Let's ignore the fact I forgot Boyd and Erica had been taken at the end of s2 (if I remember correctly) and pretended that the conversations Dean had with them were right before then.

That night...

"You aren't going to save her. You know that, right?" He asked as I sat in Jeremy's bedroom, his silhouette playing with toy cars.

Stiles stood behind me, and I refused to turn around to look at him, fearing that when I turned back, my little brother would be gone again.

"We can try." I muttered, kneeling down to watch my brother play.

"Your plan won't work. You'll be too late." He chuckled, lips sealed tight.

"You don't know that."

"Oh but I do, darling of mine." His footsteps echoed in my ears, my peripheral vision catching his movements as he stood next to me. "I've been alive for a long time. I know who will die. I know who will live. She will die."

"I won't let it happen." I swore, staring at Jeremy's silhouette. "I won't let anyone I care about die again."

He hummed. "We'll just see about that."

My eyes popped open, a heavy feeling on my chest as I looked down, seeing Stiles snoring as we laid on his bed.

I groaned quietly in annoyance, wishing that my dreams weren't messing with me as much as they were.

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"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked as we all sat around Derek's new loft, staring down at the abandoned bank's blueprint.

"Yes but very, very barely. 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 interrupted Stiles, who shot him a glare.

"Sorry?" He asked, Derek crossing his arms.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asked as Stiles laughed.

"What do you- what do you think you're gonna do Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" He asked as I raised a brow at the two's bickering.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek gave him a joking smile, Stiles turning to me as if Derek was crazy.

"Okay, 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 pressured, grabbing Derek's hand and forced him to make a fist. Derek rolled his eyes, standing straight as Stiles' hand sat a few centimeters from his fist. "Okay, see this? That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co—"

Derek slammed his fist into Stiles' hand and he gasped in both shock and pain, collapsing onto the table and held his wrist, mouth wide open as he tried to let out a pained noise. I snorted, covering my mouth for a moment to hide my laughter as he fell back.

Stiles then shot up from the floor, waving his hand before nodding. "He could do it."

"I'll get through the wall. Who is joining me?" Derek asked as we all turned to Peter, who sat on the spiral staircase.

"Don't look at me.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 spat at his uncle, and Peter shrugged.

"One of them is already dead."

"We don't know that for sure." Derek commented.

"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 stood up as he made the sarcastic comment, to which I frowned in confusion.

"I'm sorry two— two of the alphas can form into one? What the hell did I miss?" I asked, looking at everyone. "Also could someone just please kill him again? He's getting on my nerves." I muttered the last bit as Scott sighed.

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"I would just like to say this now. Not a fan of being left here if my friends are dead or dying." I smiled sarcastically as Peter rolled his eyes, and Stiles nodded in agreement.

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked." Stiles added and Peter groaned, quite obviously bothered by the two of us.

"I could beat you both unconscious and wake you up when it's over?" He suggested, and honestly, for a moment I debated him doing that.

Stiles turned to me slowly, eyes filled with worry. "Do you really think Erica is dead?" He asked, and I felt my heart sink.

"You aren't going to save her. You know that, right?"

"Do you really think I care?" Peter asked as I turned to him glaring.

"Y'know I really don't like you." I frowned as he smiled, crossing his arms.

"Nice to know we share the same thought."

"Oh you don't like yourself either. That must suck then." I rolled my eyes, turning back to Stiles.

"I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha... 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 asked and Peter shrugged.

"They're werewolves, not bond villains." He commented, turning around to walk.

"Hey... have you heard anything about Heather?" I asked Stiles, who shook his head.

"No. And the fact that my dad won't let me help because she was a friend is really frustrating. And it's like she was snatched without a single trace. Like she's being hidden away and—" Stiles eyes lit up with an idea, standing up quickly.

"Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens." Peter turned around, his brows furrowed together.

"Wolf dens?" Peter questioned, hinting the annoyment in his voice.

"Yes wolf dens. Where do you live?" Stiles asked as I stood up, turning to face the two.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods." For a moment, I would have believed him, but then again Derek told me he was a very big liar.

"Whoa! Really?" Stiles asked, completely oblivious to the sarcasm, even if he was the sarcastic king.

"No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown." Peter gestured his head slightly, and Stiles' grin dropped.

"Oh. Well that's disappointing. 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?" My brows furrowed together as I questioned what Stiles was saying.

And he was right. Why would they wait instead of kill them? Maybe it had been to get me, or maybe it was something else.

My mind had then traced back to me searching up whatever I could about the bank,

"Hecatolite." I muttered, taking the twos attention.

"What?" Stiles asked as Peter snapped his fingers in realization.

"Hecatolite is another word for moonstone." Peter explained, and Stiles still had no idea what we were talking about. "God for someone who seems to know a lot about werewolves you sure are stupid."

"Hey!" Stiles frowned as I walked over to them.

"Moonstone stops werewolves from feeling or shifting during full moons. It— it can make them more aggressive and bloodthirsty. It diminishes the tolerance and... oh my god—" I finally came to the realization of what the Alphas were doing, running a hand through my hair.

"And what, Dean?" Stiles asked and I shook my head.

"They'll open that vault door tonight. The moon's power will kill them."