Spy || Derek Hale
When the troublemaking duo ventured into the woods that night to uncover the truth behind a buried body, the plan unraveled quickly. Stiles' sharp tongue and bad timing landed him in the back of his father's patrol car, leaving Sco...
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"So, do we have a plan?" Deaton asked, his voice tense as Peter strode back into the living room, followed by Lydia after their private discussion.
Peter paused, his gaze sweeping over the room before he finally spoke. "Scott's going to dive into Evil Stiles' mind, trying to pull out the real Stiles from the depths of his subconscious. But he won't be doing it alone." Peter's eyes flicked to Lydia, standing nearby.
Hazel furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
Peter turned to face her. "Someone has to go in with you." His words were slow, deliberate, as if letting them sink in.
Lydia's eyes widened in surprise, and she seemed to choke on her breath as she glanced at Peter. Meanwhile, Void shifted slightly on the couch, his gaze locking onto Lydia with a twisted, amused interest.
Peter reached behind him, his hand coming into view with Scott's claws now in his grip. He moved them to rest lightly at Void's neck, the gesture casual but ominous. Void didn't flinch, unfazed by the threat.
"So, what do we do once we find him?" Scott asked, his voice steady but laced with uncertainty.
"You'll have to guide him out." Peter responded, his tone a bit sharper now. "It's all about regaining control of his mind... his body."
Lydia, sitting uncomfortably close to Void, could feel the weight of Scott's claws poised near her neck. She could almost sense the danger, the tension thick in the air.
Peter looked at Scott, eyes sharp. "You'll need to give him control, Scott. It's not going to be easy."
Lydia spoke up, her voice laced with frustration. "Could you be more specific about that 'somehow' part? It's not feeling very clear right now."
Peter gave a humorless chuckle. "Improvise." He said, turning to Scott.
Scott's mind raced, overthinking every possibility. "What if this is just another trick?" He muttered, doubts creeping in.
Hazel rolled her eyes. "Scott, I love you, but please, shut up."
Peter's gaze darkened. "When are you people going to start trusting me?" He said, his voice biting. "I'm getting tired of this."
"I meant him." Hazel pointed at Void.
Peter's eyes narrowed. "Oh."
Deaton cut through the tension. "Scott, we're running out of time." Hazel nodded, anxiety building in her chest.
Scott closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath as his intense Alpha eyes glowed red. With a steady hand, he pressed his claws into Void's neck, the seconds dragging by as Lydia and Scott both stood frozen, fear gripping them.
Then, silence.
Everyone held their breath, watching in suspended anxiety.
Suddenly, Melissa's voice broke the stillness. "Look at that... do you see it? She's bleeding." Her words snapped everyone's attention to Lydia, whose nose was now dripping blood.
