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When they got news of Laura Hale's death, Azalea Novac and her brother, Stefan, move from Romania to Beacon Hills to meet with Derek Hale. They came prepared, knowing that the supernatural world was going to throw as many things as i...
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Chapter Seventy-Three 🌒 Codominance 🌘
Azalea and Stiles stand around in the garage of the McCall House late at night, where Stiles is in the middle of repairing his Jeep while Azalea holds a flashlight for him. Stiles leans over the open hood of the jeep and pulls out a tangle of wires making him look over at Azalea with pursed lips as she raised her cocked an eyebrow at him.
After a moment, he shrugs and reaches back in to pull out a large, rusty cylinder of some kind, which he also sets aside with the wires. Azalea's jaw dropped slightly as she watched him grab a wrench before reaching in to tighten a bolt. "I'm not sure you know what your doing." Azalea said and Stiles making look at her, "Of course I do." He said making her raise her eyebrows and look at him crazy.
"Stiles, you just pulled out the alternator and some random wires like it's nothing." She said and he glanced at the thing he just pulled out, "So that's what that is." He said making her look at him in disbelief. "Oh my god." She muttered as she pinched the bridge of her nose while Scott walked into the garage.
"So, what did Liam want?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed, "To help." He said and Azalea glanced at him with raised eyebrows. "You gonna let him?" She asked and he thought about it for a moment before answering, "Eventually, I guess..."
"Okay, but shouldn't he be a little higher on your priority list right now? I mean, since he's the only other actual werewolf? Your only actual Beta?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed and slightly shook his head, "You didn't see the way he came at me. You didn't see the look in his eyes..." Scott said as they watched Stiles work on the jeep.
"Well, I've been with you on a full moon, so I've seen that look. You want to get the band back together, Scott? You don't leave out the drummer." Stiles said and Scott sighs, frustratingly but knows Stiles is right. "Try it." Stiles said, glancing at Azalea who nodded and climbed into the driver seat before turning the key in the ignition, causing the Jeeps engine to roar as it successfully turns on.
"Success, yes!"
Azalea chuckled and was about to climb into the back seat but paused slightly as Scott climbed into the passenger seat. He went to put in the back seat but then noticed what made Azalea pause. A few large bottles of oil sat in the backseat making Azalea and Scott look at Stiles who stood outside the passenger side looked at the bottles with pursed lips.
"There's a minor leak." Stiles says as he holds up his hand and pinches his index finger and thumb together in emphasis, "Very minor." He said making Azalea squint at him. "This jeep is going to kill us one day." She said as she and Scott glanced at each other warily before she sighed and climbed into the back seat, sitting next to the bottles.
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Scott's in the middle of reading a book about damnatio memoriae while Stiles drives the Jeep and Azalea has her back against the side of the jeep with her feet up on the seat whilst she watched the horizon pass by with an ear bud in her ear. Stiles let's out a deep breath and wipes a bead of sweat off of his brow, and Scott sighs deeply, making it clear that the heat is starting to get to them both while Azalea seemed fine.
