❝𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤❞ Olivia Hale was the younger sister of Derek Hale. Being a Hale, she was strong, stubborn, short tempered like her sibling...
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"Can-Can I ask what happens if Scott doesn't find your bullet?" Stiles asked fearfully as he drove endlessly, having no idea where to take Olivia. It was nighttime now, what the hell was Scott doing? He glanced at a very angry looking Derek talking to Scott on phone, hopefully he'd give him someplace to take Olivia.
"I don't plan on dying." Olivia spoke in a weak voice with a hint of her usual confident tone. "We have a last resort." She added. Olivia slowly unbuttoned her bloody shirt. Stiles' gaze lingered on her but then he shifted it back to the road, swallowing a lump in his throat.
Olivia groaned as she bared her injured shoulder, taking off her shirt, leaving her in a tank top. Stiles glanced at her bullet wound, he suppressed a gag, anger and fear rising inside him at the same time.
Behind them Derek spoke to Scott on phone. "Find the damn bullet Scott, or I will rip your throat with my teeth, let alone help you find the Alpha" He snapped. "Hey be nice...!" Olivia groaned. "Yeah, be nice asshole." Stiles snapped. Derek ignored his words. "Animal clinic." Was all he said, Stiles turned his jeep quickly making their way to the animal clinic.
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Stiles opened the shutter to the animal clinic while reading a text from Scott. Nordic Blue Monkswood.
Derwk helped Olivia to sit down, on sacks of cement kept there. She groaned weakly holding her injured hand. Black veins had started to appear around her wound reaching for her shoulder blade. "Does the name Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" He asked softly as she was checking her wound. He placed both his hands on her waist to help her sit straight.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane." Derek spoke as he glared at him, eyeing Stiles' hands. Stiles gulped nervously and turned back to Olivia, trying ro ignore Derek glaring daggers at him.
"He has to bring me the bullet. I will die without it." Olivia spoke weakly, closing her eyes momentarily. Stiles felt weak as he thought about her death, Scott and him wouldn't survive a day without her, the needed her, he needed her. Not just for her knowledge of the supernatural world, but because she was their best friend who they thought was dead until 6 months ago. They had just gotten her back; Stiles was not ready to lose her again.
"Hey, keep faith in Scott alright? He'll save you." He spoke trying encourage her but he was unsure himself. It was more like he was encouraging himself.
She looked at her wound, her eyes droopy. "We don't have much time." Derek declared helping her up. Olivia nodded, "We will have to do it.." She spoke. "Do-Do what?" Stiles asked.
"Stiles could you open the door?" Olivia asked. Stiles obliged, opening the door to the what Stiles assumed to be the ER of the clinic. Olivia and Derek hurried in. Olivia stretched her hand out to Stiles and he took it instantly, she gestured him to help her get on the table, he obliged again. Olivia smiled weakly before Derek returned with something in his hands. An electric saw.
