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“We need to do this.” Lydia looked at her twin brother sternly. “For Mom,” Stiles added.
Lydia's perfectly trimmed eyebrows furrowed and she sighed. She nodded her ginger coloured head reluctantly, “I know.”
“Lyds, Stiles, are you really…really sure?” The twins’ best-friend Kira was watching them intensely. The Japanese girl narrowed her slant-eyes and added, “Once you’re into this there will be no easy getaway, you know?”
“Not to mention, what the council will do if they find out,” Danny, their tall, muscular and big-eyed friend with a raven buzz-cut hair, piped in.. “It’s like our constitution for to not to get involved with werewolves…”
“Yeah… kitsunes like us…,” Kira hummed, playing with the pages of the spell book on her lap.
Lydia and Stiles fell even more silent. They knew what their friends had said was all true. Being as born werefoxes as they were, they had been living their life in shadow. The werefox community was a small community with a council consisted of all nine-tails werefoxes as its main members to regulate their life and to reinforce their law. Some of the laws are: no werefox is allowed to shift or to show their power recklessly and no werefox is allowed to associate with any werewolf. And the twins were two of the said nine-tails werefoxes.
“But our community can’t afford to lose Mrs. Stilinski like this either,” Danny said with low voice.
The mention of their mother’s name made both Stiles and Lydia become even more determined. Their mother, Claudia Stilinski, was the strongest nine-tails werefox and the chief of their council. One year ago, for no obvious reason, she started to get ill and her condition was plummeting as time went by. As their filial duty, the twins had raked their brain and turned their library upside down for ancient spell books to find any cure for their dying mother. They got help from their childhood friends, another kitsunes, Kira and Danny. They were skimming all the book collections they had and browsed the internet for any clue at any time possible. After so many painstaking efforts they finally got their hand on one remedy; and the most promising thus far.
“That’s why we’re doing this,” Stiles said, pointing to the page where the recipe of the concoction was. “It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Tell me which part of drawing a born Alpha werewolf’s blood isn’t hard, Stiles,” Danny facepalmed. “If we ever tried to do that, immediate war between the two communities would start again after so many centuries of truce. But on the bright side we shall have our pictures hanged on the council hall’s wall as reminder for our descendants: the face of the four idiots who’d started the war…”
Lydia slapped Danny’s head and made the said red seven-tails fox whimper. “It’s for our mother, your leader, you ass. Moreover, there’s still the other way, which ensure the peace more likely.”
“…By shoving yourself to be knotted by a born Alpha werewolf?” Kira looked disgusted while Stiles turned green.
“Right, maybe it’s better if it’s only me who does this,” he hastily said as Lydia glared at him with her murdering gaze.
“And it’s okay for me to see you have your ass taken by one of those big bad wolves?!!” She roared. “You’re my brother, Stiles!! If we’re in this, we’re in this together!!”
Stiles groaned, realizing how determined his sister was. He knew that once Lydia set her mind on something she wouldn’t hesitate. Stiles glanced over the spellbook again, cursing how fate had this kind of arrangement for them. The two methods to make a remedy concoction for their mother’s illness were written on the book. First method was mixing the blood of an Alpha born werewolf with the blood of the patient’s child, while the second only required the patient’s child’s blood, but under the condition that the child has been knotted by an Alpha born werewolf. Neither method, in short, was easy for the siblings. The werewolf community and the werefox community were in a great war centuries ago. It had gotten so severe that their existence was almost exposed to the non-supernatural community, to the humans. At last, other supernatural beings, led by wise sparks, interfered and forced the two warring communities into a truce. From that day onward no werefox was allowed to get involved with werewolves and vice versa. The two communities, moreover, were no longer allowing their members to get near to each other. Werefoxes went deeper into the shadow, living their lives peacefully and marrying their own kind or any oblivious humans, while werewolves came to the light as protectors of humans, although they were keeping their true identity hidden.
“Okay, there’s no way you two will make us change our minds. Maybe we should start to think a way to get our hands to the ingredients we need. Kira, you said you have a plan,” Stiles locked his amber eyes to Kira’s opal ones.
The raven-haired girl sighed. “I’m starting to regret this…”
“Speak,” Lydia commanded. Her voice was thick with authority. It was predictable since with her bright mind, strong-will and charisma, Lydia was nurtured by the council to take the leadership mantle from their mother, while Stiles, with his wittiness and knowledge, was prepared to serve as her adviser.
“Do you still remember Scott McCall, my ex?”
Stiles cocked his head. He vaguely remembered a raven-haired boy with a crooked jaw and puppy eyes with whom the yellow seven-tails female fox used to date. They got so close that Kira willingly revealed her true-self to Scott. However, they stopped dating abruptly six months ago when Scott was bitten by a werewolf and turned into one.
“The one that got turned into a werewolf?” Danny asked for confirmation. Kira clenched her jaw and nodded. She must’ve been itching to rip the werewolf’s throat, the werewolf’s who turned Scott.
“You are still in touch with him?” Lydia narrowed her hazel eyes as Stiles rolled his amber ones. Not the time, Sis, he shot her a pointed glare. Lydia cleared her throat and backed off, letting Kira to continue.
“Yes, Lydia, we’re still in touch because Scott is a mere human boy deep down and we were in love. The transition was hard for him too…”
“Straight to the point, Kira,” Stiles scolded her. “Do you think he could help us?”
Kira sighed before she said, “I think so. Scott is attending the Beacon Hills High School now. The director is a spark and the school is exclusively built for supernatural creatures…”
“Including some Alpha born werewolves?” Danny concluded.
“Yes.”
“So, are you suggesting that me and Lydia infiltrate the school?” Stiles asked.
“Not only you two, but me and Danny as well.”
“Me?” Danny pointed his nose in disbelief.
“You don’t have to tag along if you don’t want to, Dan,” Lydia patted his shoulder. “It’s Stiles’ and my responsibility, anyway.”
Danny groaned. “But your safety is our responsibility as your sentries-to-be, Lyds… You two are gonna need me, anyway. I’ll take us in effortlessly.”
“How do you think you are going to do that, by the way?” Stiles arched his eyebrows. “I know you can use your hacking skills to forge our documents, but what about our scents?”
“You’re right, brother…,” Lydia frowned. “Once they sniffed us, we'd get mounted in no time never mind drawing the Alpha born werewolf's blood.”
“Actually…,” Kira chirped in. “Scott told me after he was turned into a werewolf that… my scent is sweet like their omega…”
“Are you sure he wasn’t just trying to get back under your skirt?” Danny snickered, which awarded him a nasty smack from Kira.
“Wait…,” Stiles held up his finger before dashing to one of the bookshelves inside the library. He took his time before grabbed one thick spell book. He took the said book and flipped the pages furiously until he stopped at one particular page. When he lifted his face, he had a wide grin on it. “Guys, I think the idea is sound…”
“Omega werewolf’s scent potion? What is that?” Lydia peeked to the page, wrinkling her nose.
“This, my beloved sister, is our key to entering that damned school,” Stiles poked the page excitedly. “This potion will make us smell like an omega. I’ve always suspected that our scent and pheromones are basically similar with werewolf omega’s because we could easily spell-bound our potential suitors with it. Now, nice ol’ Scott has confirmed that Kira does smell like their omega. So, if we use this potion, it’ll be easy for us to blend into their kind.”
“But omega is a rare and highly coveted species,” Kira interposed. “Won’t we get ravaged as soon as we step into that school?”
“Au contraire, milady,” Danny grinned. “The last policy regarding omegas has given them higher protection at school and public places. I think Stiles’ strategy is workable. If we infiltrate the school as omegas, we could draw the Alpha’s attention easily, grab what we need, and dash off. Moreover, the director is a spark, and the vice-director is a hellhound. They certainly would honor the policy and make sure to give us the protection we need. We don’t have to be afraid of being assaulted by any of those filthy Alphas.”
Lydia clapped her hands excitedly. “Great, then! Let’s just do that!!”
“One more thing, tho’,” Kira flicked her fingers. “This school is a boarding school it might take at least weeks to complete this mission. What will you say to Mrs. Stilinski?”
“Worry not,” Lydia puffed her chest proudly, “I’ve happened to have found an institution to treat mom for the time being. She has agreed to stay there for a while and let Mrs. Yukimura to handle the council business. Hasn’t your mom tell you about it, Kir’? No? Okay, in short, it settled on our mom’s side. We have one month, more or less.”
“Okay, since my mom will get busy in the council I’ll just tell her that I’d like to spend more time at your house taking care of you. But we need to get back once in a while, tho. In case my mom comes to check.”
Lydia nodded and flickered her eyes to Danny. “What about you, Dan?”
“Ah, don’t worry. My parents are still on their all-around-the-world second honeymoon trip. They won’t be home for another two months.”
Stiles nodded. “I’ll start to make the potion, then.”
“And I’ll hack the system to forge our documents. Tomorrow, we’ll be a group of strayed omegas in need of school,” Danny grinned, tapping his laptop cheerfully.
And that was how the four kitsunes entered the Beacon Hills High School and were about to have the experience of their lifetime.
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