow motion as Kaleb, Josie, and Jed come walking over. I smirk, Josie and I making eye contact. Her face falls as Lizzie steps up. The two twins glare at each other before looking at Hope and I. "She's coming?"
"We need all the help I can get, so please put your twin war on pause." Hope hums. Josie huffs, holding onto my hand.
Rafael looks at Jed. "Why is he going? He hates Landon." He says.
Jed sighs. "Look, you're the Alpha. If Landon's your pack, that makes him ours."
"Where's MG at?" Kaleb asks.
"He's on his way." I answer, remembering the text MG sent. "Let's load up while we wait for him."
Hope waves her arm. "Come on."
The group and I all walk out of the Salvatore school, turning to see a group of men in armed suits, guns and who knows what else. "Oh, sorry. We were about to knock." Says a man.
"Who the hell are you?" Lizzie snaps.
"Name's Burr. Triad Industries." The man replies, a smirk on his face.
Hope waves her hands. "Propellere."
To our surprise, it doesn't work. "I got this." Kaleb speeds up to them. He hits the light, it suddenly burning his skin. He speeds back, and I look at his fist to check the damages.
"What you don't got is magic." He tells us. "Which is why your daylight ring won't work. And what we have are stakes, wolfsbane, and other things." The men hold up their weapons. "So I think you should invite us inside."
I snarl at them, veins popping out under my eyes. "Annie," Hope grabs my wrist, holding me back. My eyes flash yellow but she continues to keep me from lashing out.
♚
We rush into Alaric's office. Hope tries the phone. "It's dead." She sighs. "We have to find the school cell."
"Check MG's tighty-whities." Lizzie remarks.
"Really? This is serious." Josie snaps.
Lizzie looks up. "Oh, I'm sorry. We can't all be born with resting concerned pouty face."
Josie gasps as I stare at a wall. "Didn't this shelf used to have books on it?" I ask.
