Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
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Lydia screamed for help, "Help us! Help us! Somebody, help!"
"Lydia, there's a lot of people screaming for help in a place like this. I don't think anyone listening." Stiles said while he struggles to untie himself.
"Well, I'm open to better ideas... Because, if you didn't notice, all those suicides were murders." Lydia said with a little snobbiness.
"That's why she left you the message..."
Lydias eyes watered, "She predicted her own death. She knew I'd figure it out-"
Brunski walked into the room, closing the door behind him. "-Once you were able to predict your own. But they weren't murders. I'm not some serial killer like Ted Bundy, going around cutting up college girls." Brunski interrupted.
Stiles spoke up, "No, you're just the Angel of Death."
Brunski gets in Stiles' face, "I don't think you understand my level of commitment to my work here, Stiles. There are people here who don't simply need treatment-they need release. I helped them. I helped Lorraine." Brunski explained.
Lydia whispered, "You killed her."
He moved over to Lydia, "I helped her. And now, you can help me... because there is something about it that always bothers me." he takes a tape and puts it in a tape player.
~Beacon Hills High School~
Scott turned to Mason, "How much has he had to drink?" referring to Liam.
"Not enough to get him like this," Mason replied.
"Somethings happening. We need to get him out of here." Scott began to get dizzy. "I think we're gonna have to... um..." he slurred.
Mason furrowed his eyebrows, "How much did you drink?"
Scott glanced at his hand and he saw double. "Nothing-not even a sip." he looked around and heard thumping in the music, and realized it was the soundwaves... "... It's not the drinks. It's the music."
~Eichen House~
Brunski played the tape and you could hear him walking on the tape. "What are you..." Brunski, what are you doing?" Lorraine asked.
"Don't worry, Lorraine... It's going to be all right... You're just going to have a little trouble breathing..." Brunski said on the tape.
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