Catching Feelings

Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Shots Fired

[ Trinity ]

"You're not breaking into a bank vault without a plan, Derek."

Trinity walked down the hallway, phone pressed securely to her ear as she spoke to Derek. After finding out the night before about where Erica, Boyd and the other werewolf, he'd been coming up with the idea that he should go to the vault and just take them. "He's my beta, Erica is dead and if I don't do something then so will Boyd."

"I'm not saying leave him there, just have a solid plan Derek. Don't rush into it and not think about every possible outcome."

Derek sighed on the other line and she could hear the faint voices of Scott and Stiles. She was late to the meeting, Sam decided to come home from work early and she had to stall him until he left home again. "I don't have the time to think about every outcome."

Instead of verbally answering, Trinity opened the loft door and hung up the call. "If we're going to do this, what's the plan again?"

Stiles had it all mapped out with red marker on a blueprint of the bank. "They're going to shimmy down this vent, it's small so you're going to need a drill, I'm thinking a diamond bit."

"Forget the drill, how much space will I have?"

"What are you going to do, Derek? Are you going to punch through the wall?"

Derek crossed his arms over his chest and faced the teen. "Yes, Stiles. I'm going to punch through the wall."

The pale boy, whose buzz cut had grown out significantly over the summer, raised a hand a few inches away from the fist he made Derek raise. "You've got about three inches of room to punch through solid—" Stiles' sentence was cut off by the loud whimper of pain he let fall through his lips when Derek punched his open palm with all he had. "He can do it."

"I'll get through the wall, whose following me down?" Trinity raised her hand. "Besides you, you're not going."

"What?" She questioned, not realizing that the others were watching their interaction with curiosity. "Why not? I'm perfectly capable, you've been teaching me how to fight a werewolf all summer. I can do this."

Derek knew she could, Trinity was a strong fighter, she was slim and agile but he didn't want her getting hurt. "No, you're not going."

She was going to fight, but it would waste time. "Okay."

"Trin, I'm serious."

"Okay."

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"Derek's going to kick your ass," Peter stated, sitting comfortably on the couch by the window allowing the full moon to gleam against his skin.

Trinity got ready the moment Derek and Scott left the loft, pulling the gun from the waistband of her jeans and checked the magazine. "He won't know." She was quiet and drove all the way to the bank, following the map that Stiles had made.

She was quiet, sneaking in a just the right time to hear the fight start. "Who is that?"

"Cora, my sister. She's my younger sister."

"What is she doing here?"

"I don't know. I thought she died in the fire."

A hand touched her shoulder and she pointed her gun at them but lowered it once she recognized the face. "Allison, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing but we both know the answer."

Loud growls sounded and Trinity ran towards it, the brunette following behind. In the vault showed Derek fighting off his sister and Scott behind lifted in the air by Boyd, his claws burying itself deep in Scott's stomach draining blood from the wound and his mouth. "Do something!"

Trinity shot Boyd once in the arm, making him retract his hand from Scott's chest, but the loud noise caught the betas attention and seemed to make them angrier. Allison bent down and looked at the black sand—mountain ash locking them inside the room. "Don't!"

It was too late, Allison had already broken open the seal allowing the rogue werewolves out of the vault without a fight. "What the hell did you just do?" Derek yelled loudly, blood dripping from the deep cut in his forehead. "They are going to kill someone."

"They were going to kill you and Scott."

Allison scoffed at the alpha, glaring at him in disgust. "We saved your life and if you want someone to blame, blame yourself. You're the one turning teenagers into monsters."

"No, that's just the rest of your family."

Argent paused, recalling the time when she'd let things get to her and she nearly killed all of her friends. "I've made mistakes."

Derek was angry and he didn't have happy memories with the brunette, he could've cared less about her mistakes. "Almost murdering someone isn't a mistake."

Trinity shushed them all. "We're wasting time. We let them out, big deal. You're alive. So use you're status of living to help us make sure Boyd and Cora don't kill innocent people."