"how did a total spaz like stiles end up with a badass alpha werewolf like you?"
"he loved me when no one else did, not even me"
Georgia Ray cheated death after all. Picking up where Freakish left off, Georgia becomes accustomed to her secon...
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HE NEVER REALLY smiled. In his later years of life, very few things brought him true happiness, and he never forced a smile just for the sake of those around them. Rather than feigning joy, he walked around with an expression perfectly conveying how he felt.
A rude sneer. Lips pursed downwards, a slight furrow to his brows and a cold, cynical gaze. He wasn't one to spare feelings, no matter who the person. When angered, he would use his voice only in preparation for the blow of his fist.
Even as he stood there, on the outskirts of the playground—meant to be a place of pure happiness, children scrambling around in their innocent youth—he only felt numb. His fists reflexively balled when one of them laughed too loud, his eyes narrowing.
"Dylan? You okay, man?"
His hands relaxed, turning. Dylan Ray was met by the concerned glance of his partner down at the police station. Noah Stilinski, under his arm being his wife, Claudia. However, she was busy watching the children play with a warm smile on her face to notice the conversation.
"I'm fine," Dylan responded in his usual gruff voice. He peered down at his watch, realizing he'd been there long enough.
"Are you sure?" Noah double checked, concerned for the man he considered a friend. Or, maybe their days of friendship had ended years ago. Noah had seen the entire progression of Dylan's struggles with rage.
"I said I'm fine," Dylan said with more bite to his tone. At this, Claudia turned her head, glowering at the former soldier. She, no matter what Noah said, loathed the man. It felt like Claudia was the only one who saw Dylan's children flinch any time he raised his voice, or the bruises spotting their skin from time to time.
"No!"
All three were alarmed when they heard the shout, but relaxed when they saw what had prompted it. Georgia was a giggling mess as Willow scooped her up into her arms, twirling the both of them around.
"Gotcha!" Willow's face was split apart by her wide grin, fingers wiggling against Georgia's belly to tickle her. The sisters were radiant in the direct sunlight, a halo of sorts around the crown of their bronze hair. They looked strikingly similar, although Georgia's face was chubby with youth.
"We've gotta save her!" Nathaniel cheered to the two younger boys by his side, leading the charge against Willow, the oldest. Willow gave a faint scream when she was tackled against the mulch, grunting at the impact. All four began working to save Georgia.
"Willow," Dylan grit out, stepping forward, "Keep your voice down, you don't have to scream like that."
Willow's giddy smile fell, as did Nathaniel's. The trio of four-year-olds had already scrambled off with whoops of victory.
"Sorry, dad," Willow uttered quietly. Nathaniel was standing lightly in front of her, although his face was scrunched with fear. He had always tried his best to protect both his sisters and even his mother, regardless of only being ten where he stood. Willow noticed, gulping, "Nate, go catch Georgia again. We can team up."
