TVD/TO Supernatural Enforcer: Reincarnated with a Mission

Chapter 12: The Forest's Secrets

As the group hurried back toward town, the tension in the air felt heavier than before. Adam kept his thoughts to himself, eyes scanning the forest as they moved. The dryad's warning echoed in his mind: I will unleash the wrath of this forest upon all of you.

"Not ominous at all," he muttered under his breath.

Caroline glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing," Adam replied quickly, shaking his head. "Just processing how close we came to being turned into fertilizer."

"We're lucky she listened to you," Stefan said. His tone was calm, but there was a hint of admiration. "Most people wouldn't have known what to say to her."

Adam shrugged, trying to play it off. "Guess I've watched enough episodes of The Originals. You'd be surprised how much diplomacy you pick up from Elijah."

Elijah, walking just ahead, turned slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I'm flattered to hear I've been a source of inspiration."

"Don't let it go to your head," Adam teased. "I'm still waiting for the day you teach me how to make an entrance like you do."

Caroline groaned. "Oh, please. Don't encourage him. Elijah already knows he's everyone's favorite Original. His ego doesn't need any more stroking."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Elijah replied smoothly.

Adam couldn't help but chuckle. The banter helped lighten the mood, but his mind was still racing. The dryad's story hinted at something bigger—someone deliberately provoking supernatural forces for reasons he couldn't yet grasp.

By the time they reached the edge of town, Adam's system chimed with a notification. He instinctively paused, the familiar blue glow appearing in his vision.

Investigate the logging company suspected of illegal deforestation.

Discover any connections to supernatural entities.

Prevent further escalation of the dryad's anger.

Adam sighed. "Great. No pressure or anything."

"System giving you homework again?" Caroline asked, catching his expression.

"Pretty much," Adam said, rubbing the back of his neck. "We need to hit that logging company, but we're running out of time. If we don't figure this out fast, the dryad's going to turn this place into a scene from Jumanji."

Stefan frowned. "We should split up. Some of us can check out the logging site while the rest stay in town and figure out who these 'big, burly guys with weapons' are."

"Good call," Adam agreed. "Caroline and I can handle the logging site. Elijah and Stefan, you two stay here and back up Stiles and Josh."

Caroline folded her arms, giving Adam a skeptical look. "Why do I get the feeling you just want me around because you're scared of another dryad showing up?"

Adam grinned sheepishly. "I mean, you're not wrong. But also, you're the best backup I could ask for."

She rolled her eyes but didn't argue. "Fine. But if this turns into a horror movie, you're going in first."

"Deal."

Meanwhile, back in town, Stiles was pacing nervously inside the makeshift command center—a dusty storage room in the back of the local diner. Josh leaned against a table, scrolling through his phone with an air of practiced indifference.

"I'm just saying," Stiles started, his voice tinged with exasperation, "we've got armed goons wandering around, a homicidal tree lady on the loose, and Adam's out there trying to play peacemaker. This is how people die in movies, Josh."

Josh didn't look up. "Relax. Adam's got that whole immortal thing going for him. Worst-case scenario, he just wakes up and tries again."

"Yeah, but what about us?" Stiles gestured dramatically. "I don't have a cheat code for life. I'm squishy and incredibly prone to bad luck."

Josh finally glanced at him, smirking. "You're like a cockroach, Stilinski. You'll survive."

Before Stiles could retort, the door creaked open, and Elijah and Stefan stepped inside. "Status?" Elijah asked, his tone brisk.

"Still alive. For now," Stiles replied. "But we've got company. Three guys, all armed. They've been hanging around the bar across the street, asking questions about the forest. Pretty sure they're not here for the local cuisine."

"Did you catch what they were asking about?" Stefan asked.

Josh nodded. "They're looking for someone. Didn't catch a name, but they're definitely not locals."

Elijah's expression darkened. "We'll handle it. Stiles, stay here and monitor the situation. Josh, keep an eye on the diner. If anything happens, contact us immediately."

"Oh, sure," Stiles said, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "I'll just sit here and twiddle my thumbs while you guys play Secret Agent Vampire."

Elijah's lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. "You're more valuable here than you realize, Mr. Stilinski."

As they left, Stiles muttered under his breath, "Yeah, tell that to my anxiety."

Out at the logging site, Adam and Caroline crouched behind a cluster of bushes, surveying the scene. Heavy machinery littered the area, and the remnants of recently felled trees created an eerie graveyard of stumps. A single trailer sat at the center, its windows glowing with light.

"Looks quiet," Caroline said. "Too quiet."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Are you quoting a movie?"

"Shut up," she shot back, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. "What's the plan?"

"We sneak in, find anything that looks suspicious, and get out before anyone notices us," Adam said. "Easy peasy."

Caroline gave him a dubious look. "Right. Because that's totally how these things go."

"Have a little faith," Adam said, grinning. "What's the worst that could happen?"

The universe, as if on cue, decided to answer. From somewhere nearby, the sound of voices carried through the air, followed by the unmistakable cocking of a gun.

Caroline glared at Adam. "You just had to say it."