Must've been a deadly kiss ² | S.S [UNDER EDTING]

𝟷𝟹. 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝

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"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?" Ethan said, casting a glance at Stiles.

"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me?" Stiles snapped, stepping forward.

I let out a long sigh. "You know what I'm gonna do?" Stiles continued, winding up. "I'm going to break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—"

"Whoa, Stiles!" Scott cut him off, placing a hand on his chest with a laugh. "Okay, we get it."

He looked at me, silently asking for backup. I walked over and grabbed Stiles by the hand, gently pulling him to stand behind Scott with me.

"Dude, you need to chill," I whispered.

"He was threatening me," Stiles muttered, pointing at Ethan.

"What if he wasn't?" I said, glancing at Scott.

"We're talking to you," Scott said to Ethan, "because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened again... you wouldn't do it."

"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion," Ethan said, his voice harder now.

"Then tell us," I said, crossing my arms.

Ethan exhaled. "We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas."

"What were you?" Scott asked.

"Omegas," Ethan answered. "In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoats. Last to eat. First to take the hits. The ones everyone abuses."

"So you and your brother were, like... the bitches of the pack?" Stiles said. I rolled my eyes.

"Something like that," Ethan replied, glancing at both of us.

"What happened?" Scott asked.

"They were killers. People talk about us like monsters—but they're the ones who gave us the reputation. Our Alpha was the worst."

"Why didn't you just fight back?" Stiles asked. "Form Voltron Wolf, kick everyone's ass?"

"We couldn't. We didn't know how to control it back then," Ethan snapped.

I stepped in front of Stiles, my eyes glowing slightly in warning.

"Deucalion taught us," Ethan continued. "And then we fought. Took down the pack one by one. By the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. We tore him apart. Literally."

I tilted my head. "Guess we Mikaelsons aren't the only killers around," I said with a smile.

"What about your emissary?" Scott asked.