Lydia’s eyes rolled back and she fainted into Erica’s waiting arms.
“It’s too soon,” Derek said. His voice echoed through the warehouse, even though it was stacked almost to the roof with supplies.
Stiles turned in Derek’s arms and looked into his eyes. “We’re ready, babe. We’re months ahead of schedule.”
“I’ll run the perimeter, just in case.” Boyd moved quickly.
“I’ll grab my team so we can start barricading the extra gates.” Isaac went in the opposite direction, just as fast.
Derek squeezed Stiles’ hand and kissed his nose. “I’ll go get your Dad and the others.”