───── HOW THE HELL DID SIERRA MCCALL END UP IN MEXICO YOU MAY ASK? She blames her brother and his friends. Since she's been involved with the supernatural world, she couldn't help but follow them like a lost puppy but now, she wished she didn't. The young McCall followed behind Lydia Martin and Stiles Stilinski as she admired the rural setting in front of her eyes. It was beautiful, but not enough to die in which she believed could have happened at any moment.

She began reestablishing her thoughts as she watched the cars pass by. Her eyes met Stiles who looked back at her worried she had gotten taken away from the enemy. He nodded for her to come forward since he was supposed to be her protector while Scott ran with the mission.

"This doesn't seem so bad..." Stiles commented as he looked around the town. Sierra swore she could see a tumbleweed just roll around as she looked at him weirdly. She knew herself all his plans were terrible, so she'd be surprised if this plan actually came along properly.

"It's not the town, it's the plan," Lydia spoke, her arms crossed.

"At least we get this pretty view," Sierra shrugged looking at the older strawberry blonde.

"There's some optimism from little McCall," Stiles smiled, grabbing onto the small brunette's shoulders and slightly shaking her.

One could say that Sierra's heart fluttered a little from the interaction. She may or may not have had a little of an infatuation for her brother's best friend. It was hard not to, especially while growing up, Stiles Stilinski was always somehow in the McCall house. But now that Sierra is a little older, the infatuation slowly wore off, except when there were certain moments between them that she felt that she could just stare at him all day.

"Anyways, what's wrong with the plan?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia mentioned, looking back at her two companions. Sierra snickered a small laugh as she watched the two juniors bicker. It was quite funny as she watched them basically shout back and forth between one another about the life and death situation they were putting themselves in.

"I'm human and I would like to stay alive so I can experience having a first boyfriend; my first time—" Sierra rambled on but was cut off by the boy who often acted like an older brother she never asked for.

"Blah, blah, blah. I can't not be hearing this right now, you're like twelve," Stiles closed his eyes, his fingers attaching themselves to the sockets of his ears to shut out any information on Sierra McCall's non-existent love life.

Sierra pushed the boy, making him stumble back on his feet before leading the group toward their destination. As the sun began setting and the moon shone down on the teenagers in the night sky, the remainder of the pack walked down into an alleyway, which sent shivers down their spines. It was much creepier than Sierra anticipated.

Lydia came to a halt as she stood in front of wooden doors staring back at them. Sierra watched as two guards leaned their weight off the walls and approached them. They looked intensely at the teenagers, making Sierra nervously gulp. "¿Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Lydia asked, but instead of the men stepping out of the way for the teenagers to walk through, they shook their heads, rejecting their attempt.

One of the guards looked up toward a hidden camera in the upper right corner from where Sierra was standing. Lydia nodded at the girl, signalling Sierra to search for her pockets. The brunette searched her pockets for the specific object, her brother had given her before the pack made their way down to Mexico.

Sierra brought it up to the cameras like the guards had motioned for her to do. Everyone's eyes followed the card. A click. Suddenly the door opened and the men stepped aside so the teenagers could walk in. Sierra thought to herself, it couldn't be that easy, could it?

The hallway felt extraordinarily eerie. Suddenly the door shut behind the three friends, startling them. Stiles jumped into the body of the two braver girls in front of him as he hid himself. "Oh, yeah, we're totally not dying, right?" Sierra huffed sarcastically to herself but it was loud enough for the other two to hear.

The muffled music became more clear as Sierra reached the end of the hallway. She watched as the walls stood still and the lights aggressively shook, which creeped the girl out. Sierra reached for the door, her fingertips lightly touching the brown wood, but she pulled back too scared at what to expect on the other side of the door. She didn't quite want to go through with the plan.

Lydia and Stiles looked at her, telepathically telling the girl to push the door open. Sierra took a deep breath before letting her hand push open the door, revealing a whole group of people drinking and dancing in the Calavera Club. It was hard not to stop for the moment and observe the sight. The lights, the loud music, the people in the club.

The strawberry blonde led the other teenagers through the crowd to the bar. Three shots landed in front of them not even moments later after they set their territory at the bar. A man shadowed behind them. Stiles could feel his presence and he immediately began searching through his pockets for his wallet to pay back for the little gift.

But the man interjected before Stiles could land the money on the wooden bar. The man put his arms around the teenagers, "No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."

"We didn't exactly come to drink," Sierra voiced, her shaking voice making an appearance. She watched as Lydia took a bullet of her pocket and dropping it into the shot glass in front of her. The man didn't take a moment to hesitate, as he backed up from the group and nodded for them to follow his footsteps.

Sierra turned following the others, but after a couple of footsteps, she turned back towards the shot and swallowed the burning liquid. Lydia looked back when she noticed the girl who wasn't present at her hip, she gave her a look.

"Don't tell, Scott," Sierra goofily smiled at the older girl.

The man entered an isolated room from the rest of the club, inside was the person the teenagers expected to await for the presence. If you listened closely enough, you could still hear the muffled sounds of the music. Sierra took a seat directly in front of the woman, which she slowly regretted as she connected her brown eyes with Araya's.

"Serevo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This kind, especially — it has a savage energy," Araya spoke. Her accent was thick as she spoke in English. Her hands seemed preoccupied with a piece of cloth in her hands, but her demeanour seemed calm, cool, and collected, which only made Sierra more frightened of the woman.

"We're here for Derek Hale," Lydia announced, cutting to the chase of things.

Araya questioned the girl, "Is that so?"

Sierra knew for a fact, that Araya was hiding Derek Hale somewhere in this building. But she also didn't quite want to bring the sour wolf back to Beacon Hills, he was only going to be grumpy toward everything and everybody even if the pack saved his life. She could just call it.

The three teenagers mentioned the rumours they overheard about Derek Hale being available to auction on. The conversation goes back and forth between the teenagers and the older woman. Neither of them seem to letting down their walls. A gun cocks behind Lydia, making her slightly gasp at the sudden noise.

"Not smart to come alone," Araya taunted, thinking it would scare the truth out of one of the children in front of her, but her plan failed when Sierra mentioned with a smirk as she leaned toward the woman, putting on her best brave façade, "What makes you think we came alone?"

Araya's face said it all, her face altered as she thought of the million possibilities that could have happened with McCall's pack. She knew their reputation. She stood up from her place, "You brought a wolf into my home?" she scoffed.

The two were face-to-face until a hand hovered over the girl's shoulder, slightly pushing the Sierra back in her seat. Yet, her face never wavered. Stiles corrected the woman, the group didn't just bring any werewolf, they brought the alpha.

"My friends... I don't think you're aware of your poor timing. Do you know what a dark moon is?" Araya questioned.

Lydia answered the woman, but it didn't seem to satisfy her as she asked a follow-up question asking the meaning of it, not just what it was. Sierra began looking around the room, her ears ignoring the rest of the conversation until the radios went off.

"Stiles, take ten off the table," the voice of the alpha called out. Stiles did as he was asked. Lydia squinted toward the woman, telling her that the best idea would be the take the deal. Araya looked bluntly at the girl, a smirk appearing on her face as she teased the strawberry blonde and her Banshee powers.

"Alright, come on, just give us Derek. You don't want him anyway. Haven't you noticed what a downer he is? No sense of humour, poor conversationalist. Just come on, take the money," Stiles reasoned, pointing out all the flaws of the werewolf, which Sierra couldn't help but nod in agreement as he voiced out all of the bad things about the older Hale.

"Severo? Show them how the Calaveras negotiate."

The main members of the pack entered the animal clinic like Scott had asked them to, "Okay, so how long has it been?" Stiles asked.

Scott answered his best friend, "Weeks. He hasn't gotten back to any of my texts."

"Derek replies to you? Damn, I have to have a serious conversation with him to step up our texting game," Sierra muttered.

Stiles and Scott looked at the girl in disbelief and almost as fast as the girl could blink, they both smacked the girl's arm at the same time for her timing on the sudden change in conversation. Sierra shrieked at the contact, as she told them to proceed with her hands.

Scott took out a bullet from his pockets. The rest of the group observed the details on the small silver object, Sierra noticed the engraving. It wasn't ones she ever saw before. Her older brother went on to explain the meaning behind the symbol, indicating that they belonged to the Calavera family.

The group go back and forth with theories, questions, ideas — you name it, they most likely talked about it. Scott slid a can toward Lydia, making everyone look up at the strawberry blonde who seemingly looked just as confused as the others.

Lydia grabbed onto a handful of bullets, closing her eyes as she tried to connect with her powers until suddenly the bullets clashed with the metal table. "Lydia, what? Is he dead?" Sierra inquired.

Lydia shook her head, quietly answering the girl, which only made the others question her on what she actually meant. She couldn't help but feel that something was off, she knew it in her guts. She didn't even need her powers to tell them that everything wasn't aligning.

"So, if the Calaveras have him, how do we find him?" Sierra asked, taking one of the bullets that were once in Lydia's hands into her dainty fingers. She closely looked at it.

Scott stood behind his sister as he observed the bullets, when he came to a conclusion, "Mexico."

Before Sierra could adjust to her surroundings, she was being dragged along with the Stilinski boy somewhere isolated, as the view of Lydia got smaller and smaller. The pair were thrown into a room. Sierra blew her hair out of her face as she lifted herself from the fall. She looked around and noticed the washroom interior and then her view landed on the the other people in the room with her.

However, they seemed to all be unconscious which concerned the girl. Sierra ran to her older brother, holding onto his hand. Her thoughts couldn't help but think of all the worst possible conclusions.

It felt like a million years when the supernatural figures awoke from their unexpected slumber. Kira and Malia were the first to wear off from whatever it was that affected them. It didn't take long for Stiles to catch the girls up on what they missed while on their part of the mission.

Scott's eyes fluttered opened, the light above him making him squint at the sight. His vision still blurry. Sierra softly screamed for the others as she waited for her brother to be completely conscious. It often worried her when Scott put himself on the line for the pack because at the end of the day, he was still her older brother. And she needed him more than anything. Sierra couldn't imagine a life without him, it was them until the end of time.

His friends voiced their concerns as they bent down. Scott's mind didn't seem to realize that he almost could have died as he immediately began talking about Derek Hale.

"You could've died and you're still concerned about Derek Hale's whereabouts?" Sierra scoffed.

Scott brought his hand to his sister's face, tucking a piece of hair back into place. A soft smile appeared on the boy's face. The touch calmed her heart down, which, of course, Scott McCall noticed.

"They have Lydia," Sierra informed, she cupped her hand onto his as if to tell him not to let go just yet. She needed it.

Scott looked between his pack, questioning what the Calaveras' wanted with Lydia Martin. His hand slowly let go of his sister, as he made his way to the door, trying to pry it open but somehow, with the strong doors, not even an alpha with his powers could get them out. Everyone gathered behind him as they watched even though they knew the door couldn't be open from their side.

Kira told the tanned boy that they already tried everything possible to find a way out, but their luck ran out. "I say when that door opens again, we take out whoever's standing in the way and run for it," Malia stated.

"And what about Lydia?" Sierra questioned toward the werecoyote, stepping toward her, "We can't leave without her."

Malia shrugged, "Why not?"

Sierra scoffed at the girl in disbelief. She knew that since Malia Tate reappeared into the real world as a girl things were difficult for her but she wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for the pack, especially Lydia's knowledge on basically everything even the supernatural world.

"Because we don't leave without people. Remember, we talked about this? Rules of the wild kingdom don't apply to friends," Stiles reminded the girl.

"Good job for teaching her the morals of friendship, Stiles," Sierra sarcastically exclaimed, crossing her arms across her chest just wishing to get out of the room that she began to feel claustrophobic in.

"Is that what you do as a coyote, leave her for dead?" Kira wondered. Malia informed the others of the details of what she would have done if she were still to be in coyote form, which made everyone raise an eyebrow and then looked at Stiles as if he were to blame for her behaviour. Sierra slowly nodded at the words, still trying to understand her ways but honestly, she was quite terrified.

"Mmm. Believe it or not, that's progress," Stiles mumbled, which made Sierra step toward the boy and flicked his forehead, inciting pain in the Stilinski boy.

The group continued their conversation, bringing up theories concerning Derek Hale. They seem to come to a mutual conclusion that they weren't dead because the Calaveras wanted something from the teenagers, which made them curious as to what. The doors open and Sierra let out a heavy sigh when suddenly everything went black.

Sierra gasped as she woke up from the dark. She hated the feeling of fainting but at this point, she was used to it, all thanks to the adventures of the pack. She noticed Malia and Stiles pacing back and forth. Sierra's head was killing her from the sudden drop onto the floor from whatever Araya's men did to them. She held onto it, hoping the spinning would stop.

Stiles guided Malia to concentrate when he was cut off by her lips on his. Sierra widen her eyes. Her vision clear as day again. She turned away, hoping they didn't notice that she was awake. The lights flickered in the room, Stiles backed away from the door, picking Sierra up and holding her behind him.

"They're killing them," Malia informed nonchalantly.

"What?" Sierra exclaimed. She dashed toward the door but before she could reach it, an arm wrapped around her waist. Her head met the chest of the Stilinski boy. He comforted her the best he could. He knew how much she wanted to run to protect her brother but he promised Scott that if anything happened to the alpha that he would be the one to take care of Sierra.

Stiles placed a small peck on Sierra's forehead as he held her tightly. Sierra felt her tears soaking up the shirt she bought the boy, as it turned into a darker shade due to the tears. Everything felt nice, even if it was just for a moment. But Sierra knew sooner or later, the moment would end, she just didn't expect the next couple of sequences to happen.

A name neither teenager never thought they would hear again. Kate. The pair pulled apart, Sierra wiped away her tears, furrowing her brows as she walked toward Malia, "You had to have heard wrong because that is impossible," Sierra declared.

Malia shook her head in disagreement, "Why? Who... who's Kate?" she asked.

"A hunter. An Argent," Sierra gritted her teeth with the mention of the name. All she wanted was the comfort of her older brother. She knew that the pack was still broken from the death of Allison Argent, so the mention of something — even the smallest of things related to her, made the girl's heart break a little more.

✧⋆*✩* 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄!
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