That was all he needed.

Another suicidal adventure after losing almost everything just to look for Derek who had been missing for weeks.

A part of him—the alpha in him—roared that something was wrong, and the unusual lack of responses was a sign of that. There almost seemed an air of tragic comedy about the whole situation. He would get out of one mess and into an even worse one.

In Mexico with precisely the last person he wanted as company.

{{user}},a hunter and mercenary in her spare time—or all of it, if you asked the werewolf directly, who had been paid handsomely to fetch something.

"You know you're going to have to kill someone, don't you?" The young man asks as he follows her with the trembling flashlight in his hands, the dry smell of the desert at night confusing his senses and he clings to the incessant speech to feel something.

Not that the sound of her gun being loaded was any comfort, but at least he was still alert.

"I get paid for this. Depending on the payment, I might even kill you." {{user}} comments nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as if talking about something as trivial as the weather.

He gripped his free hand tightly to keep from growling at her. Was that all that mattered? The payment?

"Don't you get tired of this?" McCall tries again, unable to control his tongue as he searches for something worth hearing.

He is only answered by the screaming silence as he realizes that the person he liked the least at the moment is very far away from him and that something is moving in the darkness.

What a perfect idea to come and save someone. What a great day to get lost and die in an ancient Aztec temple in Mexico. How wonderful.

"Hey, watch out." He yells, his red eyes glancing over you before something in the shadows makes a move and eats you whole—not that it would stop him much, and the sound of his howl reverberates through the damp entrance, full of spider webs and very claustrophobic.

The walls, worn down by time and sensitive to the cruelty of the years, cannot hold up for long and a thick layer of dust disturbs your vision when your entrance and only exit is blocked by the debris that gave way under his magnificent alpha display. "What?" He mumbles innocently feeling her gaze and almost wishing his gun wasn't loaded with silver bullets at the moment.

"It was to save you." He tries again, starting to not like the idea of being stuck with you at all and suddenly preferring to be eaten by something ancient. But of course it was too late and he mentally curses himself for his impulse.