A Revenge

Ethan drove to the location, a simple cabin, but there were armed guards outside, taking shifts. Unfortunately, he had to bring Derek's sister along, who wouldn't stop arguing with her brother about the torture they would inflict on the man who killed their older sister.

Family problems should be left to the family, Ethan thought, as he had his own situations to deal with. But Cora's attitude, like that of a grumpy girl ready to fight everyone without thinking about the consequences, was something entirely different.

Ethan was reminded of his chihuahua, that tiny thing that would pick fights with anyone without realizing its own size.

"What are you staring at?" Cora noticed Ethan's gaze and asked with a hint of anger.

"It's nothing." Ethan turned his gaze forward, saying nothing more.

Derek grew even more nervous. He had a significant problem—first, he couldn't deny his sister Cora anything because of the guilt he felt for being responsible for their family's death, and second, he wanted to protect her.

But being unable to deny her revenge that was just for both of them, he had to involve her in many dangerous things.

"I like this car," Derek said, not knowing what else to talk about.

Ethan noticed this and said, "How much time do you need?"

"Five hours." Cora wanted to torture him very slowly.

"Just a few minutes."

"As a suggestion, you two should agree on this. I don't want to be here all day, as I have a meeting with a professor," Ethan said, remembering he had invited Bobby to watch a lacrosse game.

Derek couldn't give a precise answer, so he said, "We'll do it as quickly as possible."

"Don't forget, you have to be the alpha," Ethan said, looking at Derek seriously.

Cora, hearing this, asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

"None at all, miss, but your experience leaves much to be desired," Ethan replied as he looked into the rearview mirror and parked directly.

Cora, watching Ethan get out of the car, muttered, "I hate that guy."

"Well, we owe him a lot. If I were you, I'd start channeling that anger into something useful," Derek muttered as he too got out of the car.

Stiles approached and shouted, "This is the perfect place where my psycho best friend would have his ex kidnapped, just before she marries the neighbor."

Scott's words got stuck in his throat when he saw all those armed people around and whispered, "Those are weapons to kill wolves."

"Scott, just because they're weapons, it doesn't mean they're prepared to kill wolves." Stiles tried to calm his friend, assuring him that not everyone wanted to kill him.

But before they could follow the others, an agent said, "These weapons are special for killing werewolves. A single bullet would release a toxic substance that would kill the werewolf in less than a few minutes."

"Mother of God..." Stiles didn't know what to say, and neither did his friend.

"By the way, who are you?"

Stiles puffed out his chest and said with a confident look, "I'm a field detective. Remember the operation to take down Slenderman? I was the one who filed the first suspicious report on that case. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to join my boss, Ethan Winchester."

The agents nodded slightly, giving Stiles credit, as he didn't seem to be lying.

Scott, with a more confused smile, said, "I helped him too."

When they entered the cabin, they noticed a space in the floor that led down to a basement. Neither of them found it strange, so they went down without thinking twice. But when they saw what was happening, they froze.

"Why did you do it?!"

"Come on, nephew, Laura didn't have the guts needed to take revenge for what happened to our family. You didn't do anything, either. You just hid like the rats you are, afraid of hunters like these who simply use us to maintain world peace." Peter, who was chained by all four limbs, shouted when he saw Ethan sitting not too far away on a wooden bench.

Derek was euphoric, furious that his uncle had killed his older sister.

His own uncle had murdered his niece.