Eleven

FROM: Scotty

Liam is missing. Come back to school.

Sierra closed her eyes when she saw the message, too many possibilities running through her head. Stiles, herself and Lydia were still at the sheriff's station, about to leave with Parrish to go to Eichen. Never in her life had she wished she could be in two places at once. Sighing, she rejoined Stiles's side, grabbing onto his elbow so he'd look down at her.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, noticing her concerned face.

"I need you to take me back to the school," Sierra told him, not giving any details. "Please?"

Confused, Stiles cinched his eyebrows together. "Sierra, we're literally about to go to Eichen. And I remember you specifically telling me five minutes ago that me and Lydia were supposed to stay right behind you and Parrish the entire time because you don't trust it."

"I know what I said," Sierra nodded, blowing out a heavy breath, "but Scott needs my help with something else. And I know you'll be safe with Parrish."

Stiles tilted his head, wanting more information. "Babe, what's really going on?"

"Liam's missing."

Stiles widened his eyes; that hadn't been what he was expecting. Sierra acknowledged his surprise and continued, "Scott hasn't given me anything else. Just that I need to get back to the school."

"Okay, okay," he soothed, holding onto her forearms and recognizing the panic that flashed through her blue irises. "Everything is going to be fine, alright? "

"You don't know that," Sierra shook her head, gripping onto him tightly. "What if Garrett got to him? Or, or someone else that we don't know anything about?"

"Hey, you can't let yourself think like that," Stiles advised her seriously. "Don't worry, I'll drop you off and then meet Lydia and Parrish at Eichen."

"I mean, I know we don't know Liam that well, but he's becoming someone I really care about," Sierra revealed, leaning her head on Stiles's chest while he pulled her into a hug. "He's like the little brother I've never had."

"You're going to find him," Stiles remained optimistic, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I know it. Now, come on, the sooner we get you back to the school, the sooner you can start looking for him."

*^*^*^*^*

Scott didn't want to tell Sierra the truth. He could smell her worry before she even came into view and guilt twisted his insides as he thought about what he was about to tell her.

After checking with Coach and Mason, Scott discovered that Liam disappeared during a jog with his best friend. He missed all of his morning classes and wasn't responding to the multitude of messages being sent his way. Scott didn't know what to think. Until he got the phone call.

Garrett.

One of the infamous orphaned assassins that already murdered two werewolves, and attempted to kill Brett the previous weekend.

He wanted his money Scott and Sierra stashed under Scott's bed and he wanted Violet, his girlfriend, back. Otherwise they'd never see Liam again.

Sierra was seething when she found out, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. It took every ounce of control for her to not pounce on Garrett when she laid eyes on him. Scott kept sending her concerned glances, standing close enough to keep her back if he needed to.

They were meeting between two buses, mostly because if anyone spotted Garrett the police would be called. The blonde freshman stood across from them with his hands in his leather jacket, his eyes focused into a glare.

Scott couldn't take the silence anymore. "Okay, what do you want? Do you want us to get Stilinski? We can do that. Or, or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent."

"You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge?" Garrett scoffed, obviously angry to be even standing next to them. "I'm not getting help from a werewolf or an empath because I want you guys to talk to someone."

Sierra grit her teeth, annoyed by the tone he used. "Then what do you want us to do?"

"Look, they're transferring Violet to a federal facility," Garrett informed them, his jaw clenched as he stared at them. "You two aren't going to let that happen."

"How?" Scott demanded.

"My guess is they're going to put her in a car," Sierra spoke up, studying the way Garrett's eyebrows twitched. "You want us to follow it?"

"Surprisingly, the empath is right," Garrett agreed, twisting his lacrosse stick. "What'd you do? Sense my thoughts?"

Sierra narrowed her eyes. "You don't even know what I'm capable of, blondie," she spat. "So I'd watch yourself."

Scott grabbed her elbow as she stepped forward, sending her a warning glance. "You want us to attack a car?" he asked Garrett, getting them back on track. "That's your plan?"

"You're an alpha," Garrett replied sharply. "If you can't stop one little car, then one little beta is going to die." He held up his lacrosse stick, pushing a button so the hidden dagger sprang up. "I stabbed your boy with a blade dipped in wolfsbane. Once it gets to the heart?"

A little smirk appeared on his lips.

"Bad things happen."

*^*^*^*^*

Eichen House.

Just the name twisted Stiles's stomach. Being back in a place where he almost died of course didn't sit right in his head, memories of the Nogitsune making him gulp as he followed Lydia and Parrish through the front doors.

He couldn't lie; he wished Sierra was with him. Just her presence would've calmed him down, especially after a familiar face appeared.

"Hey!" Brunski shouted at the orderly that was going to let them in Meredith's room. "What do you think you're doing?"

The burly man stalked over as Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose, not believing his luck. "Not this guy again," he mumbled, Lydia looking at him in confusion.

"What the hell are we running here?" Brunski demanded, snatching the keys from the other orderly. "A bed and breakfast? We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge."

"We need to talk to Meredith Walker," Deputy Parrish spoke up firmly, making Brunski turn around. "It involves a murder investigation."

Brunski replied instantly, not hiding his distaste for the teenagers, "Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these two, especially that one..." He pointed to Stiles. "They're outta here."

"They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation," Parrish argued calmly.

"I wouldn't have brought them here if it wasn't absolutely... crucial."

Brunski grit his teeth, "Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen." He turned on his heel, stepping closer to Stiles with a bitter tongue. "As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full."

Stiles held his breath to keep himself from lashing out, making Brunski smirk evilly. "That's right. Your daddy may be the sheriff but he's late on the bills." He lowered his voice to a whisper, mocking him. "I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh?"

"Well, they do help you with a favor," Parrish interceded, catching Brunski's attention. "Like...how about a month ago, Canaan P.D. helped you get home after blowing a point one on a breathalyzer."

Stiles's jaw dropped, and he couldn't fight the grin that threatened to overtake his face at the news. Brunski scowled, turning back to Stiles without a choice. "Alright," he handed him the keys, "I'm not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all."

Stiles chuckled, watching the man step back in amusement. Once he turned the corner, Stiles pat Parrish on the back. "You, you... I like you."

"I'm going to keep you."

Parrish replied jokingly, taking the keys from him to unlock the door. "I appreciate the job security, Stiles."

When they walked in the room, Meredith was sitting perfectly still on the side of her bed. Except this time, she claimed she couldn't help them.

The night of the lacrosse scrimmage, she provided Malia and Lydia with four numbers that ended up turning into Aiden's name, breaking the second part of the dead pool. Lydia didn't know how to get the third without her.

Stiles and Lydia sat across from the banshee, while Parrish remained standing at the door. "It doesn't matter if you give it to us in numbers, letters," Stiles listed off with his fingers. "Hell, we'll even take hieroglyphics. Whatever you want."

Meredith barely shook her head. "I can't."

"Then why did you give us the second key?" Lydia asked, holding back her annoyance. They weren't asking for much.

"I wanted to help," Meredith answered. "That's what I wanna do, I wanna help."

"Great!" Lydia exclaimed, instructing her to help them now. "Okay? Give us the third cipher key."

Meredith wasn't sure. "Things...things have changed. I-I can't."

"Why not?" Stiles pushed.

"Guys," Parrish spoke up quietly. "Go easy on her."

Meredith felt guilty, but the guy in her head didn't want her to say anything. Stiles and Lydia exchanged confused glances hearing this, making Lydia question, "Meredith, who doesn't want you to tell us the third cipher key?"

Meredith hesitated, tears gathering in her dark eyes. But she stated, "The Benefactor."

Instantly, Lydia stood up. "What's his name?" But Meredith stayed quiet. "Just tell us his name."

"Okay, you're shaking your head," Stiles observed. "Does that mean you don't know? Or that you don't want to help us?"

"I-I can't," Meredith repeated, feeling her heart rate pick up. "I-I can't help anymore."

Lydia glanced at Stiles, exasperated, but he just replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't know how to get Meredith to talk; he wasn't good with people. He always let Sierra do the communicating. "How do you know about him?" he tuned back in as Lydia asked.

Meredith started to shake her head, back and forth repeatedly in a frenzy, making Parrish speak up again. "Guys, I think we better stop--"

"Meredith," Lydia called her name, not ready to give up. Her frustration with the situation came loose as she raised her voice. "A lot of people are going to die if you don't tell us."

"I-I don't, I don't know, I don't know," Meredith's breaths became shallow as she panicked, mumbling incoherently.

"Meredith, it's okay, you're going to be alright," Parrish took a step forward, wanting her to calm down.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Too many voices were shouting, fighting for Meredith's attention. She gripped the sides of her head from the pain, screaming, "I DON'T KNOW!"

Stiles caught Lydia as she stumbled back from the other banshee, it echoing through her head. He looked back at Meredith with widened eyes as she curled herself into a ball, while Lydia clutched her ear.

Stiles gently held Lydia's cheek, turning her head to see blood dripping down the side of her face.

"We need to go," Parrish decided, motioning to the two. "Come on, let's give her some space."

Lydia clung to Stiles, obviously shaken by what happened to her as they left the mental institution. Stiles couldn't wrap his head around it either,  helping her into the jeep and realizing the trip had been a waste of time. They still didn't know who the Benefactor was, or what name would be the final cipher key.

Glancing at Lydia, who stared outside the jeep window in a daze, Stiles prayed Scott and Sierra were having better luck with Liam.

*^*^*^*^*

They weren't.

They had tried everything they could from talking Garrett out of his ridiculous plan, but the boy's mind was set. Sierra felt horrible sitting in the black SUV, leaning forward between the two seats so she could talk with Scott, who squirmed uncomfortably.

After going to the police station, Scott found out Sheriff Stilinski and his dad were going to be driving the car. And it was supposed to drive by at any moment.

"This isn't going to work," Scott sighed, looking at the tranquilizer gun Garrett placed in his lap.

"All you have to do is stop the car," Garrett replied, annoyed. He felt like he had explained it a million times. "I'll take care of the rest."

"Yes, because that definitely makes us feel better about committing a federal crime," Sierra snapped.

Garrett scoffed in disbelief, "Are you trying to tell me you and your little wolf pack have never broken the law before?"

"Of course we've broken the law," Sierra rolled her eyes. "But at least we do it to help people. You're a murderer."

"Boy's gotta eat."

"Oh my god."

"Would you two shut up?" Scott hissed, the tension from the situation making him aggravated. "Look, there's the car. Let's just get this over with."

He threw up the hood on his black sweatshirt as Garrett slowly pulled out from where they had been parked on the side of the road. Sierra held her breath, her thoughts only surrounding Liam and how she wished she could kick Garrett's butt to the curb instead of following his scheme. "There's a stop sign half a mile ahead," he informed Scott.

"So I take out the tires with my claws?" Scott clarified, furrowing his brows together.

"Teeth, claws, heat vision, whatever, I don't care," Garrett huffed, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Heat vision?" Sierra echoed, scrunching up her nose. "Dude, we're not Superman."

"Just get ready to go, Page."

"Woah, woah, woah," Scott rushed out, seeing the transport vehicle tipped over through the fog. "Stop the car, Garrett! Stop the car!"

Garrett hit the brakes, Scott grabbing onto Sierra before she could fly through the windshield at the sudden stop. Sierra's eyes widened once she saw the hazard lights, remembering how Stiles's dad was driving. Throwing open the door, she leaped out of the car with Scott right on her heels.

"Dad!" he called out desperately, sprinting over to the bodies sprawled on the pavement. "Dad!'

Sierra scanned the scene while Scott located Noah and his father, kneeling in front of them. Something about the energy in the air caused goosebumps to appear on her arms. "Violet's not here!" Scott was telling Garrett, next to the sheriff. "She's not in the car, she's gone!"

"Scott, something doesn't feel right," Sierra called out to him. She kept her hand poised in front of her, thinking that she was being paranoid.

"Scott, listen to me," Noah grabbed his attention, wincing from his injuries. "They're still here. They're still here."

A familiar growl sent chills down Scott's spine and he quickly turned around, seeing the Berserker emerge from the darkness. "Sierra!" he screamed, but it was too late.

The warrior attacked her from behind, catching her off guard. With one fierce swing, Sierra collapsed onto the concrete. Her body falling into a crumbled heap, the deep cut on her forehead oozing blood.

Garrett swung his two-sided dagger once he saw the Berserker, trying to taunt it. "You want me? Come on, come and get me!" The Berserker didn't even move, its feet planted in the ground as it growled. "Yeah, you're not so tough! You're not so big!"

He spoke too soon.

Scott watched with wide eyes as Garrett was swiftly stabbed from the back, another Berserker lifting his body into the air before merely throwing him aside.

"Scott!" Noah yelled, seeing the other one move towards him. "Look out!"

Scott couldn't remember what happened after that. All he felt in those next seconds was seering pain, but then everything went black.

*^*^*^*^*

"Please, tell me I'm not dead."

Those were the first words that Sierra groaned when she woke up, the bright lights in the clinic making her wince. "'Cause Stiles would resurrect me just to kick my ass."

She heard Deaton chuckle. "You're not dead, Sierra," he assured. "You're in the exam room, and you're safe."

"Look's like he's waking up too," another voice caught the vet's attention as Sierra sat up, dizziness striking her. "Hey, take it easy, Sierra. You got hit pretty hard."

"Argent?"

The former hunter smiled softly at her, "In the flesh."

"Oh, thank god," she sighed in relief, holding her arms out for a hug. "We've really missed you, man."

"I've missed you too," he chuckled, hugging her back. "But we were kind of hoping you and Scott would stay unconscious for a little while longer."

"What, why?" Sierra demanded, blinking multiple times. "Where is he?"

"He's right here."

Her head snapped to Deaton, who stood beside the table where Scott was trying to sit up. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of a dagger sticking out of his chest. "Oh, God."

"Scott," Argent called the boy out of his confusion. "This is going to hurt."

"Sierra, turn around," Deaton instructed, the girl snorting.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

Scott didn't say anything, bracing himself as Argent took hold of the dagger's handle. He squeezed his eyes shut as he screamed, gasping as the weapon was removed from his chest. His head fell back onto the table, curses slipping from his mouth as his skin healed.

"Where's my dad and the sheriff?" Scott interrogated, sitting up as Deaton pressed some gauze on his wound. His eyes fell to Sierra, who turned back around to face him as she held her head. "Are you alright?"

"Relax, I'll be okay," she replied gently, pointing to the band-aid on her forehead. "I already feel it healing."

"And both your dad and the sheriff are safely at the hospital," Deaton informed him. "They're both fine. Now, hold this."

Scott relaxed only slightly. "It was Kate," he told Chris, remembering the Berserkers.

"We know," Chris nodded. "But they move fast, and they don't leave much in the way of tracks."

"We have to find her," Sierra decided, Scott agreeing without hesitation. "She took Violet and we need Violet to find Liam. The only other person who knew where he was, was Garrett."

"Then as much as this hurt," Deaton started, holding up the Berserker dagger, "it may also help. Can you get a scent?"

Scott didn't even need to touch it, the smell of death hitting him instantly.

"Hell yeah."

*^*^*^*^*

While Scott chose to run on foot, Sierra opted to follow him by riding with Argent in a red SUV. The sun had already set in Beacon Hills, but the two weren't giving up yet. They were going to find Liam, no matter what.

The trail from the dagger led them to an abandoned warehouse, twenty minutes outside city limits. Argent recognized it almost immediately. "I worked here," he shared, once Sierra questioned the look on his face. "I used to own the building; it was apart of our business."

"We've fought these things before," Scott announced to him. "They're strong. Very strong."

"Well, that's why I brought this."

Chris opened the back door to the SUV, pulling out a machine gun that had been resting on the seat. Sierra and Scott exchanged surprised, but impressed, glances. "We're good with that," Scott stated, nodding his head, which made Sierra bite back a smile.

"Definitely ready to kick some ass."

White tarps practically covered everything, Sierra observed as they cautiously walked through the room. Only the emergency lights were on, giving them barely any sight to what they could be walking into. Argent kept his hand on the trigger, just like Sierra kept her hand poised at her side. It never hurt to be careful.

"You shouldn't have come."

Hearing Kate's voice made them freeze, all three of them glancing around the machines.

"Kate," Sierra spoke first, the name echoing through the room. "We're here for Violet; we need to talk to her."

Argent nudged his head to the right, Scott nodding and motioning for Sierra to follow them. Kate replied, off topic, "I knew you would find me."

Her shadow appeared on the tarp on front of them, Chris instantly aiming his gun at her. "I was hoping we could do this later." Her boots clanked against the ground, her shadow getting smaller as she stepped closer. "I just...needed more time."

Sierra adjusted her footing at the sight of two Berserkers appearing on Kate's side, gulping down her nerves.

"For what?" Chris demanded.

"To learn control." Kate stayed in the dark, telling her brother to lower the gun so they could walk away. "You don't have to get hurt."

"Where's Violet?" Scott reiterated Sierra's earlier question. He didn't care about Kate; he cared about Liam.

Kate stepped into the light, her normal eyes hiding underneath an emerald abyss while her fangs poked out of her mouth. "Put the gun down, Chris," she instructed him once again.

Sierra clenched her jaw, "Kate, where is Violet?"

Scott and Sierra knew the tension was rising between the siblings, Kate growling under her breath while Chris's finger hesitated near the trigger. "No, no!" Scott shouted once the Berserkers charged, Chris firing bullet after bullet.

"Chris, stop!" Sierra tried, but Kate appeared in front of her brother before she could do anything. Kate knocked the machine gun to the ground, sending a sharp punch into Chris's jaw. Sierra and Scott dodged the Berserker's attempts to hurt them, Sierra diving out of the way just as one slammed its fist down into a table, smashing it to pieces.

Scott was thrown into a support beam, the weak material sending him to the cement. Sierra threw her hands out to the one that attacked her, the few lights sparking from her power. The seismic blast knocked the Berserker off balance, allowing her to flip and knock her foot into the animal skull. It stumbled only slightly, but Sierra was determined to keep fighting.

Scott managed to get on the other Berserker's back, trying to bring it down. But all it did was slam him through a wall. He groaned from the harsh impact, slowly getting back to his feet. And then his eyes landed on Violet.

Her dark brown eyes stared aimlessly forward. Blood soaked through her clothes, her body slumped.

"Oh my God."

Scott's head snapped over to Sierra, who had appeared to help him. But she had seen the freshman, and the claw marks that covered her from head to toe. It was clear that Violet was dead.

Sierra blinked back her tears from the gruesome sight, exhaling as she helped get Scott back on his feet. "H-how are we going to find Liam now?" she asked him.

"I, I don't know." Scott wrapped an arm around Sierra's shoulder, protecting her from having to look Violet any longer. "But we'll figure it out."

A loud growl bounced off the walls, making everything around them tremble. The pair exchanged glances, before taking off back where the fight had started. By the time they reached Chris, the Berserkers and Kate had fled the scene.

Both helped him to his feet, the man apologizing, "I'm sorry about Violet. But there's still time to find Liam. Okay, there's still time."

Sierra cast her eyes to the ground, not knowing what to do as Scott grabbed her hand for assurance.

And then they heard Liam's roar.

Neither of them knew how, but they didn't waste time thinking about it. The only person on their minds was Liam.

They sprinted through the woods, dodging trees and kicking up the leaves. Once Scott picked up his scent they ran faster, pushing themselves more than they had ever before. "He has to be trapped somewhere!" Scott shouted to Sierra as he jumped over a fallen tree, sticking his nose in the air. "Come on!"

"Wait, Scott!" Sierra suddenly grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop. "Look there! In that clearing!"

"Is that--" Scott cut himself off, panting as his eyes widened.

Sierra nodded her head rapidly. "It's a well!"

The two didn't hesitate, using all they had to race across the dirt, their shoes squishing in the mud. "Please, please, please," Sierra prayed, right behind Scott, who looked down the small opening in the abandoned well.

When she saw Liam's face appear, Sierra wanted to cry. She held herself back, waiting for Scott to completely pull the boy up.

Liam couldn't stop himself from trembling, tears streaming down his face the second Sierra pulled him into her arms. He gripped onto her arm, burying his face in her shoulder. "You're okay," she soothed into his ear, holding him close to her. "You're alright, Liam, you're okay."

Unable to contain himself, Scott wrapped his arms around his other side, hugging both of them tightly. He didn't know what he would've done if they had come too late.

"We need to get him to Deaton," Scott declared, once he pulled back.

Sierra agreed, pushing Liam's wet hair out of his eyes. "Can you stand?" she asked him quietly.

He was still shaking, nodding his head. "Y-Yeah."

Sierra turned to Scott with determination in her eyes. "Let's get him out of here."

By the time they arrived at the clinic, Liam had passed out in the back seat of Argent's SUV. Scott carried him in quickly, Sierra holding the door open while Argent followed them inside. Deaton still had the back room clear from when Scott and Sierra visited earlier, so he was able to rest Liam down right away. Just like he had done to Brett, Deaton cut an incision right down the middle of his stomach to let the poison out.

The wolfsbane appeared in a cloud, dissolving into the air much to Sierra and Scott's relief. Liam relaxed on the table, asleep, but could now breathe easy. Due to the potential heart attacks they almost suffered, Scott kept his best friend beside him, resting his head on top of hers. "I don't want to keep watching people die," he commented quietly, rubbing her arm.

Argent spoke up, staring at the pair with softened eyes. "I'm not sure you have much choice about that."

"Maybe we do."

Scott looked down at Sierra, surprised that she spoke. But Deaton warned them, "That's a lot of burden to carry."

"I don't care," Sierra responded honestly, knowing Scott felt the same way. "And it's not like we're trying to do it on our own; we have each other."

"She's right," Scott nodded. "No one else dies. Everyone on that list. Everyone on that dead pool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever."

"We're gonna save everyone."

*^*^*^*^*

Sierra's hugs never failed to make Stiles feel safe.

He didn't know if it was because of the way his heart raced from having her body so close. Or how she buried her head in his neck, holding onto him tightly. Stiles held no clue. Whatever it was, he was addicted.

And the second he laid eyes on her, having raced over to Scott's house when she called, he didn't want to let her go.

Her arms wrapped around his torso, her vanilla perfume hitting his nose as he inhaled. "Lydia told me everything," she mumbled into his shoulder, her eyes closed. "Is it true? You broke the last part of the dead pool?"

Stiles sighed, nodding his head. "Yeah, it's true. And Liam and Malia are both on it." Even though she stepped back, Stiles kept their hands intertwined. "He's okay, right?"

Scott spoke up, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Yeah, he's fine. Argent helped us get him home before we came here."

"And Meredith...." Sierra didn't let herself finish. "How's Lydia?"

"She blames herself," Stiles answered, taking a seat on the floor as Sierra sat beside him. "I mean, Meredith was the only other banshee she knew, and Lydia thinks she pushed her over the edge. We were calling Parrish about finding Meredith's name on the list, and that's when he told us."

"So what name broke the dead pool?" Scott asked, sliding off of his bed to join them on the floor.

"Derek."

Sierra's jaw dropped in disbelief. "How is that possible? Derek's not dead."

"Lydia had a, uh, a prediction, I guess?" Stiles tried to explain the process, but he barely understood it himself. "I don't know, we think that it's a sign that he's going to die."

"No way," Sierra shook her head. "I am not letting Jemma go through something like that. I'm texting her right now." Pulling out her cellphone, she unlocked her screen just as Scott snatched it from her. "Hey!"

"Her and Derek are already busy with finding Satomi's pack," Scott reminded her. "And they know they're on the dead pool. We don't need to add even more worry."

"But Lydia's predictions are never wrong," Sierra argued.

Scott tilted his head, letting out a sigh. "Sierra, we have something else we need to take care of first." Recognition flickered through her eyes and she got quiet.

"Oh."

"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked, glancing between them.

"We didn't just call you over to talk about Meredith or Liam," Scott explained, moving to pull something out from under his bed. "Sierra and I discovered something...interesting when we searched Garrett's locker."

He moved the red lacrosse bag in the middle of the triangle they had formed, Stiles looking at it in confusion. But when Scott unzipped it, Stiles quickly understood what was going on.

He just stared at the money, Sierra and Scott looking at one another nervously until he finally questioned, "Have you counted it yet?"

"No."

Stiles let out the breath he had been holding. "We should... probably count it."

Stiles and Scott picked up separate ends of the bag, turning it over together. Piles upon piles spilled onto the floor, but Sierra grabbed something that clearly stuck out.

Flipping it over in her hands, Sierra's eyebrows furrowed together. Stiles and Scott didn't understand the meaning of the mix tape, but all three of them noticed the words written in black sharpie on the side.

PLAY ME.