Whatever It Takes {Teen Wolf X Reader}

52. Muted

Derek's Loft

"That table's Italian" Peter looked at Braeden's boots rested on the table.

You and her are sat at one side of the table, Peter and Derek sit at the other side.

"So are these boots. Are we going to talk interior design and fashion, or are we going to talk numbers ?" She shrugged.

Peter picks up a pen, writing a figure down on a piece of paper, sliding it across the table.

Braeden examined it dissatisfied, drawing a line through the number and writes one of her own, sliding the paper back to Peter.

"We're hiring you to find Kate, not assassinate the president" Peter scoffed.

"I was hired by the Calaveras to find Kate. You're hiring me to find her first. Going against the Calaveras is what's going to cost you" She waited for him to offer her a new sum.

Peter slides the piece of paper to you, you write down a new sum, handing it to Braden, she shakes her head, pushing it back to Peter.

"We aren't made of money, you know" You placed the pen down on the table.

"Maybe not but between you, I think you can afford more than that" Braeden glanced over at Derek, he tore the piece of paper in half, Peter stood and began to walk away from the table.

"We'll pay. Just find Kate. That's all we want" Derek impatiently bargained.

Once she left, finally satisfied, Peter slammed the door shut behind her.

"Are you insane ?" He advanced towards his nephew.

"We don't have a choice. We spent a week looking for her, and came up with nothing" Derek stared out the window.

"If we don't find out who told Kate about the vault, we don't get those bonds back. What do you think I'm gonna do then, huh ? Get a job ? My resume is slightly out of date !" Peter argued with him.

"I'm sure that someone's looking to hire a former murderer, dad" You retorted.

"We got robbed, Derek. Robbed !" Peter ignored your remark.

Derek roared at him, grabbing his wrist, eyes shining brilliant gold.

"Oh ... that's a new look for you. What happened to your eyes ?" Peter yanked his hand out of Derek's grasp.

"I don't know ... But I'm willing to pay to find out" His eyes faded back to normal.

"I have a safe in my apartment, I've got a couple of hundred thousand" You agree to help him pay for Braeden's services.

Beacon Hills Highschool

"Now, what the hell are we doing here, anyway ? We got like, one hundred and seventeen million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them" Stiles sighed, you joined him and Scott on the lacrosse field.

"... It is now" Scott watched one of the players preveng multiple attempts at scoring goals, effortlessly.

"Who the hell is that ???" Stiles gawks at the freshman in goal.

"Nice, Liam ! You might just be our first-ever freshman captain" Garrett compliments, the goalie takes off his helmet.

"Dunbar" You read from the back of his jersey.

"Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit ..." Stiles heads onto the field, you and Scott following closely behind.

Beacon Hills Highschool / Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital