"What the hell happened?" asked a very intrigued Stiles as he entered the now shattered and messy loft. The candle wax stained the floor and Breaden was whipping the pieces of broken glass with a broom.
"It was supposed to be a date." The former Alpha clarified.
"They were both here?" Stiles asked, amused. The place looked like it had been robbed.
"And they are both gone."
Stiles' phone went off, and he started talking with Lydia, who was at the animal clinic with Deaton. "So, where are Scott and Kira?" he questioned, worried for his best friend.
"Mexico. And if you wanna save his life, that's where you're going too." Deacon stated that he had been there when he visited Valak; at first, he couldn't quite tell where he was but realized that this trip could cost the life of one of these teenagers.
"Stiles?" Lydia asked with a weak voice. "Yeah?" was his response.
"They aren't alone. Danielle is with them too..."
He had a call to make.
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Danielle's P.O.V.
My head hurt. I felt like a truck hit me, and the first thing it made contact with was my face. Wait. No car had hit me. No, Kate Argent did with that stupid gun of hers.
Dust particles fell over my face, and when I tried to swipe them away, my hand couldn't move. It was bound to the platform made of rock I was lying over. I tried tugging at my wrist, but it wouldn't budge, not even with my alpha force.
I let a frustrated sigh as my wrists screamed in pain due to the friction caused by the cuffs, where under lay red marks from my tugging and moving.
"Where am I?" I thought. No longer was I in the woods near my home, but this place looked very old, with wooden furniture scattered all over. The air no longer held that earthy smell but more like death.
What I assume once were windows had cracks in the painted glass, and the artwork was now ruined. Hand-painted windows... could this be a-
But before I could conclude my idea, someone beat me to it and gave me the answer I was searching for. "La Iglesia, pretty, isn't it? Or it used to be. Nowhere in Mexico has it been abandoned for a while, and that makes the perfect hideout." The voice sounded closer with each word, and the scrapping of boots against the ground perked my senses. Kate entered the room I was in and started circling me like she was analyzing her prey.
She said that we were in Mexico. How did we get here? I need to go home; Mom and the twins are waiting for me. Oh no, Mom must've freaked out when she didn't see me when she got home.
I desperately tried to break free once again, ignoring the protests of my wrists and the burning sensation that came from them.
"Tell me, Danielle. How did a 16-year-old become one of the most wanted alphas in the dead pool? Huh?" she asked curiously. Her animalistic features were hidden, but I could see that beneath the human appearance, a malicious beast waited to come out.
"The deadpool is over, Kate. Why am I here?! Let me go!" I screamed and moved around but to no avail.
"You are very special. Haven't you ever thought of that? You get accepted into Scott McCall's pack in your first months as a new student. You never lost your alpha status. As you know, that isn't where you'll end up. There's a pack waiting for you to take the lead..."
"Scott is a very good person, better than you, so if you don't let me go, tell me why you brought me across the country to another!"
"You shouldn't talk like that to your superior, Danielle; those aren't very good manners." Superior? What is she talking about? She's not superior to me. I'm an alpha; for all I know, she is a were-jaguar that commands the berserkers. She's delirious.
"You are no superior of mine. I'm the Alpha here." I growled but then hissed when my wrists screamed at me.
"Not for long... haven't you heard the story of the alpha and the slave?" The only way to strip me of my title would be either me giving it to her voluntarily or her killing me.
"Long ago, an arrogant alpha bragged about how much power he had, yet he was always looking for ways to increment it. He had killed thousands, villages, only leaving a few survivors to pass on the message to neighbouring villages that he was the strongest and nobody could beat him. One day, while walking through the local market, a slave offered him a necklace, saying it would make the Lord kneel before him and beg for mercy. That necklace, also known as "Tiangus" was said to be the rebellion of the slaves to the kings, they could have control over the person that wears it, and they would obey their every command.
The cocky Alpha couldn't resist the offer, and being power-driven, he didn't think twice before he snapped it around his neck. Until the day of his death, he was turned into a slave, and all those who once were below him became something more. They were like his alphas." She finished the tale, and a shiver ran down my spine.
"How is that even possible?" I muttered out of breath. If someone could control many alphas in seconds, that could cause a massacre.
"Just like alphas can become betas, omegas can rise and become alphas. Just that this time, enchanted elements are used. And look what I have here..." A dangly object was brought close to my face. The leather strings lead to a shiny rock that reflected the moonlight that cast upon it, leaving an interesting shadow. Still, you could see how the centre part of the rock held that bad it could cause. How, in the wrong hands, it could cause evil and destroy an innocent soul.
"Many people had used it before. They say they feel like a puppeteer..." She said, looking at the stone intrigued.
"What are you planning to do with it?" I was afraid of the worst. Could she use it on me?
"I'm going to use it to end once and for all the teenagers that put their noses where it's not wanted." She deadpanned, leaning closer to my ear and whispering words that sent shivers down my spine. She meant no good.
"What does it have to do with me?" I murmured.
"It has everything to do with you! You are the perfect weapon, not only is it going to hurt them the most once you and Scott end them, but when you finish I'll have your power and you'll be nothing, just a body lying on the floor next to your deceased friends and that mate of yours." The thought that terrified me the most was imagining Brett dead. His body was lying lifelessly on the cold floor. She couldn't do this to me. I can't let her.
Nobody would harm Brett nor my friends on my watch.
"That's where you're wrong." I must've said that aloud.
She then circled around me one more time and unclasped the necklace.
"No, Kate, please!" I pleaded as her hands started getting close to my neck.
She had an evil smirk on her face, and I started struggling and moving around, but I refrained and couldn't stop her hands from clasping the necklace around her neck.
It was cold, and heat started spreading from my neck to my whole body, like acid spreading through my veins. I couldn't hold back the screams leaving my mouth, my vision got blurry and a retreating figure was all I could see.
The pain was getting more unbearable, and I could feel the stone digging into my skin almost. My screams were getting louder. My wolf was howling in my head. It felt like my head was getting crushed, and my wolf was getting thrown into the deepest parts of my mind.
And then, everything went quiet.