𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 || Liam Dunbar

- 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬 -

California, Beacon Hills

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Scott let out a thundering roar, as Aurora watching him, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. "There's no scent, no tracks. No way to find them..." he sighed as his crimson eyes faded back to their usual mahogany. "Can't Liam just roar back?" Malia questioned, tilting her head slightly. "Only if he heard me..." Scott mumbled.

...

"Hey, is Kira okay?" Stiles snatched Aurora's arm as she passed, however she hastily tugged it away, following Scott up the stairs. "Scott?" Theo mumbled, exchanging a wary glance with Stiles.

He burst into the bedroom, Corey sat on the bed, along with Mason who sat opposite him on an armchair. "Sorry, I'm only on chapter two. I'm kind of a slow reader..." Corey apologised. Mason gave him a reassuring smile, "Oh, that's okay."

Scott huffed furiously, storming up to Corey. "He's right. We don't have time for that, anyway." He grumbled irritably.

"No, Scott— don't!" Lydia shreiked but it was too late. Corey's eyes rolled back, a hoarse gasp escaped his throat as Scott stabbed his claws into the back of his neck.

Theo and Stiles entered the room, confused and dazed. "Don't get too close!" Lydia warned as Theo staggered forward slightly, being paused by her arm. His eyebrows furrowed faintly, pursing his lips. "What is he doing?" He breathed, glancing at Lydia. "Tapping into Corey's memories. It's usually something only alphas can do." She explained breifly, eyes wide as she stared at the two, entranced.

"Is it as dangerous as it looks?" Theo watched intently. "Probably more..." Stiles murmured.

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Liam awoke in an unknown area. Rusticated pipes lined the walls, twisted and shattered as they covered the chipping paint. Droplets of water leaking from the ceiling, breaking as they reached the concrete ground, sending ripples through the reflective puddle.

His eyesight adjusted to the dim surroundings, his vision still slightly impaired as he shuffled on his arms, sitting straighter against the wall. He hissed to himself as he gazed down at his arm, dark liquid oozed from two circular gashes on it. He blinked repeatedly, his eyes darting around the room.

"Oh, she's gone." A voice spoke up.

His head snapped to the boy sitting beside the large tanks, full of fumes and murky substance, particles swirling inside it's green-tinted glass.

He had pale skin, dark hair and noticeable eyebags. His unkempt attire was stained in the same dark liquid which leaked from Liam's arm. Liam stared at him for a moment, before the boy spoke again. "The experiment, the girl. She's gone." He adapted. "What? What do you mean she's gone?" Liam frowned, panic settling in.

"They took her, that means she is not coming back." He shrugged, speaking so casually. "They?" Liam blinked, leaning forward slightly. "The guys in masks." The mysterious boy added simply, nodding once.

"Well how do I get to the guys in masks?" Liam instantly moved to get to his feet, however he winced in pain, gritting his teeth as he fell back against the wall, sliding back to the floor while clutching his injured arm. "Sorry, I probably should've warned you... moving isn't the best idea." He mumbled.