BOOK 4/7
Bite the Bullet: to endure a painful or otherwise unpleasant situation that is seen as unavoidable
After two months of coping the death of their friends (Erica, Boyd, Aiden, and Olivia), the rest of the pack not only are faced with new thre...
"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles shrugged as he, Lydia, and I cautiously walk through the town in Mexico.
A bike rung its bell as it rode passed us, the man on the vehicle giving a subtle wink towards Lydia and I couldn't help but chuckle at her not-so-amused expression.
"It's not the town, it's the plan." She scoffs.
"If my dad was here, he would probably think the same thing," I add with a small chuckle.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with." Lydia scolds. "You're aware of that, right?"
"Hey!"
"Lydia, you can at least say it in a nicer way." I nudge her side. "It's not stupid."
He smiles gratefully. "See, Allison gets it."
"But then again, it's really not a good one," I add and he drops his smile.
"Okay, look. I'm aware it's not our best."
"We are going to die." Lydia bluntly emphasizes and adjusted the strap to her purse as the three of us continued to cross the street.
"Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you just being pessimistic?" He questions.
She hums. "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die."
I nod. "Yeah, I'm with Lydia on this one. I sort of want to make it back to Miss Flores' house in time so she doesn't stress call my dad about how I'm not home."
"Okay, can we—could both of you just restrict any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions and negativity about the plan." Stiles retorted as he looked between both of us.
Lydia and I glance at one another before looking back at Stiles.
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die," Lydia says with a fake smile.
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"Oh, thank you." He copies her fake smile before he shook his head with disbelief. "You can't even just be positive for one—"
"Will you guys stop? You're arguing like an old married couple." I scold and point to the building we were walking close to where rather two large intimidating men stood. "We're here."
The three of us stop at the threshold and the two bodyguards intimidatingly stared us down.
"Estamos aqui para la fiesta." Lydia fluently spoke to the two men.
The one on the right numbly shakes his head and I look to Stiles, knowing that we had to go with our second plan.
He digs into his jacket pocket to pull out a tarot card that had a skull design and showed the card to the men. They both simply look up and I follow their line of vision, seeing a small camera trained to us.
