𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Stiles' Jeep comes to an abrupt stop outside the school and I immediately leap out of the car, slamming the door closed behind me.

"I'm gonna find Scott" Kira informs us before racing away, leaving me with Lydia and Stiles.

"We need to find Derek" I tell my friends and they nod, following me as I head towards the school.

We reach the underpass and the sound of my brother roaring loudly causes me to slow in worry. Lydia takes a hold of my hand and I look to the girl to see her giving me a reassuring smile. I squeeze her hand gratefully and glance at Stiles who is stood holding his aluminium baseball bat, staring at me in concern.

"Nice bat, dork" I quip to lighten the mood as we continue walking.

"You seriously need to find something better than a baseball bat" Lydia scoffs and Stiles shoots us both a glare that makes me grin in amusement.

"Nat?" Lydia speaks up as we pass the school sign and I pause, looking to the strawberry blonde.

"What's wrong?" I question in confusion and she merely points at the sign with her free hand.

I look to where she's pointing and I can't believe that I missed it. The school's sign is completely turned around and it has revealed a set of stone steps down into some sort of bunker.

"Well that was easy" I shrug, heading down the stairs with Stiles and Lydia right behind me.

When I reach the bottom of the steps I'm met with the sight of a distraught Peter Hale who is crouched in front of a safe that is now empty.

"Peter?" I speak up.

"It was never... never... about the Triskelion. They took it" Peter mutters to himself "They took it while I was blind..."

"Took what?" Stiles asks in confusion.

"Bonds. Bearer bonds. And they took them all" Peter answers, standing up and turning to face us.

"Bearer bonds?" Stiles questions in surprise "Hold on, are you saying that you got robbed?"

"This was a heist! Somebody planned this!" Peter declares angrily.

"How much did they take?" Lydia asks curiously.

"One hundred and seventeen..." Peter drawls off.

"Thousand?" Stiles retorts in surprise.

"Million" Peter corrects and my jaw drops.

"Holy fucking shit" I gasp.

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As I stand in my kitchen listening to some music from my phone, I make a pot of tea in hopes that the herbs will calm my nerves and allow me to sleep without nightmares tonight. I found the recipe in an old grimoire of my great grandma's that my mom dug out of the attic for me.

I'm interrupted from my little dance when my brother enters the room and I look from my steeping tea to him. Scott leans against the doorframe with a small smile on his face but I can tell that the action is forced because it doesn't quite reach his sad looking eyes.

I've not been the only member of the McCall household that has been suffering with nightmares recently. The deaths of Aiden and Allison have taken quite a toll on my brother and I, neither of us really coping all that well with the loss.

"Dance with me" I sigh, reaching my hands out to him.

"I'm okay" He shrugs me off and I frown at his lie.

Deciding that I'm not satisfied with his answer, I pad over to the boy and grab his hands, dragging him into the kitchen with me.

"Natalia" He huffs, but there is a ghost of a smile that only encourages me.

"Come on, Scotty" I smile reassuringly at him.

I use my grip on Scott's hands to try my best to get him to dance with me to the music playing softly in the background, remembering when Allison once did the same thing for me. My brother smiles at me weakly, but doesn't make any effort to dance.

Not giving up on my mission, I lean up on my tiptoes and struggle to twirl the much taller boy around like a ballerina. Scott lets out an amused chuckle as he spins and I grin triumphantly, only making his smile widen when he spots my proud expression.

I wrap my arms around my brother's torso and he envelopes me in a warm hug as the both of us sway to the slower song that is now playing from my phone on the counter.

"You're gonna be okay, wolfie" I assure him.

"I really hope so, witchie" He breathes out.

My brother presses a kiss to my head and he tells me goodnight before heading up to his room, leaving me to watch him walk away with a frown. I take his lead, taking my tea and my phone up to my room before crawling into bed.

As I lay under my comfortable duvet in the silence of my room, I can't help but let my mind swirl around with thoughts of our fallen friends. I remember the way Aiden would press kisses to my nose because he liked the way I'd scrunch it up and the night that Allison gave me the cactus that sits on my desk, staring at me like a prickly reminder of a girl I could've loved.

I'm broken from my spiralling thoughts when my window is lifted open and I jump up in surprise, only to find Malia crawling into my room. My body immediately relaxes at the sight of the girl who has been sneaking into my bedroom very often recently and she flashes me a grin, closing the window behind her.

"Couldn't sleep again?" I mumble out in questioning as I flop back onto the mattress.

"Yeah, I just hate sleeping alone" She tells me, peeling off her jacket to reveal her pyjamas.

"I get you" I assure her with a soft smile and she kicks off her boots before sitting down on the bed next to me.

"Are you having another depressive episode?" Malia asks me bluntly.

"A depressive episode?" I scoff, looking up at the ceiling "I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one"

"I don't understand what you're talking about" Malia replies in confusion.

"Just leave me here to die" I huff out dramatically.

"Are you hungry?" Malia questions as though I'm a baby and she's not quite sure what to do with me.

"A little" I admit with a nod.

"Do you wanna order a pizza?" The brunette suggests.

"Pizza might cure the depression" I hum thoughtfully, allowing Malia to snuggle into bed next to me.

"Let's watch something" She chirps and I grab my laptop from my side table, placing it on the bed.

"Are we continuing Criminal Minds?" I wonder aloud and she nods enthusiastically.

"Derek Morgan is just so dreamy" Malia hums, watching the man on the laptop screen as I dial the pizza place's number on my phone.

"I'm more of a Spencer Reid kinda gal" I counter with a shrug as the number rings.

"That's because he reminds you of Stiles" Malia says matter of factly and I choke on my own saliva.

"Shut the fuck up" I scoff with a glare and she snorts at me, just looking right back at the screen.