My True Pack.

Chapter 25

Thoma's Point of View.

I ran to the building and fell down a hill of junk. But got up so quick that I almost fell again. Anyways, I ran and saw Lydia. Her face had sorrow on it and looked at me with sad eyes. When I mouthed her if it was me who died, she shook her head but then looked down. Tears falling down her cheeks.

"Yo, Stiles, are you okay?" Liam asked.

I looked at myself and saw that I was covered in dirt and I gave them a smile.

"Sorry, sometimes I forget that I'm blind from one eye." I shook my head. "But weren't going to talk about my blindness today."

"Good that." Minho answered and all the attention went back to Lydia.

"What happened, Lyds?" Scott asked.

"Death. There's death. But not only physically, someone will die but not outside. Inside." She whispered.

Everyone looked at me, because for some reason, I was the leader. I looked at them back. "What?"

"Well, what do we do?" Liam asked.

I sighed. "Scott's your Alpha. I'm not even an Alpha."

"Yes, you are. Don't you remember what you are? You're not only an Alpha but a True Alpha." Liam answered again.

I glared at him. "Scott is also an True Alpha and knows more about a pack than me. I mean, I never led a pack before."

"But you have led us. Through the Maze, the Scorch and much more, Thomas. You're an True Alpha but you're different than Scott." Minho explained.

"How so?" I crossed my arms.

"He does what he can. While you do whatever it takes. I guess your assassin side still in you."

I shook my head. "We're getting off topic here." I paused. "I have an idea, that you may not like it. And you'll probably won't."

"I think nothing can impress me anymore, shank." Minho smirked.

"We're going back to WICKED. We are going to kill them from the headquarters." I smiled.

"Alright, I stand corrected." Minho raised his hands into the air.

"Are you kidding, Stiles?! That's your big plan, getting all of us killed?!" Derek Hale growled.

I looked at him. "Not all of you."

"That's madness. You're mad. You--how do you even expect to get in there?"

"We'll help him." A voice said.

I turned around and saw my good old friend of Vince with Harriet and Sonya with him. He smiled at me. "Did you really think that we wouldn't help you, boy?" He laughed.

I went to him and shook his hand. "Vince, haven't seen you in a whole year."

He smiled. "I thought you would be safer in Beacon Hills." He looked at all of us. "I was wrong. Somehow, you have a gift for getting trouble."

I smiled and go to Sonya and Harriet. Who hugged me. "You dumbass, you really can't get a peaceful life!" Harriet joked.

"He's Thomas, what do you think?" Sonya smiled.

"Lizzy?" Newt's voice spoke up.

I turned to see Newt with a shocked face, like if he remembered who was Sonya. He walked slowly towards her, his limp no more. "Is that you Lizzy?"

"No one has call me that in a long time." She said. "Who are you?"

Newt smiled. "Don't you remember me? I'm your big brother. Remember? The one you used to protect even if I was the one who had to protect you."

Something clicked on her mind. Because the puzzled look she had disappeared and a joyful look took the place. She ran and gave a hug to Newt, who smile got bigger.

"Newtie!" She exclaimed.

Newt gave a big joyful laugh. "I think I told you to never call me that, Elizabeth."

"Alright, I'm sorry to break this lovely reunion but who the hell are you?" Derek's voice was heard.

I looked and saw that Scott's pack was confused. I gave them a nod. "This is Vince, Harriet and Lizzy. One of our friends, who helped us get Minho and destroyed the Last City."

Vince gave a glare to Derek. And I couldn't help but smile more. But neither of them found it funny.

"We heard that you want to go back to WICKED and even if that's the craziest idea." Vince gave me a 'dad' look. "We'll help. We have the equipment for that."

"We can break in." Lizzy suggested.

"That won't be needed. Because WICKED is going to open their doors to us." I said.

"Alright, I'm done. This dumbass has lost his mind!" Derek exclaimed.

"Calm down, Sourwolf. Can you at least hear me out?" I gave him my mused look.

"Sourwolf?" Vince asked, also amused.

"Don't ask." Derek growled.

"Anyways, hear me out." I looked at everyone. "As you know, to enter the compound, you need to be a worker or someone important. And thanks to Mark, we'll enter without problem."

"How?" Liam asked.

I took the ID card out of my jacket pocket.

NAME: Thomas.

ID NAME: A2348908709761

RANK: Founder.

SUBJECT: A2

FOUNDER OF WICKED.

"Your ID card?" Scott asked.

"Yes. I thought I lost but somehow Mark got it. It works fine because we used it the time we got Newt out. As a founder I had all the rights to enter anywhere I wanted. And they'll have to hear me anyways." I shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kira asked.

"Want to know by Janson wants to kill all the founders?" I smiled. "Because neither one of actually quit. So, technically, I'm still a founder. Janson can't do a lot because I'm still in control of WICKED. He needs this card to get what he wants and Mark destroyed his and Ava. I have all the rights to go in there and they can't do shit about it."

"Great, Stiles has finally let his bad out." Peter Hale spoke. Making me jump.

"Are you a freakin' jumpscare?! Stop lurking on the shadows! For Christ's sake." I pointed out.

"Anyways, why you think like that? And why now?" Peter smirked.

"Mark said that the only person that could defeat Janson was Mitch Rapp, his mentor. And even if it pains me a lot, I'm ready to make that happen. The assassin I wanted to forget is going to lead this mission."

Scott seemed to like the idea. "So, when do we strike?"

I looked at Vince. "How long do you want to get your people in here?"

He shrugged. "Not that much and the city people wants to kick WICKED's ass. They'll help too. About two hours?"

I nodded. "That's when we strike."

And I grabbed Derek's gun without any problems and he didn't even notice. So, I whistled. "Looking for this?"

He looked at the gun and then where it's supposed to be. "How? You don't even have one hand!"

Vince interrupted. "I think we can change that." He smiled at me. "Do you like Star Wars?"

I threw the gun to Derek without even looking at him and smiled at Vince.

"Very much."