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Loki popped her neck out as she stretched, leaning against her gym locker and shutting her eyes briefly. Stiles was still missing, and things had been unnervingly quiet over the past few days. Sighing, she nudged her boots off with her toe and slid into her running shoes. When she bent down to lace them up, a familiar noise caught her attention. It was an ultrasonic emitter, like the ones she knew Argent used. Frowning, Loki left the locker room, following the noise to the basement.
She opened the door as quietly as possible, letting it click shut slowly as not to arouse suspicion to whoever was in the basement. She reached the bottom of the steps, and paused to listen more closely. She could hear footsteps - not from the basement, but coming closer from upstairs. As the basement door swung open, three familiar scents filled the room, and the tension in Loki's shoulders loosened. She glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough, Scott and the twins were headed down the stairs. She nodded at them to acknowledge their presence and pointed straight in front of her, where someone was standing with their back facing the werewolves.
It was Stiles.
He turned around very slowly, holding both hands up. Something about him seemed off, disorganized and chaotic. His face was very pale, and his eyes were wide. His skin looked especially white compared to the purple smudges under his eyes and his dark mess of hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in a month.
"Okay, I know what you guys are thinking," Stiles began. His hands were still at either side of his body, trying to seem unthreatening. Two weeks ago, the thought of Stiles as threatening would have been laughable. Now, remembering the bodies from the hospital, Loki was on edge. "But it's me. I swear to God, it's me." A low growl rumbled in Loki's throat, and she didn't so much hear the twins react as anticipate it. They brushed past her as they ran at Stiles. Ethan grabbed the human by his throat, lifting him up, his claws just barely piercing the skin of Stiles' neck. Loki would have joined them if it hadn't been for Scott's quick reaction.
"Stop!" Scott yelled frantically, rushing after the twins. He grabbed Ethan by the back of his sweatshirt, slinging him in the wall behind them. "I said, stop!" Aiden whirled around, growling at Scott. The True Alpha bared his teeth and snarled in response, and a lock of surprise crossed Aiden's face. The bright blue color of his eyes disappeared as he instinctively shied away. Loki snarled again, the urge to defend her friends rushing through her, even if it was to Scott. He turned on her, and she stared defiantly at him, but let the crimson color in her eyes fade as their eyes locked. Scott visibly relaxed, relieved that he did not have to fight Loki.
Scott turned back to Stiles, who was cowering against the lockers, dark eyes wide. When Scott looked at him, his friend began to speak again.
"It's me, Scott. I swear it's me. I don't know where I've been the past two days, or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise." Scott didn't say a word, but Ethan spoke up from behind the two friends.
"You know what happened at the hospital?" Stiles glanced at the ground.
"I know more than that," he mumbled. He moved past Scott and Loki, knelt on the ground and held up a blue map. "You see this?" He asked rhetorically as he began to open it. "It's a blueprint of the hospital's electric wiring. You see all the markings in red? That's my handwriting." Loki bent down for a closer look, tilting her head to follow the messy scrawl on the wrinkled paper. They were notes for how to sabotage the wiring at the hospital. Notes for an incident exactly like the one that had happened. "I know I did this. I know I caused the accident. And everything in this bag," Stiles motioned to the open duffle in front of him. "It's all stuff that could be part of something bigger."
Ethan pulled the bag towards him, and began to rifle through the stuff in it. He held up a power saw, and scowled in Stiles' direction.
"What the hell have you been up to?" He asked.
"I think something worse," Stiles said. "A lot worse." Loki stood up suddenly, grabbing the bag and turning around.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked as she tossed it on the table behind them. She began dumping the contents out on the tabletop, sifting through them and tossing the duffle bag to the ground.
"Getting a better look," she responded, as the boys began to crowd around the table. Aiden reached around Loki, pulling out a length of chain.
"What the hell were you doing, building a Terminator?"
"Thank you for that," Stiles muttered sarcastically. He was wringing his hands as he paced around the table, waiting for the wolves to assimilate themselves with the contents of the bag. Loki held up a folded piece of paper, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Scott," she said, holding it out to him. He took the paper from her, unfolding it.
"Guys, this is a map," he said. Stiles had traced a line in red marker across the map, through the woods. Ethan bent over, running his finger along the mark.
"Isn't that the cross country trail?" He asked. Loki studied the map, and realized something else.
"And that's the Tate car," she said, touching a point on the map gently. "Where Malia Tate's family died." She hadn't been there for the incident, of course, but Scott had told her about it later. Something registered on Stiles' face, and his jaw clenched.
"You mean that's where her father put the steel-jawed traps," Stiles muttered. Loki looked up as realization dawned on her. Judging by her friends' faces, they had deduced the same thing.
"We gotta stop the runners."
"Stop, stop!" Stiles shouted, holding his hands up as the cross-country team ran towards him. "Everybody stop." Confusion swept through the crowd of high-school students, both at Stiles' sudden reappearance and by his random hysteria. Nevertheless, they obeyed.
Bending down, Stiles ran his hands through the leaves until he came across a rusted metal ring. He began to pull it slowly, his hands shaking. But as the length of chain gathered in his trembling hands, it was attached only to another metal ring. Loki's lips pressed together, and she glanced at Aiden in confusion. Her expression was mirrored on his face. Coach Finstock began to clap loudly.
"Congratulations, Stilinski," the coach deadpanned. "You found a length of chain. Can somebody now please tell me what the hell is going on?" As he took another step forward, his foot brushed through the leaves, tugging on a tripwire.
"Hey, Coach!" Scott shouted a warning, but it came too late. An arrow flew from nowhere, piercing the Coach's stomach. Almost immediately, the salted, rusty scent of blood filled the air, and the red substance oozed out of the wound, staining the coach's shirt.
"Oh, crap," the man muttered absently as he fell backwards, hitting the ground. For the first few seconds, Coach was unconscious and blissfully quiet. Almost immediately, however, he woke up and began to scream. "Get it out of me! Get it out of me, get it out of me, get it out of me."
"Okay, Coach," Stiles began to talk, trying to calm the older man down.
"I'm going to die!" He shrieked. "Get it out of me!" He struggled against Aiden and Scott, who were holding down his arms as Stiles applied pressure to the wound on his stomach.
"Coach, it'll hurt less if you stop moving," Aiden reminded the man. Paying him no mind, Coach Finstock flailed around wildly. Aiden looked up, scowling when he noticed the still hovering teenagers. "Step back! Give him some room, step back!" Ethan nodded, waving the clueless humans away from the scene as the Coach continued to scream. Stiles gritted his teeth, and shot Loki a pleading look. She pressed her lips together, and bent down to talk to the wounded man.
"Coach? Calm down, please." She sweetened her voice, making it as soothing as possible. "You're not going to die. An ambulance is on the way. You're going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine." As her words flowed over him, the coach began to quiet down. Loki nodded at Scott. The other Alpha clasped Coach's hand in his own. His face contorted into a grimace as he took the other man's pain, his veins swelling with black blood.
"I think he just passed out," Aiden said. His voice was shaking ever so slightly. Stiles lifted his blood-coated hands up. They trembled as he surveyed them, eyes wide with fear and regret.
"I could have killed him," Stiles whispered. "I could have killed him, right?" Stiles voice rose. "What if it was his head, or his throat?"
"But it wasn't," Loki reminded Stiles. Once again, her words were filled with all her charm and persuasion. The words registered with Stiles pacifyingly as almost reflexively continued what she'd started with Coach. "He's going to be alright." Stiles locked eyes with her, and she nodded once. Stiles ducked his head, taking a deep, shaky breath.
"I think I just heard an ambulance coming," Aiden said. Stiles' head snapped up immediately, and an unreadable expression crossed his face as he heard the sirens.
"And my dad."
Loki stood apart from the crowd of students, next to Scott. He had wrapped his arm around her waist almost instinctively, but that was really the only interaction they'd had in what felt like a long time. Briefly, Loki allowed herself to rest her head against Scott's shoulder and pretend that none of this was happening.
Her peaceful image shattered when Ethan called the two Alphas over. She led Scott to where Ethan was digging through the trunk of Stiles' jeep. A bunch of odds and ends were tossed in it, such as wrapping paper, screws, and duct tape. Scott picked up the tube of wrapping paper.
"This is the same wrapping paper we used on Coach's present," Scott recalled. He held the tube delicately, like it might explode if he handled it the wrong way. Loki rubbed a knot in the back of her neck. Something about that bothered her. It only took a second or two for her to realize that it was.
"Wasn't that William Barrow's thing?" She asked. Ethan nodded somberly. He'd reached the same conclusion.
"A bomb made from nails and bolts all wrapped up in a birthday present. Where did it go off?" Horror crossed Scott's face as he turned to look at his life-long best friend. Stiles was still talking to his dad, wiping the blood off of his hands meticulously.
"On a school bus."
Back in the school parking lot, Loki spotted the Sherriff and a few of the deputies just ahead of her. She murmured a quick 'I'll be back,' to Scott, and ran to catch up with them.
"Hey, whoa." Parrish put his hand out, blocking her from stepping closer. "You need to keep your distance." Loki took a single step back, glancing at Stilinski.
"As do you, Parrish," the Sherriff said. "We wait for the bomb squad." The deputy turned towards his boss.
"I'm a certified HDT," he told the other man as he popped the trunk of the squad care. "Two years in the army." He shucked off his jacket, grabbing some protective gear and slamming the trunk shut. "I can at least find out if this thing's real."
"Parrish, our main priority right now is that kid on the bus. We need to make sure he stays calm and still until the bomb squad gets here." Even as he spoke, the Sherriff's resolve was crumbling.
"That's why I'm here," Loki said. Parrish and Stilinski both turned towards her in abject shock. She raised her eyebrows. "Let me talk to him. I can calm him down, trust me." Her eyes were on the Sherriff. Stilinski remembered what Stiles had told him about Loki, about the persuasiveness of her honeyed tone. That, and his desperation to get the bomb dealt with was enough to make the Sherriff's decision quick.
"Fine." He turned towards his deputy, whose eyes were full of confusion and astonishment. "Parrish, listen to her." The young deputy pressed his lips together, but before he could argue, Stilinski held up a hand. "I know, I know. But the only way I let you get on that bus is if she goes with you." Parrish inhaled deeply, and sighed. He nodded in acquiesce and beckoned Loki forward.
"Do exactly as I say," he warned her, as he handed over a heavy, bulletproof vest. It would offer her minimal protection if the bomb was to go off. She strapped it on as quickly as possible. Despite the heavy weight of it, Parrish noticed with surprise that her slender shoulders didn't even curve under the mass. "You'll get on the bus, and you'll talk to him. The second he's calm, you get off. Understood?" She nodded, following him up the steps. Despite the fact that she was about to enter close quarters with an explosive device, she seemed oddly calm. Halfway down the aisle of the bus he held up a hand.
"He'll be able to hear you from here," Parrish told her, his tone leaving no room for argument. Loki nodded tersely, her eyes focused on the boy only a few feet away. His face was deathly pale, sweat glistening on his skin as he trembled.
"St – Stay back," he gasped out, sounding terrified.
"Jared," Loki began to talk as Parrish moved closer slowly. With every step Parrish took, Jared's breaths became shallower and faster. "Everything is going to be okay, yes? Just listen very closely." The deputy knelt by the teenager, and Jared winced, his eyes squeezing shut. The teenager's breathing reached hyperventilation, and Loki spoke again, more urgently. "Jared!"
His eyes snapped open again, re-focusing on the girl in front of him. She softened her voice again.
"Listen to me...can you hear me?" Jared nodded, eyes wide. "Good...just focus on my voice, okay? No one is going to be hurt today, I promise. Just stay calm. You're going to be fine. Now, you need to listen to him, okay? He's going to tell you what to do." Loki began to back away slowly, remembering Parrish's order. As her footsteps faded, Jared looked down at Parrish. He looked back.
"Jared," the deputy said, trying to imitate Loki's quiet, calm tone. He was guessing he barely did half as good a job. "It would be very helpful if you could resist throwing up on the potential explosive device. Can you do that for me?" The teenager nodded, swallowing hard. His face was slightly less pale, probably more because of Loki's influence than his own.
"I think so." Parrish nodded, carefully sliding a pair of scissors underneath the ribbon of the neatly wrapped box. "You – you look very – "
"Handsome?" Parrish finished. "Thank you. For a second there, I thought you were going to say that I look very young, and I was going to have to launch into my explanation about how I'm actually twenty-four, and that anyone can look young if they eat right and exercise. Although, it's probably just good genes, anyway, right?" As he spoke, Parrish snipped the ribbon. Jared gasped, flinching violently.
Parrish gently nudged the lid of the box off just enough to peer inside. As he did so, unmistakable relief and confusion crossed his face.
"Huh." Pressing down on his walkie-talkie, Parrish spoke. "It's not a bomb, sir, but there is something in the box." Picking up the object, Parrish walked to the front of the bus, pressing the nameplate from the Sherriff's desk against the window so he could see. He held up a hand, indicating his confusion. Loki watched as Stilinski's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then his face dropped in horror.
"My god," he muttered. "There is a bomb, just not here."
Parrish sighed as he gathered papers that had fallen to the floor in the wake of the explosion. Two of the file cabinets had spilled out, and it was going to take forever to sort through the files of paperwork that had been scattered randomly on the floor. Not to mention the dead and wounded deputies. Parrish rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Need a hand?" Parrish jumped slightly, and turned around. It was Loki. She smiled sheepishly when he started. "Sorry."
"Shouldn't you be…" Various ways to finish the sentences flashed through the young man's mind. At home? At a party? At a friend's? "…anywhere else?" Loki shrugged, bending down to help sort the papers.
"I have a knack for being where I'm not supposed to be," she answered, voice soft.
"Yeah, I've noticed," Parrish replied, thinking back to earlier that day on the bus, to two nights ago in the Sherriff's station and in the coyote's den. Loki smiled sheepishly again. Parrish didn't know her well, but something about the expression seemed off on her face, like she knew more than he did, like she knew something that made it okay to be where she shouldn't be.
"Does it bother you?" She asked. It was the second time she'd asked him that. Parrish looked over at her, and then looked away. He shook his head.
"How did you do…whatever you did today? The talking thing?" Loki shrugged, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Have you always been able to do that?"
"Everyone has their talents," Loki replied smoothly, a serene smile playing across plump lips. Parrish shook his head, turning back to the scattered papers.
"Jeez," he commented lightly. "Bet Mom and Dad had a hell of a time saying no to you in a toy store, huh?"
"I guess." Loki's voice sounded slightly strained, but when he glanced over at the girl, her expression was as smooth and placid as ever. He chalked it up to imagination.
"I never…I never really introduced myself." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Jordan Parrish." She smiled again, shaking his hand.
"Well, I'm Loki, again." She left out her last name, and when he raised his eyebrows, silently inquiring, she simply matched his expression, staying quiet. He laughed, letting go her hand.
"My shift's over," he said, glancing at the clock and standing. "Do you, uh, need a ride home?" Loki glanced out the window, and then back at her companion. Her green eyes were strangely luminous, even in the dark, and when she smiled her white teeth gleamed.
"If you're offering."
Allison opened the door, where Loki was standing with the twins and Scott. She started talking immediately, leading them over to where Lydia was waiting at the end of the hallway.
"My father said that all the Katashi evidence is being moved to a federal lockup by armored car tonight. Probably within the next few hours." Loki stopped short, realizing quickly what Allison was implying.
"We're going to rob an armored car?" She asked incredulously. Scott squeezed her hand reassuringly, but when she looked over at him, he looked just as confused.
"Well…" the Banshee stretched out the word like taffy. "We're going to try." She entered Argent's office, leading them over to his desk as began to explain. Loki listened, her shock and dread growing as Lydia laid out her idea. When the redhead finished talking, Loki chewed her bottom lip, unsure how to say what she was thinking politely. Luckily, Scott voiced her opinion for her.
"This is a really bad plan," the True Alpha said, not bothering with subtlety. Lydia pressed her lips together.
"It's not that bad," she defended her idea, although not even she sounded convinced.
"It's not that good," Ethan countered. The others were gathered around the desk, but Aiden was slouched in a chair as he listened to the plan with dull interest. As the others spoke, he rubbed his temples like he had a headache.
"None of us knows the route they're going to take," Lydia argued. "If Allison can get one of her dad's GPS trackers on the armored car, then we can follow it." Allison nodded, and pointed to a part of the map that she'd emphasized in black pen.
"So when it gets here – "
"We attack them," Aiden offered. Lydia spun around, her hair flying over her shoulders. She surveyed her the werewolf disdainfully as she spoke, exasperation dripping from every word.
"No. Your bikes will be in the middle of the road, looking like you guys got into an accident. And when the driver gets out to help – "
"We attack him."
"No!" Lydia and Allison exclaimed together.
"Aiden, we understand perfectly well what direction your one-track mind is headed in." Loki's voice was dry, and Aiden scowled at her. "You and Ethan distract the driver, and Scott will…break open the back door. And I'm going to be in the truck from the beginning?" Loki winced. "Yeah, this is a really, really bad plan." Lydia rolled her eyes.
"It's important. There's going to be a lot of stuff in there, and the finger is small," she said.
"It's not his actual finger, is it?" Ethan murmured, looking grossed out. Loki scoffed, and he glared at her. "What?"
"Okay, I get that you never paid attention during our studies, but I'd have hoped that you'd know what the word 'prosthetic' meant." Scott blinked, looking surprised.
"Did Deucalion seriously homeschool you guys?"
"That's really not the point," Loki snapped.
"God, Lo, why are you in such a bad mood?" Ethan demanded, glaring at his friend.
"I'm not," the Alpha snapped. But she was. Knowing that Stiles was in Eichen House right now, knowing how closely tied she was to it at the moment was setting her on edge. She half-expected one of the orderlies to bust in at any minute and drag her back to her tiny cell in the closed wing. She shuddered involuntarily. Ethan shook his head, but his mouth tugged down in concern.
"Why aren't we just going to Stilinski for help?" the blonde asked.
"Because if he get's caught, then it's the Sherriff tampering with federal evidence," Scott explained.
"Guys, this is going to work!" Allison insisted. "We can do this. We're losing Stiles, my dad is in jail for murder…we need to do this."
Loki sat hunched in the shadows as she watched various deputies load boxes of evidence into the truck. She knew that they weren't stupid enough to leave the truck unattended, so she was going to need to move fast. She was holding a rock in her hand, turning it over and over as she waited for her chance. When all but one of the deputies went back inside, and the last one began to close the truck, she knew she needed to act quickly.
The rock pinged against the metal of the truck and clacked to the ground. The deputy stilled, looking around suspiciously and putting his hand on the holster of his gun. As he leaned around the truck, taking a few, cautious steps away from the slightly open back doors, Loki moved.
She sprinted towards the truck, feet falling too quietly and quickly to be noticed by the deputy. Hopefully.
As soon as she was inside the trunk, she hunkered down in the shadows, squeezing her eyes shut. This was a really, really bad plan. Loki heard the door click shut and lock, and she let out a sigh of relief. Just as quickly as her apprehension faded, however, it returned. The truck wasn't nearly as quiet as it should have been. She could hear another heartbeat.
Before Loki could react, someone grabbed her around the throat, squeezing hard. She choked, flailing against the strength of her assailant. The doors to the truck flew open, and Loki felt her body being tossed like a rag doll, and she hit the pavement hard.
When Loki came to, she was still sprawled on the cold concrete right below the truck. Allison was kneeling beside her, eyebrows creased in concern. Her face relaxed when she saw Loki's eyes open. The huntress helped Loki to her feet. She got up slowly, wincing and rubbing the bruises on her throat.
"You okay?" Allison checked. Loki nodded, taking her arm back from the huntress. The only thing that really hurt was her throat.
"What did I miss?" She asked, grimacing at the rasp of her voice. Her voice sounded tiny and squashed, like someone was still squeezing the air out her lungs while she spoke.
"The twins wanted to kill him." Allison jutted her chin towards the man kneeling in front of Scott. He was the one who'd grabbed her. "Scott stopped them."
"So, nothing new then," Loki muttered. When she spoke, she winced again and started to cough.
"Your throat's going to be sore," Allison cautioned her.
"Yeah, no shit," Loki muttered. The brunette huffed with amusement, and Ethan shot his friend an exasperated look.
"I think she meant 'shut up.'" Loki flipped him off, and the other werewolf smirked. The curly-haired girl glanced over at Scott, raising her eyebrows inquisitively. Scott held up the tiny scroll in answer.
"We got it."
Loki's phone buzzed, pulling her out of her sleep. She sat up in bed, groping around blindly for her phone. She held it in front of her face, squinting at the bright screen.
Aiden: School. Now.
Loki kicked the covers off, grabbing a pair of jeans from the ground and pulling them on. She jammed her feet into shoes and grabbed her helmet as she ran down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. As she reached the parking lot, she felt something crawling up her cheek.
"What the hell?" Loki brushed the tickling feeling away, but the stubborn fly crawled back up her wrist. She smacked it impatiently, squishing it.
She started her bike, speeding along the familiar course for the high school. When she got to the mostly empty parking lot, she braked, jumping off her bike hastily and tossing the helmet down. She pushed open the doors to the school, before slowing down, listening carefully.
"Aiden?" She shouted, her voice echoing around the empty walls. She shivered at the empty sound, remembering how peoples' screams would echo around Eichen House at night. Quickening her step, she ran towards the locker rooms. Before she could move further than a few feet, however, someone grabbed her, forcing her against the lockers. A cold blade pressed against her throat, and Loki snarled instinctively. It was Allison.
The huntress eyed Loki suspiciously, as Loki's fangs disappeared and the werewolf stared at Allison in surprise.
"Are you really Loki?" Allison demanded, pressing the blade a little further into the delicate skin.
"Last time I checked," Loki quipped. Her eyes flicked down to the blade. "The hell are you doing?" Allison stepped back somewhat reluctantly, sheathing her dagger.
"Sorry," Allison apologized. "The twins and Isaac – something's wrong with them. Come on." Loki jogged after the other teenager, and they ran into the boys' locker room. Loki realized immediately what Allison meant by 'wrong.' Kira was there, holding out a sword threateningly in Isaac's direction. Isaac didn't seem to be the one who was in danger, however. The twins were prone on the ground. Allison whacked Isaac over the head with her crossbow, getting his attention.
"Isaac," she said, warningly. The werewolf stepped back, touching his head and growling. The twins were quickly regaining consciousness, and they stood up as well, eyes glowing blue. Loki watched as Isaac shifted completely, and the twins' fangs dropped.
Kira grabbed Loki's wrist, tugging her into Coach's office with Allison without a word. The Kitsune slammed the door shut, locking it, and Loki shoved the desk across the floor and against the door. She knew it wouldn't do much, but it offered them a temporary shelter, and hopefully would give them enough time to make a plan.
"Was that a good idea?" Kira asked.
"Probably not," Allison replied. The three girls stood across from the three boys, waiting. To Loki's surprise, instead of trying to break the door down and attack the girls, the werewolves turned on each other. That's when Loki realized that something was really wrong. Whatever the thing controlling them was - and Loki was making an educated guess that it had something to do with the Nogitsune - it wasn't giving their anger a certain direction. They were willing to attack everything in sight.
"They're not going to kill each other, are they?" Kira whispered. Loki winced as the twins through Isaac back against the door, causing the glass to shatter.
"Well…I think they're definitely going to try." She turned towards the other two girls. "We have to stop them." Allison nodded, eyes wide as she thought. Loki remembered that female hunters were typically the strategic heads, and for Allison, this trait seemed innate.
"Can you – can you stop them? I mean, you're an Alpha." Loki made a face, tilting her head back and forth in indecision.
"Do you want me to be optimistic or honest?" Loki asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow at the hunter. Allison nodded, pressing her lips together.
"Okay, got it. I guess, then…" she turned to Kira. "Try not to kill them, right?"
"I was just going to try to stay alive," Kira responded, eyes wide. Loki shook her head, sighing.
"That works, too." In an unspoken signal, the three girls kicked open the doors. As they entered the locker room, the three fighting werewolves acknowledged their presence immediately – by attacking them. Aiden slashed at Loki, and she dodged the hit. Leading Aiden backwards and away from the others, she began to fight back.
When he lashed out at her again, she ducked the hit and grabbed his arm, cracking it back over her shoulder. She heard the joint crunch, and he howled in pain, scooping her up and slamming her against the lockers. Grimacing, Loki wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She brought her head forward quickly, cracking it against his. The hit was strong enough to make Aiden stumble back. Loki backed up, meeting up with Kira and Allison as all three Beta werewolves advanced on them.
As she watched in trepidation for their attack, Isaac and the twins' faces slackened, and black blood began to ooze from their lips. All three fell to the ground limply, like puppets whose strings had been cut. Loki bent down beside the three werewolves, her eyes wide. She then glanced back up at the other two girls, both of whom looked just as confused as she felt. Loki wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but she was sure of one thing.
"We are so lucky."
so sorry that this one is one the shorter side, especially considering that it's technically four episodes.
also i know that loki going on the bus with parrish is v unrealistic but i feel like other things like that have happened in the show, so we're gonna roll with it.
anyways, next chapter should be up soon! until then, please leave a review and tell me what you think! i hate to sound like i'm begging, but i love any and all feedback.
:)