ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʀꜱ
ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴ'.
in which the sarcastic and emotional girl falls for the true alpha and everyone realizes it but them.
"i vant to suck your blood."
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘
After seeing the masked men last night, we learned that Allison and Isaac knew about them, but were asked to keep quiet by Argent. Isaac was the first one they went after, and Argent has seen them once before.
So, I was stood in between Scott and Isaac in Argent's weapon room, leaning my hands on the desk.
He wasn't just telling us about his experience with them, it was almost like he was re-living it. He looked pained, just telling us his story.
"There was something almost ritualistic about it—like it was looking right into his soul." Argent described.
"That's the same thing it did to me." Isaac spoke.
"That's what they did to everyone." Allison corrected, focused on her father's cuts that she was cleaning.
"Not everyone. They only came after the Werewolves." Scott realized, sitting on one of the chairs across from the desk.
"Lydia too." I chimed in, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Anyone with a connection to the supernatural." Argent stated. Of course, just our luck that it happens to revolve around everything that most of us are.
"Who was the guy they went after in Japan?" Isaac asked him curiously.
"A Kumicho—a Yakuza boss. It was my first gun deal. I was only eighteen, and it was supposed to be a simple exchange... Except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being Yakuza. He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to, uh, improvise."
I cringed at the reminder of Gerard's existence, having not heard about him in over a month.
"The moment the sun went down, it was like they just materialized out of the shadows." Argent continued on with the story.
"They had swords—not curved like katanas, but straight, black steel, like ninjatos."
"What did they want?" Isaac questioned quietly.
"To get to the Kumicho. They cut down every living thing in their way."
"Did they mark him like they did us?" Isaac spoke, feeling the scar behind his ear.
