Wicked style, Liam Dunbar

1.4 Hunted

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'I'm sorry for everything that I've done'
- Hello, Adele
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Me, Derek and Stiles are all gathered in the animal clinic cause apparently the vet is like a werewolf genius that can help Brett.

Brett fights against us, wolfed out, "What the hell is happening to this kid?" Brett continues to fight against us.

"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane" the vet, Deaton Stiles said his name was, explains. "I need to make an incision, and you need to hold him as still as possible."

Stiles looks up at me with a hopeful expression, "hey Smartass? Would you mind just turning on the werewolf for two minutes?"

I roll my eyes at the older boy as I flex my neck, and my eyes flash over. I try to fight against Brett but he's too strong, "Derek? A bit of help please!"

"We're not the only ones here with Werewolf strength" Derek responds.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him" Deaton tells us.

Brett lifts his clawed hand and swipe at me, he catches my lower neck and cuts it open. I groan at the pain but continue to try and hold him down. "He's slipping! I don't think I can hold him!"

Brett then slips out of my grip and stands in the centre of the room. He's about to run until Peter Hale punches in straight in the face, knocking him out. "I guess I still have a little Werewolf strength myself."

"Yeah. Maybe more than a little" Derek shrugs.

I crouch down beside Brett to check that he's breathing. "Hey, Doc? I don't think he's breathing." Deaton leans down beside me and puts an incision down Brett's chest. "Is he okay?"

"I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a little while" Deaton responds as he stands. I stand too as I put my fingers to my neck where my wounds have now healed.

"Guys, can you hear that?" Stiles says. "I think he's saying something."

"The sun, the moon, the truth" Brett mutters. "The sun, the moon, the truth."

"Three things cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth" Derek states. "It's Buddhist."

"Satomi" Peter scoffs. He looks across the room at me, "and your mother."

"The woman may be in the grave but you still can't escape her" I shrug, I quickly cover my mouth after not believing what I just said. I look up to the roof, "sorry Mum."

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I hit the side of my head with the binder that is on Deatons desk. "Fucking imbecile."

"What's wrong?" Derek questions as he walks around the corner. He takes the binder out of my grip and puts it back down.

"I forgot something" I admit. "Brett has a sister. Tori I think. She's probably looking for him."

"We need to find the pack" Derek states. "Warn them about the deadpool. If Brett is on there, they all will be."

"Do you know this Satomi?" I ask. "Or is she someone that hates your guts."

"I've never had a run in with her since I moved back here" Derek tells me. "I remember her back when I was a kid, she was close with my mother."

"Oh so at least she won't try to kill you when you find the pack" I grin. "That's a bonus."

"I find the pack?" Derek repeats.