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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━
"What in the world did you think you were going to do with this?!" her mouth opened to reply but the man never aloud it "You could of killed someone, you could've gotten yourself killed!" Sophia had been listening to the rambles of Deaton, she sat in the veteran clinic for what felt like hours. Sophia wasn't aware of why the man cared so much if she took the life of someone.
"Why would he care?" Liam questioned, "I know you wouldn't of done it"
"It would've activated my werewolf curse and he didn't wish to risk that" it was half the story but at that time she was unaware of the lies Deaton spoke, the truth he knew but hid.
"Activated?" from what the boy had seen Scott hadn't taken a life to become a werewolf
"Werewolves are shape shifted but their kind –" her hand pointed to the people that did not reside in Beacon hill "are different, their bones break by the force of the full moon never to break the curse, they're notorious for their deadly bite while as you've seen Beacon Hills only shift to half beast."
"Deaton, i didn't use it" his eyes focused on the girl, his lips pulling to a thin line "Look i understand that i went against your rules and used magic but i'm fine"
The older man took her arm, rolling her sleeve to reveal the veins. Dark veins that were no more than four inches high, it signified that the girl had been influenced by dark magic "are you? The voices, the whispers – can you hear them?"
Chris had avoided the signs in his daughter, he watched her dissolve from her past self and focus on the voices... he wished he could save her from herself.
She pulled her arm back, rolling back down the darkened sleeve "I'm fine" her voice raised "and why exactly do you care so much, i used it for the right reasons. Helping Stiles win a game, taking down Gerard. It was barely anything"
Sophia had never seen the vet so enraged, nor was she aware of why this mattered so dearly. She used magic, she heard whispers and voices but they were manageable, she could ignore them and not give in.
It was easy then, they didn't have enough to grasp to, pulling them from the ledge. Jennifer created a bridge in her mind for them to cross, allowing them to scream and curse for the blood that ran through the necks of innocents.
"When it comes to your bloodline they don't survive with barely any. Your bloodline created expression, dark magic. When it enters your system it never leaves, it poisons your heart and mind, you'll hear the voices calling you in and you'll beg for it to stop"
Eve knew the tales, none of them spoke the truth but each held a piece of information true to her story.
Sophia's eyes narrowed, "i'm not my family, and if i had used that spell it would've been a blessing to the world. Gerard Argent doesn't deserve to live"
