Zoe and Dexter Klein never knew what it was like to be loved by any family. They grew up with a mom who abandoned them at eight and an abusive dad. They only had one dream to get out of Beacon Hills and start a new life.
It just so happened that So...
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Dexter's gaze, cold and calculating, met Chris Argent's. The two men stood locked in a silent standoff, each trying to decipher the other's intentions. A subtle tilt of Dexter's head, almost imperceptible, hinted at the gears turning in his mind. As the tension thickened, Dexter felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. A smirk, barely contained, crept across his face as he met Argent's eyes, a silent challenge.
Just as the moment seemed to stretch into eternity, the piercing honk of a car horn broke the tension. Both teens, their hearts pounding, leapt from their vehicles and scrambled onto the school bus, escaping a desperate bid to distance themselves from the hunters.
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"No, I'm not just letting you leave her here." Zoe says as she moves hair out of Lydia's face. "You don't have a choice, you're coming with me." Peter says as he wipes off Zoe's and Lydia's blood from his face.
"Just kill me okay? I don't care anymore." Zoe says looking up at Peter she closes her eyes as she feels Stiles hold on her get tighter. She looks back at him as she sees the look of hurt in his eyes. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."
"Do it Stiles." Zoe says, "Zo-"
"I need to stay with her. She's all alone. Stiles please." Stiles nods as he stands up and grabs his phone, both teens watch as Peter starts to walk off.
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Dexter's heart pounded in his chest as he chased after Scott into the dense, shadowy woods. The air was thick with tension, and the crunch of leaves beneath his feet seemed amplified in the eerie silence. Scott was running for his life, his legs pumping furiously as he tried to put distance between himself and Dexter.
Dexter knew he couldn't let Scott get away. Not now, not after everything they'd been through. He surged forward, his muscles straining with the effort. The scent of pine needles and damp earth filled his nostrils, but all he could focus on was the sound of Scott's labored breathing.
Suddenly, Dexter saw Scott stumble and fall to the ground. A cry escaped his lips as he clutched at his chest. Dexter's breath caught in his throat. He had to get to him. He ran towards Scott, his mind racing.
