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I sat down at the bottom of the stairs, Peter sitting right near me. I felt on edge when he was around. He eyed me oddly whenever I was close to him.

"Hi." I mumbled to him as I sat down. He kept an expressionless face. "Hi Lucy." He said. I frowned and turned my attention to Derek, Stiles and Scott. They had a map of the bank spread out across the table. Isaac was upstairs resting. He was still recovering from everything that had happened in the past couple of days.

As Stiles explained to Derek and Scott how to get in the bank, and what to do after they got in, I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking of what Peter and Derek had said earlier today. What did they not want Isaac and I to know? It really bugged me. I hated not knowing I was about to lean over and ask Peter about it quietly so I didn't gain Derek's attention, but Stiles began to say something loudly, ruining the chance.

"What do you think you're going to do, Derek? Are you going to punch through the wall?" He asked Derek with a roll of his eyes. Derek forced a smile. "Yes, Stiles. I'm going to punch through the wall."

"Okay big guy, let's see it. Let's see that fist; big old fist. Make it, come on." I rolled my eyes as Derek was pulled into Stiles' antics. He put a fist up in annoyance. "Get it out there, don't be scared." Stiles said. "Big bad wolf, yeah, look at that." He grabbed Derek's wrist, putting a hand in front of his fist. "See that? That's maybe three inches of room for you to gather enough force to punch through solid-"

Suddenly. Derek launched his fist forward, hitting Stiles hand with an extreme amount of power. Stiles, screamed, holding his hand in pain. Behind me, Peter was chuckling to himself, which made me laugh harder. "He can do it." Stiles said from across the room. "I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek asked. "Don't look at me." Peter said defensively. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek growled. Peter shrugged. "One of them's already dead."

I glared at him angrily at the lack of emotion in his voice. He sounded utterly bored. "We don't know that." Derek said, trying to convince himself more than Peter. "Do I have to remind you what we're up against, here?" Peter asked incredulously. "A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant alpha."

I stood up abruptly, facing Derek. "I'll come. I don't have testicles, so I think I'm good." Stiles chuckled at my comment while Peter rolled his eyes. "And what will you be able to do little Lucy? Ask them nicely? I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids, they're gonna be missed."

Stiles glared at Peter. "Can someone kill him again, please?" Peter focused his attention on Derek. "Derek? Seriously? Not worth the risk." He folded his arms over his chest in finality.

"Shut up, grandpa. Nobody cares what you think." I retorted to Peter, earning an impressed look from Stiles and Scott, and an annoyed look from Peter and Derek. "Do what you want, then." Peter shrugged. "Just don't expect me to cry when you're dead."

"I'm still going." Derek muttered to him before turning to Scott. "What about you?" He asked him. Stiles, thinking he was talking to him, shrugged. "Yeah, if you want me to come-" He began.

"Not you." Derek said in exasperation. "You meant Scott." He mumbled, stepping away from the table. "I don't know about Erica, but if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something." Scott told him. Peter rolled his eyes while I nodded in agreement with Scott.

"So, I'll go too..." I said, biting my lip. I knew Derek wouldn't let me, but it couldn't hurt to try. "No you're not." Derek stated. "What? You mean I have to stay here with Stiles and Mr. Creep over there?"

Stiles had a hurt look on his face. "What's so bad about me?" He asked innocently. I shook my head. "You're fine, just not that one." I pointed a finger in Peter's direction. Peter rolled his eyes. "Remind me to tell Isaac he made a really good choice." He said sarcastically. "He's about as good at picking girls as Derek is."

"Go fuck youself." I growled at him, causing him to smile. "Only because you asked."

Stiles made gagging noises as Scott sighed. "Will both of you shut the hell up?!" I had never heard such an outburst from Scott, but I closed my mouth, deciding not to test him.

Scott turned to Derek. "We have to do something." He said. "But?" Derek questioned, knowing it was coming. Scott's eyes narrowed. "Who is the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd."

"I can't believe I'm stuck here with you." I grumbled, sitting on the floor of Derek's loft because Peter deemed himself worthy enough for the couch. Peter rolled his eyes. "Right back at you." He muttered. I scoffed. "I am actually pleasant to be around."

"You sure about that?"

Stiles spoke from across the room as he looked out the window. "Can you two stop fighting for one second?" He demanded before sighing. "I can't take waiting around like this. You know, it's nerve-wracking. My nerves are wracked. They are severely wracked. Wracked." He said, the last part for emphasis. "I could beat you unconscious and wake you up when it's over." Peter offered.

I bit my tongue to keep from saying anything for Stiles' sake. He turned around. "You think Erica's really dead?" He asked me. I looked down at the ground, guilt washing over me. The last time I had seen her, she was hanging up in the Argent's basement, and I had done nothing to help her or Boyd. It was my fault they were there in the first place.

"You think I really care?" Peter said exasperatedly. Stiles ignored him and continued to talk to me. "I just, I don't understand the bank, though. I mean, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair, or something? They're an alpha pack so shouldn't they have a lair?"

"They're werewolves, not Bond villains." Peter muttered. "Wait a sec." Stiles realized something. "Wait a sec! Maybe they're living there, you know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens!"

I covered my mouth, trying to suppress a giggle as Peter rolled his eyes yet again. "Wolf dens?"

"Yeah, wolf dens!" Stiles encouraged his theory. "Where do you live?" Peter shrugged. "In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." I scoffed as Stiles asked, "Wow, really?"

"No, you idiot. I rent an apartment downtown." Peter leaned his head back against the couch once again, closing his eyes. Stiles frowned, ideas still running through his head. "Why wait around for the full moon? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles asked. Peter, eyes still closed, murmured, "Maybe they think it's poetic."

"You better open those damn eyes because I'm about to freaking punch you." I threatened. Peter smiled, but still didn't open his eyes. Stiles continued as if nothing had happened. "They've already had three full moons to be poetic." He reasoned.

"And here you two have had one full hour to be to annoyi-" He paused and opened his eyes as I stood up from the ground. "No, finish what you were going to say. I'm so what?" I asked him, a dangerous glint in my eyes.

He stood up, glaring at me as he looked over to Stiles. "What are the walls made of?" He asked. Stiles shrugged and looked around the loft. "I don't know, like wood, and brick."

Peter walked over to the table where they kept the bank information. "I mean the vault. The walls, what are they made out of?" Stiles and I walked over to him as he shifted through papers. "Where would it say the materials, the type of stone?" He asked.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed a large pile of papers. "Here, it's gotta be in there." He offered. Peter began to furiously shift through the papers, trying to find the information he needed. "There! That's it!" I exclaimed, pointing to a word. "Hecatolite." Peter breathed. "Is that awful? It sounds awful." Stiles stuttered nervously. Peter looked at me. "Get him on the phone. Call him. Now!"

"Why?" I asked him. He looked me in the eye as he spoke. "Because Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott."

Quickly, I dialed Scott's number and put it on speaker phone. "Lucy, now is not the best time." Scott said quietly. They must have been in there already. Stiles leaned in, speaking into the phone. "Scott! Listen to me! Look, you gotta get out of there! The walls of the vault are made with a mineral called Hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight!" He said with urgency.

"What does that mean?" Scott asked on the other line. "It keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon for months!"

Peter stepped in to talk on the phone, to close to me for my comfort. "Think of it like the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, and out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it."

I spoke into the phone quickly. "Scott, they're going to be stronger." I explained as Peter finished my sentence. "More savage, more bloodthirsty. Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions and you and Derek just stepped into the Colosseum."

We heard a couple of growls on the other line before Scott spoke. "Derek, we've got a really big problem." More growls sounded, making me nervous. I met Peter and Stiles' eyes with worry. "Scott?" Stiles asked into the phone. "Hey, Scott!

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door opening where Scott and Derek were. "No! No wait!" Scott yelled at something unseen. Roars and growls broke out from the phone and I bit my lip with worry. "Scott?" Stiles asked again. "Are you hearing this?"

The line went dead. "Scott!" I yelled, not getting a response. Stiles had a panicked expression on his face as I met his eyes.