"So why don't you tell us what's really going on?..."

Explaining the situation again was something that Scott didn't really feel like doing- At least not right at this moment anyway. Scott shakes his head and he stares at the pair and he rubs the back of his neck in frustration.

"Where did you two come from anyway? I was under the impression that you two were in Cabo?" Scott asks curiously and Braeden smirks. She walks over to the couch and plops down besides Lydia, flashing the strawberry blonde a flirtatious smile before she says,

"We were in Cabo.. We cut the trip short to come and help you. I'm kind of regretting it now considering the severity of it." She hums, bringing one foot up to rest on the oak coffee table, her italian biker boot making a clunking sound as it hits the wood. Malia makes a face and she walks over to the table and she gently removes Braedens foot from the surface with a soft sigh.

"Braeden." Derek scolds, earning an overly exaggerated eye roll. "What she means to say is, We wish we would have known the whole story before making a decision to come save your ass. I would have came either way, but she could have stayed in Cabo to finish her... job." Derek says with a soft sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. His words are very vague, that's only because they don't need to know the real reason they were in Cabo. It's a subject that Derek nor Braeden wish to talk about so openly, They love their friends but this particular situation doesn't need to be discussed with them just yet. Derek shares a look with Braeden and she looks down at her lap- Her attitude lately has been a way to hide her pain, Derek sees through it though- The others, not so much. Then again, they are left in the dark.

Malia raises a brow and she crosses her arms over her chest as well and she stares at her cousin before sharing a not so pleasant look with the mercenary.
"She could have stayed in Cabo. You both could have. We honestly weren't expecting anyone to come and help, we just wanted you all to know what was going on." She murmurs, running a hand through her brown locks.

Stiles huffs and he stands from his spot on the floor and he sits on the arm of the couch and he shakes his head before he says,

"That's the thing. You guy's didn't tell us what was really going on. The voicemail you left me was very passive." Stiles points out and all Scott can do is nod his head, averting his gaze to the ground.

"We know now what's going on, but we didn't when we all decided to come here. I have a child on the way... Lydia and Callie could have gotten hurt tonight. Lycaon is strong, the original fucking wolf, and you couldn't even tell us that to help us prepare or decide if we wanted to even come back and risk our lives for a town we left behind." Stiles sneers, earning a glare from Malia but a sympathetic look from Derek, which surprised him totally. Lydia sighs and she rests her hand on Stiles leg and she looks up at him.
"To be fair.. I didn't ask any questions when Malia called me.. I just told her we would come.. so that's on me." Lydia says softly and Stiles shakes his head. He grabs her hand with both of his and he brings her soft hand to his lips and he sighs softly. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know how to handle this. All of his old sidekick insecurities cane rushing back in a matter of minutes and he honestly is second guessing everything.
"But.. we are here now, We made the decision to come on so little information, so there's no sense in playing the blame game." Lydia adds and she let's her green eyes scan everyone and she smiles. Braeden sighs and she also nods her head in agreement and she sits up, resting her elbows on her knees before saying,

"She's right.. So let's do what we do best and get this shit handled." She says and she smirks at Derek, winking at him too. She knows the best approach is putting every problem on the back burner and getting straight to business. After they win- Which they will, then they can discuss the dirty laundry. Derek and Braeden have their own dirty laundry with their own issues, but no matter what, at the end of the day, they love each other. They're better as one.

Scott starts the conversation, Pushing all of his issues to the back of his mind and lays out step by step the problem at hand. The entirety of the room listens with curious eyes and careful ears- They too are just as stunned, are just as lost as Scott. How could this be happening? Something as old and as ancient as Lycaon. They understood La Bête, They understood the dread doctors, but there are no dread doctors this time. There's only Lycaon. Only pure evil.

No one knew what to say, the room was quiet for a while before Derek stood and walked over to Scott with a small, understanding smile. He rests his hand on Scott's shoulder and he slowly nods his head, his grip gently squeezing.
"Don't worry, Scott. We are here. We are with you. We will get it taken care of."

Scott believes Derek of course, he believes him probably more than he believes anyone else in the room. His own insecurities of being a bad leader come to light, making him second guess himself and the people around him.
"I know. Thank you.. thank you everyone... I'm happy you're here.." Scott says with a soft sigh and he claps Derek's arm. He shakes his head and he stares at Malia and she grins, she then disappears to the kitchen for only a moment, to then walk back out with a large bottle of Hennessy, as well as a small vile of wolfsbane(which helps them to get drunk).

"Now, who wants a drink? Enough of this gloomy shit! We can do that tomorrow!"