"life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. head on the pillow, i could feel you sneakin' in."
gracella has one task. one. befriend stiles stilinski, use him to threaten scott mccall. but she doesn't know how persuasive he can be with those h...
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"but you're still a werewolf."
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Grace had dropped off the picture and the huge sword with Scott and Kira. She made some kind of excuse not to investigate with them. She was going to do what she thought was right. And at that moment, it was finding Stiles and attempting to trap him.
Taking only the clothes on her back, she ventured into the woods and sought him out. She didn't have much hope, but she needed to do something.
Technically, she was looking for the Nemeton. But she was coming up empty. She thought if she looked for the big stump, it would have some type of clue, after all, it was what released the spirit.
But, alas, the tree didn't want to be found. And Allison needed her. She had called once, hoping the girl would pick up since she hadn't spoken to almost anyone in four days. Only Aiden, Scott, Kira, and Colbie.
"Thank God, we need you to meet us at Derek's loft," Allison sighed in relief.
"Who's we?" Grace asked her.
"Me, my dad, Derek, and the Sheriff," Allison answered. "We think Stiles is going there right now."
"Oh my way," Grace said, tucking her phone in her pocket and leaving the woods.
But what Allison had forgotten to tell her was about the chessboard. The chessboard with everyone's names on them. The concerning part wasn't that she was on the sideline, but that she wasn't even on the table, her chess piece was on the investigation board. One of the only things on the board.
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Grace climbed up the stairs as Sheriff Stilinski was telling Stiles to put the handcuffs on himself. She kept herself hidden next to Allison, waiting for their cue to enter.
"You're not my son," They heard, letting them know to walk in.
The nogitsune smirked at the sight of everyone flanking the Sheriff. He took a look at Allison as she raised the taser and shot. He grabbed the line before it could come into contact with him and stretched it to better throw it against another wall.
Derek growled at him and approached quickly, but Stiles barely reacted when twisting his arm and smashing his head on a table, and laughing him away.
The sound of a gun clicking was the only thing heard in the silent room as they all turned to Argent. He had a gun pointed at Stiles's head, ready to shoot.
"Argent, listen to me," Stilinski told him with a hand raised. "Don't do this."
"Why not?" He asked. "I've done it before. Werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a nogitsune to the list."
