"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
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"They shot my toe!You want to see it? My toe was caught in the crossfire. It was obliterated."
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Someone grabs hold of me, pulling me into their familiar arms as we hide behind a pillar. The two of us watch our friends fight before Monroes people soon jump into their cars, driving away in a hurry. I finally turn around to see Stiles already looking down at me, his eyes instantly meeting mine. A wide smile spreads across both our faces, the two of us embracing each other in a long warm hug. Once we pull away, Stiles leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips which makes me smile even more.
"As happy as I am to see you again, I can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this." Stiles complains. "Not a word. Not a single word."
"We had reasons." I tell him. "Really good reasons."
All of us surround Scott and Deucalion, watching the older man slowly die in front of our eyes.
"Gerard.." Deucalion begins. "Wh-What he f-fears most.. He can't beat you and he knows it."
Deucalion's hand slips from Scotts, his head rolling to the side slightly as his breathing comes to a stop.
"It's really started, hasn't it?" Malia asks.
"What's started?" Stiles questions from beside me.
"It's an all-out war." Scott tells him.
Scott's eyes fall into Derek, walking over to him and embracing the werewolf in a tight hug since he most likely already greeted Stiles before I knew about my boyfriends presence here.
"As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?" Peter asks Derek.
"I found a pack slaughtered in Brazil." Derek tells us. "There were two words written in blood on a wall. 'Beacon Hills'."
"You came back for Beacon Hills?" Scott asks.
"No. Came back for you." Derek replies.
A loud static comes from the radio within the jeep, all of us turning around at the sound.
"Blood and destruction. Dreadful objects don't familiar. All pity chocked with custom of fell deeds." Gerard's voice is heard.
Scott and Stiles climb into the front seats of the jeep, listening to it while I stand beside Stiles with the door open.
"Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge with Ate by his side come hot from hell. Shall in these confines with a monarchs voice." Gerard continues. "Do you know the rest, Scott? Do you know your Shakespeare?"
