**COMPLETED***
Coming back to Beacon Hills with her brother, Blake Hale obviously knew they came back for a reason. But she wasn't exactly prepared to come for one reason, and stay for another. She wasn't prepared to go back to school, or to make fr...
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Chapter Twelve 🐺 Code Breaker 🐺
"I am not leaving her here!" Blake yelled and Peter just rolled his eyes, "You don't have a choice, Blake. You're both coming with me." Peter said and Blake just stepped forward to him. "We are not leaving her to bleed out on a god damn lacrosse field!" She said in a demanding tone. If Peter wasn't so focused on finding Derek he would almost be proud of Blake for standing up to him.
"Fine. Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get." He said and Stiles pulled out his phone while Blake crouched down next to Lydia. She gently moved Lydia's hair out of her face, letting out a shakey breath, before standing up and looking at her uncle.
"If she dies, you're gonna wish you died that fire."
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"Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a Werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." Peter said as they were in the jeep, Stiles was driving, Peter next to him and Blake was sitting in the back rolling her eyes. "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." She scoffed.
"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman... Twice a month." Peter said making Blake slowly look over at him with a glare before reaching out and smacking the back of his head. He growled slightly turning to her, flashing his red eyes making her just roll hers.
"Oh don't give me that look. You're my uncle, I'm not afraid of you. Make another comment like that and I'll shove my heels down your throat." She threatened and he turned back around before glancing at Stiles.
"You really know how to pick them." Peter said and Stiles just gave him a sarcastic laugh.
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Stiles's Jeep skids to a halt in an otherwise quiet underground parking garage. The brake lights click off, red glow fading as Peter exits from the passenger side. Yanking Stiles out of the driver's seat, he drags him down the row of cars to one in particular, while Blake climbed out of the jeep.
