𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Okay. You see this?" Stiles asks, slapping down the bank's blueprints on Derek's table "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom"

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asks.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely" Stiles answers "And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

"Look, forget the drill" Derek snaps.

"Sorry?" Stiles asks in disbelief.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asks.

"What do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asks as if the idea is funny.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall" Derek declares.

"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big bad wolf. Yeah, look at that" Stiles taunts the Alpha who makes a fist with an annoyed expression on his face "Okay, see this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid-"

Stiles is cut off when Derek punches his hand and the dorky boy is send flying backwards.

"Aah! Aah!" Stiles cries out in pain, holding his arm.

"Stiles!" I gasp, grabbing his shoulder.

"He could do it" Stiles grunts, watching me as I check his hand in concern.

"Stop watching me, dork" I mutter.

"Sorry" He murmurs, looking away.

"I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek asks.

"Don't look at me" Peter scoffs "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 says in disbelief.

"One of them is already dead" Peter retorts.

"We don't know that!" Derek snaps.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? 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'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed" Peter rants emotionlessly.

"Can someone kill him again, please?" Stiles huffs.

"It would be my pleasure" I reply, glaring at the man who smiles at me sarcastically.

"Derek, seriously, not worth the risk" Peter states.

"What about you?" Derek asks, looking at Scott.

"Yeah, if you want me to come-" Stiles starts but gets cut off.

"Not you" Derek huffs.

"Scott" Stiles realises, pointing at my brother and nodding.

"I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try" Scott says.

"Natalia?" Derek asks, looking at me.

"I think I'm gonna stay behind on this one. Make sure Peter doesn't kill Stiles. I know how annoying he can be" I explain and Stiles elbows me.

I flash him my eyes with a deadly glare and he jumps away in fright.

"That's what I thought" I hum.

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"Stiles, if you bite your nails any more then they're gonna bleed" I huff from my spot on the sofa.

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked" Stiles rambles nervously and I frown.

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over" Peter suggests.

"Shut up, Peter" I snap and he turns his head to look at me.

"You're a confident little thing, aren't you?" He says and I roll my eyes "Rude too"

"Only to assholes" I reply, making him snort.

"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles asks.

"You think I really care?" Peter asks in response and I resist the urge to punch him.

"I just...I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?" Stiles rants spastically.

"They're werewolves, not Bond villains" Peter retorts.

"Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens" Stiles suggests wildly and I smother a laugh at the idea.

"Wolf dens?" I ask the boy curiously.

"Yeah, wolf dens. Where do you live?" Stiles asks the man.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods" Peter answers sarcastically.

"Whoa, really?" Stiles says in awe.

"No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown" Peter scoffs.

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles huffs out in frustration.

"Maybe they think it's poetic" Peter replies.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic" Stiles retorts.

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying-" Peter cuts himself off and I turn my head to look at him in confusion.

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying" Stiles snaps sassily "I'm annoying...What were you gonna say there?

"What are the walls made of?" Peter asks abruptly, standing up.

"What? Uh...I don't know, like, wood and brick or-" Stiles is cut off.

"No, no, no, the vault, the vault. The walls, what are they made out of?" Peter asks and I stand up, walking over to where they're both stood looking at the blueprints "Where would it say that? Doesn't say anything. Where would it say the materials, the type of stone?"

"Oh! Hang on" Stiles jumps, looking through his back before pulling out a stack of papers "Yeah, here. It's gotta be in there"

Peter glares in annoyance at the stack of papers and I roll my eyes.

"I got this, boys" I huff, pushing them both out my way.

"What are you gonna do, Morticia Addams?" Peter asks in disbelief and I shoot him a glare, my eyes burning a bright pink "Yeah, that doesn't scare me"

I turn back to the pile of papers and hold my hand above it. My eyes glowing brightly, I start to mutter a spell under my breath while remember exactly what I want to find. Wind blows around me and the papers start flipping over, trying to find the right page. All of a sudden the pages still and I take a step back, my eyes fading back to their usual chocolate brown.

"There, that's it!" Stiles jumps forward, pointing to the page and smiling at me widely.

I shrug nonchalantly and he turns back to Peter.

"Hecatolite" Peter reads aloud, looking severely unhappy with that.

"Is that awful? That sounds awful" Stiles asks in worry.

"Get them on the phone. Call them. Now!" Peter demands.

"Okay, why?" Stiles questions, pulling out his phone.

"Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott" Peter answers and my heart drops.

Stiles immediately clicks my brother's contact and calls him. It rings a couple times before I hear him pick up.

"Stiles, now is not the best time" Scott says.

"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get out of there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight" Stiles warns him.

"What does that mean?" Scott asks in confusion.

"Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months" Stiles tells him.

"Think of it like the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it" Peter explains.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger" I stress.

"More savage, more bloodthirsty. Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the Colosseum" Peter adds.

"Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem" Scott says.

"Cora?" I hear Derek speak and I perk up, grabbing the phone from Stiles.

"Scott, is it actually her?" I question but he ignores me.

"Scott! Hey, Scott!" Stiles yells at the phone.

"No. No! Wait!" I hear Scott shout and it's followed by vicious growls.

"Scott?" I speak, my voice laced with concern and worry.

"Scott, are you hearing this?!" Stiles shouts and the call ends "Scott!"