Stiles thought he was the only one of his kind, a Tribrid. But then he meets a girl like him, but not totally. Hope Mikaelson is a werewolf, witch, and vampire. Stiles is an alpha coyote, nogitsune, and a siphoner. What will happen when the biggest...
Two guards stood outside a cell door, their faces expressed a stone-cold-demeanor. Behind that door was one of the most dangerous people this organization has had to contain since their capture of Rayna Cruz.
"What can a girl do to get some attention around here?" The voice inside called out. The guards said nothing, gripping the rifles in their hands tighter.
They knew who this was woman was, her supernatural attributes and her skills made her a threat unlike anything they had to deal with.
From afar they heard the sounds of footsteps coming their way, turning their heads they saw their boss: Director Hendricks standing with a row of soldiers and medical personnel.
The two guards smiled as they realized what was about to happen, Guard 1 turned around and pressed a button.
Inside the cell, a green mist began to fill the cell, the woman began to seize for air as it filled her lungs. The woman realizing what was happening began to pound at the door.
But for each pound she felt her strength begin to diminish. Her eyes began to shutter and then closed.
Guard 2 opened the door and smiled at her unconscious form, the mist began to fade revealing who the prisoner was.
The Desert Wolf.
***
"I'm screwed." Malia groaned as she threw herself back onto the bed, Stiles and Hope chuckled from their respective desks.
The three soulmates were currently doing their Geometry homework, (well Stiles and Hope were. Malia didn't understand any of it).
Stiles turned towards his mate, He turned around, his arm resting on the back of the swivel chair. "Need any help?" He asked sarcastically.
Hope stifled a chuckle meanwhile Malia glared at him from her laying position.
"Don't make me cut you." She growled, her claws threatening to come out.
Stiles chuckled, his eyes glowing.
"Don't threaten me with a good time." He bit back. Malia's glare faded and a smile made its way on her face.
Hope then turned towards the two, "We should finish this up. We don't need Dorian up our asses then what he usually is." She said.
The two nodded, although they were the ones to protect the town and save the day that didn't mean they were safe from homework being overdue.
"Okay, but I need one of you guys to help me out here." Malia said. Hope smiled as she got up and walked towards her.
***
The Desert Wolf began to wake up, her vision was still a bit blurry, when it cleared she found herself confined to a leather chair and a chamber of some sorts.
Looking in front of her she saw her own reflection, her eyes widened when she saw a headpiece on the top of her head, covering her entire hair.
Thats when the reality of what was going to occur set in.
She was about to be executed.
The door to the chamber opened and Director Hendricks entered.
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