Whatever It Takes {Teen Wolf X Reader}

50. The Dark Moon

Paris, France, One month ago

"Good evening, Mr Visage" You greeted the Alpha, case in hand.

"Evening, Miss Hale. I was under the impression that Mr Argent would be joining us" He unlocked the back door to his club.

"He's just running a little late. He told me to carry on with the deal even if he can't be here himself" You shrugged.

"So, what exactly are the you selling ?" He pulled out your chair, waiting until you'd taken a seat to sit down himself.

"An 1836 Colt Paterson Revolver" You opened the case to reveal the weapon.

"How much ? I've wanted one of these for a long time" Jake reached inside his jacket, pulling out several stacks of cash.

"To do what, kill your Betas with ?" You scoffed.

"You're a werewolf ... I knew I'd heard that name before. You're Talia Hale's niece, Peter Hale's daughter" He nodded in realization.

"And I have my father's temper" Your werewolf eyes shine in the darkness of the club.

"I should've known this was a trap" Jake mumbled, pushing away from the table.

"Yeah, you really should've, Mr Visage" You covered your ears, Argent takes that as his signal to set off an emitter.

Chris shoots him in the leg, disabling his ability to escape, you front flipped over him, fully transformed.

"Hundreds of people have tried and failed to kill me. What makes you think your so special ?" He growls.

"I'm a Hale. I don't like when odds aren't in my favour. That's why I brought back up" You gestured to Chris who had come out of his hiding spot, Braeden in tow.

"A werewolf, a hunter and a mercenary. You haven't given yourself a better chance at winning -- unless you're too weak to fight me on your own" He grins, knowing he's getting undern your skin.

"I'm more than capable of fighting my own battles. These two are here to kill anyone that tries to intervene" You hand something to Argent, Visage couldn't see what it was.

"Well, I hope you don't mind that I brought some back up of my own ... Relax, petit loup, they won't intervene either" He smirked, you turned around to see that Braeden and Argent had a set of claws pressed against their throats.

"Tous les mêmes" You mumbled under your breathe, recalling how the Alpha's you and the pack have faced in the past all acted in a similar manner to him.

"You speak French ?" His eyes followed your every move.

"A little" You shrugged, you knew bits of most languages.

"Ce sera ton dernier combat, petit loup" You understood the threat immediately, he'd warned that this would be your last fight.

"My final fight, huh ? Yeah, maybe ... as a beta" You charged at him, tackling him into the bar, smashing glass and bottles as his body made contact.

He grabbed a bottle that he hadn't destroyed, smashing it over your head.

You stumbled, he gripped your shirt, tossing you over the bar, destroying more shelves and bottles of expensive champagne.

He roared, his eyes such a deep shade of crimson they almost appeared black in the lighting, he had transformed into a demon wolf.

"You missed that part out" You remark as Argent rolls his eyes.

"I knew you wouldn't come if I did tell you" He reasoned.

You turned your attention back to the matter at hand, killing Jake Visage, you grasped his tie, pulling on the material, restricting the amount of air entering his lungs.