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"Okay, there's one more name on the list and she's a big one," Stiles explains to the group gathered around him.
"What do you mean?" Kira asks.
"Well, she's the only one we or they," he frowns. "Haven't found yet. She's not in Satomi's pack, but she has to be something other then a wolf. She's the one with the biggest price tag, more than Scott. They bet $25 million on him, well," Stiles took a deep breath, as if even he couldn't believe it. "They bet $105 million on her."
Everyone's facial expression changes when they realise this was serious. Over $100 million on one girl, she has to be important.
"Do we have any idea who or what she is?" Scott asks everyone. There was a pause of silence.
"It would help if we knew her name, smart guy," Malia points at Stiles.
"Oh shoot, yeah," he chuckles. He looks down at the list, looking over the numbers and names.
"Theraculisia Ludlow?" He says, more like a question. "Does that sound right to you?"
Lydia takes the paper off him with a sigh.
"Yes, Stiles. Theraculisia Ludlow," she reads out.
"Woah, what a name," Scott raised his eyebrows. "Shouldn't be too hard to find someone with that kind of name."
Turns out, it was.
"We know she's not in our school, that's for sure. We checked the entire school database," Lydia indicates toward herself and the other two girls standing next to her.
"How exactly did you get into the school database?" Stiles asks.
Kira's eyes shifted and shot to the white floor - everyone knew she probably stole her Dad's school password - as she stood awkwardly in silence. She looked up with a guilty smile and Scott couldn't help but smile and kiss her on the cheek.
"Well, what do we do now?" Stiles held the list up to Lydia's nose. "Here, maybe you can do something banshee with it."
"I'm not a dog," she replied, looking offended and ripped the paper away from her face with a pout.
She offered the list to Malia, without a second glance. She looked at Lydia and then at the list with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, neither am I, Lydia."
Liam took the paper and read over it again.
"So, what do we do now? It's been a day and we still have no idea who she is."
"We could go see Doc?" Scott offered.
"There's nothing else much we can do," Lydia frowned.
Satomi was at the Vet's when the group got there. She was whispering quietly to Deaton when they walked through the back. Her head was down and her forehead wrinkled, there was something worrying in her expression.
Scott had brought bottles of water along with him for the few of Satomi's pack that were found late last night, and still resting in the back room. Brett along with them. He was huddled in a corner with a young child, no more than 12 or 13 years old.
"We can come back another time..." Scott offered, not wanting to break up the serious looking conversation they seemed to be having.
"No, no it's fine," Satomi said with a fake smile and a quick glance at Deaton.
Scott had begun giving the bottles of water out to the tired pack of wolves. Kira had taken a few and headed over to where Brett and the young child with the blonde hair were sitting on the floor. She had met then both before, Brett on the lacrosse field and the girl the night before. She kneeled down and smiled warmly to the girl and gave her the bottles, whispering something to her that made her smile. Brett said thank you and looked over Kira's shoulder at Scott. Brett nodded gratefully with a thankful smile. Scott did the same back.
"So, what can I do for you?" Deaton asked, leaning against the metal examining table.
Stiles handed him the list with the one highlighted name.
"Do you have any idea who she is?"
He looked at her name with a quizzical face and frowned at the red crosses that covered some of the others.
"$105 million?" Deaton asked, confused.
"That's why we need to find her. There has got to be a reason why someone would bet so much on this one girl," Scott explained.
"I'm sorry, Scott. I've never heard of Theracalisia Ludlow," he handed back the paper.
"Satomi?" Stiles hoped.
"I'm sor-," she started to reply, before she was interrupted by Brett.
His head snapped up quickly from where he was talking to Liam.
"What? Who did you say you were looking for?" He asked, walking closer to the metal table.
"Theraculisia Ludlow?"
"She goes to Devenford Prep," Brett explained.
"As in, the private school Devenford Prep? The school you were expelled from," Stiles point's at Liam. "And the school that you're supposed to be at today, Devenford Prep?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you have any idea where she lives?"
"No? Look, that's all I know is that she goes to Devenford Prep and she just moved here from England, I think," he explains.
"Is she a freshman?" Liam comes to stand next to him.
"No, she transferred. She's a sophomore."
"What the hell do we do? We can't just go up to her an say - 'Oh, sorry. We just came to warn you that someone's trying to kill you,' can we," Stiles sighs.
That same young girl Brett was huddled with, came to stand by his side. She grabbed his hand and held it with a smile. Brett returned the smile and suddenly turned to Liam.
"You have your old school uniform, don't you?" He asks Liam.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Why?" Liam counters, confused.
Brett only smiled.
"This isn't going to work, I'm telling you. We already stick out like a sore thumb," Liam complains.
"Who uses that phrase anymore?" Stiles looked weirdly at him.
"Well, apparently I do," he countered as the four of them begun to bicker.
Brett was the only one with a plan last night in the Vet's. All four of them - Brett, Scott, Stiles and Liam - were in Devenford Prep. Not for long of course, just long enough for them to find Theraculisia Ludlow and try to warn her somehow. They hadn't worked that part of the plan out just yet. They did sort of stick out like a sore thumb, Liam was right. Brett looked the usual Brett, in the same shirt and tie and blazer he and everyone else wore. Liam looked the same as he did before he got suspended from school, but he was on edge - afraid someone might notice him. And Scott and Stiles, well. Brett had borrowed Stiles his spare black blazer and V-neck with the schools emblem on the left side. He luckily found a striped green tie in the locker room for him too. Scott wore Liam's worn blazer and small V-neck jumper, it was far too tight on him in all the wrong places. He also wore a tie but they both looked different somehow. It was obvious they weren't used to wearing a school uniform.
They were huddled near the front of the school, all four of them. They had sneaked into the school, not through the large wooden doors at the front, it would have been to obvious they didn't go to Devenford Prep. Three of them had their heads down, trying to avoid anyone's gaze. While Brett stared at the wide open doors. Devenford Prep was very different compared to Beacon Hills High School. Devenford was made entirely from wood and marble and it's hallways weren't filled with lockers like Beacon Hills. There were stairs that led to somewhere on either ends of the hallway and only one side was lined with lockers. But one's with keys not a numbered password like Beacon Hills. Devenford Prep looked like something out of Harry Potter.
Everyone looked the same in Devenford Prep. Unlike Beacon Hills, everyone wore the same blazer and the same V-neck jumper. All girls and boys wore a white shirt or blouse with the same black and dark green striped tie. Boy's wore smart trousers, girls wore dark green skirts and black knee high socks. Black shoes, of course. Entirely different to the rainbow coloured hallways of Beacon Hills - Scott and Stiles thought.
Devenford Prep's hallways were littered with students. Most were leaning against the lockers or the marble wall, Brett said some were in their Homerooms. They had been given looks by a few but they kept their heads down.
"Where is she?" Liam complained, again.
"We did get here pretty early, Liam. She'll get here," Brett sighed.
"What does she look like anyways? How will we know it's her?" Stiles asked what all three of them were thinking.
Brett smirked, like they had said something funny.
"Oh, you'll know," he replied with a chuckle.
Liam wouldn't stop fidgeting and Brett couldn't stop him.
"Jeez, Liam. Do want to split up into pairs? So we're less suspicious?"
Scott and Stiles smiled at his face and tapping foot that wouldn't stop moving. Stiles nearly laughed at Brett's annoyed face, but his own dropped when Liam agreed with Brett's plan.
"Yeah, I'll stay with Scott," Liam said.
Stiles opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He only looked back and fourth at them both before rolling his eyes as Scott shrugged. He turned to Brett, who had a knowing smile.
"Don't look too happy about it, please," he said sarcastically with chuckled.
Brett turned with that same smile and began walking down the hallway. Stiles looked down and shoved his hands in his trouser pockets, following him to the other end. Brett leaned on his side facing Stiles, as Stiles let his back lean against the marble wall, one foot propped behind him slightly. They were closer to the stairs then Scott and Liam, but they weren't that far away from them.
"Look who's coming," Brett gestured towards the large, wooden double doors.
And there entered Theraculisia Ludlow.
All three of them could tell what Brett meant now. The hallway fell silent ever so slightly as she walked through the doors. The slight silence created a tension in the hallway, not to mention awkwardness.
If Brett was in fact correct, Theracalisia Ludlow was beautiful. She stood tall, not quite as tall as Stiles but not far from it. She walked confidently through the double doors, with a leather satchel on her right shoulder and a violin case in her left hand. You could hear the click of her modest heels on the marble floor, even from where Brett and Stiles were leaning. She wore the same as everyone else - her skirt not too short but short enough for boy's eyes to wonder - but she somehow looked different. A good different. Her eyes were on the floor and her long light brown hair with darker streaks covered her face, reaching her hips. It was straight and a few curls and waves, thick, too and moved with her as she walked. She finally looked up, as someone might have said her name aloud. Her face was calm, her cheeks were a rosy pink and her lips were full and a light red. She had a slight tan, nearly nothing at all. She was beautiful, too beautiful. There was something wrong.
The first thing all four of them saw, were her eyes.
They weren't normal. They were too bright to be a humans.
She passed Liam and Scott first, and their eyes followed her until she got to her locker right opposite Stiles and Brett. They all kept their heads down, looking at her through their eyelashes. Trying not to be too obvious.
She swiftly took a key from her blazer and opened her locker. There was nothing much inside, really. A couple of books, a file, and a grey pullover hanging from the inside of her locker door. She lifted her violin and placed it softly inside, taking a file out of her black leather bag and replacing it with one that was inside the locker. Her head was down, looking at her schedule or a piece of paper, maybe, the grey pullover swinging ever so slightly on the metal open door.
And as if she had heard a scream or a cry, her head snapped up so quickly, they wouldn't be surprised if she had broken her neck. She stared straight into oblivion. At nothing, but something. Her hand suddenly gript the locker door, and with her free hand she held her head slightly as if she were in pain.
She dropped the hand that held her head and turned - only her head - ever so slightly to the right, like she had heard or smelt something in the direction of Brett and Stiles. And then she turned her head more and more, until she saw them both. Looking. Staring.
Her body still didn't move. Her hand still gripped the door and head was still turned toward them both. They could see her inhumanly green eyes and most of her face.
Brett offered her a lob sided smile, with his hands crossed over his chest.
Stiles gave her his signature nod, with his hands still in his pockets.
She met both of their eyes, and then her head slowly turned back to her locker. She closed the door and turned the key but didn't remove it. She stood there, her hand on the key and looked to the left. Did the same to Scott and Liam as she did to Brett and Stiles. Met both their eyes, but hers lingered on Scott's more then they should have.
Theraculisia narrowed her eyes at the true alpha. Dragged her key out of her locker and walked away from all four of them, and didn't look back.
All this happened so fast, Scott didn't know if he had seen what he had seen correctly. Her eyes turned from the painstakingly bright green they were, to a shining black as she narrowed her eyes at him.
After she had climbed the stairs, all four of them met halfway. They formed their circle again.
"Is it just me, or were her eyes too green?" Stiles asked, sceptical.
"Do you think she's like Kate?"
"No, I don't think she is," Scott said, knowing that wasn't what she was. She couldn't be.
The bell rang, loudly. Startling all four of them.
"Come on," Brett motioned them to fallow. "We need to get you out of here."
None of them were sure what they were going to do next about Theraculisia Ludlow.