No Pair
They were like ghosts as they walked down the industrial district of Beacon Hills, California.
Stiles hadn't been there since the day he disappeared which was 70 years ago and he's changed...a lot.
They were changes that he'd have rather lived without but he knew that the Nemeton needed him to have those changes now that he was back in Beacon Hills. The magic he sensed coming from the ground was even more potent than he'd ever sensed before even when he was in New York.
Something was coming, but he and Bucky didn't exactly know what it was yet.
Coming upon an abandoned bank, he sent a pulse of magic from his body and into the ground to see if the two of them could hide out inside it but, what came back to him, was something that caused him to be alarmed.
"Sleduy saa mnoy" he muttered in a tone that should bypass the hearing range most supernaturals can hear in. With Bucky's nod, they both quietly entered the decrepit bank that had obviously seen better days in its prime.
Quietly making their way through, it wasn't until they were both nearly right up on top of the people inside that Stiles and Bucky could finally hear them.
Stiles quickly masked their scents so that none of the people inside could sense them and attack without both former assassins knowing what they were dealing with.
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Translation:
Sleduy saa mnoy - Follow me