Kapitel 9: Chapter 9: Shadows of the Past
Chapter 9: Shadows of the Past
The French Quarter hummed with its usual vibrancy as Adam and his team walked back from the Mikaelson compound. The weight of what had just transpired hung in the air, but for once, there was a sense of quiet satisfaction among them.
Caroline walked beside Adam, her eyes scanning the lively streets. "So, what's next on your agenda? Or do you just wing it as you go?"
Adam chuckled. "A bit of both. But for now, we regroup. There's a lot to prepare for."
Elijah, ever composed, glanced at Adam. "What precisely is our next move? The resurrection of my family was... monumental, but I trust it is only the beginning."
"You're right," Adam said, his tone growing serious. "The team's coming together, but we're still missing pieces. We need more allies, and we need to start unraveling some of these supernatural threats."
Stiles let out a mock groan. "Great. More running around and risking our lives. My favorite."
Josh smirked. "You love it. Admit it."
"Love is a strong word," Stiles shot back. "Tolerate? Sure. Endure? Definitely."
Caroline sighed. "I can already tell this is going to be exhausting."
Stefan, walking just behind her, chuckled softly. "You'll get used to it. Eventually."
Adam's mind churned with possibilities as he led the group toward their temporary base in New Orleans. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was lurking just out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
As they entered the safe house—a modest, two-story building tucked away from the bustling streets—Adam stopped abruptly.
"Get ready," he said, turning to face the group. "Things are about to get a lot more complicated."
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "More complicated than resurrecting two Originals and a werewolf queen?"
Adam's lips twitched into a faint smile. "You have no idea."
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