𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

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Derek POV:

Have you ever met someone who, if you weren't forced to love them, you would kill them with your bare hands?

Well, that's how I feel about Peter.

I mean, I did kill him like a year ago, with my claws...

But he's still standing... somehow.

And if I wasn't trapped by this chain, I might help our tormentor myself.

I grunt as another shock wave flows through my system.

Yep. 1000% would.

"You see this equipment?" Our tormentor asks. "Very old. The settings are not quite accurate anymore, so it's hard to tell just how far to turn the dial."

Never mind. Kill our tormentor and then kill Peter.

"I think it's a little high," Peter grits.

That prompts the man to turn the dial higher. We scream in pain.

"I've seen some crack their teeth. Others, they just shake and shake, even after their heart stops," he smiles. "Sometimes, we don't even know they're dead." He turns the dial off, and we collapse against the fence behind us. I try to stop my body from trembling. "But nobody wants to play a guessing game," he laughs. "So why don't you just tell us? Where is la loba?"

"We don't know where the la loba is," I tell him for the millionth time.

"No? Maybe you need a different method of persuasion? Maybe we cut one of you in half, the other talks?" He glances between us.

"I would love to be there for volunteer, but we really don't know what you're talking about," Peter smiles, turning to me. "And honestly, isn't bisecting people with a broad sword a little medieval?"

Shut your damn mouth, Peter. I grimace as our tormentor chuckles.

"Broad sword? We're not savages." He motions, and another guy revs the chainsaw.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you fucking serious?

I clench my jaw and glare at Peter.

He has the audacity to look offended at my accusation.

"We all wonder how far your little healing trick goes. What do you think? Can you grow back an arm?" They hold the chainsaw up to me. "We're pretty sure you can't grow back your head."

I look away as they press it right next to my neck.

I can't die.

I can't.

My precious mate needs me.

I need to protect her.

I promised her I'd come back.