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Poison. Poison was a woman’s weapon.
Yet, Stiles had made the macarons and followed the poison’s recipe.
Derek was glad that Stiles was helping him end the Argents, even if that hurt Stiles’s best friend.
‘Ready?’ Derek asks.
‘Ready,’ Stiles responded.
He couldn’t believe he was doing this.
How could he do this?
His brother, in every-thing but blood, would go mad with grief.
Stiles didn’t care then; The Argents destroyed Derek’s family.
Now, The Hales would kill the Argents.
He looked at the cherry macarons and wanted to eat one.
However, there was poison on them.
The jeep’s wheels moved on the dirt road towards the Argent’s home.
‘Do you think the poison recipe is correct?’ Asks Derek.
‘I’m 100 percent sure it’s correct,’ Stiles said.
‘Well, off to The Argent’s house we go,’ Whistled Derek.