Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Ch 2: When an Alley Cat meets a Wolf

Watford

Mercure London Watford Hotel, London

Sunday

Time: 1300Hrs

Stiles had just reached the Watford Junction Station which situated though two miles from London, and offering a fast and easy access within 20 minutes into Central London. By all accounts, he should have been able to reach Watford within the hour he'd left the area where he'd said goodbye to Leo.

But never let it be said, dealing with Hunters were easy. It had taken him a day to reach Watford. He'd left on Saturday morning

It had been seven am when he'd talked to Derek and then called his dad, and received his voice box. Stiles was still trying to figure out if he was relieved or not at not been able to talk to his dad. After Derek's generous donation, he decided to pay them in cash only.

But because Chris had already spoken to the Hunters he'd contracted in the United Kingdom, he'd spent more than half a day arguing he'd only be able to help them with anything they would require in magic, after they proved their fealty, he would not waste a single spell on them until.

It didn't work to his favor, until a hunter had arrived with impeccable timing, bloodied and barely breathing;

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Stiles glared at the women he'd met on the doorstep of Islington, London's House of Fairley; One of Chris' many associates

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"I told you, my magic is my own, I don't completely understand it yet. I will not experiment the first time in front of hunters. I am paying in cash, end of story", he argued after what felt like the hundredth time.

"And I told you, Chris Argent told us you would pay in wards for the merchandise, we are to give you", she argued.

"Chris Argent told you I would pay in wards, did he give you a stipulated time upon receiving my gift?" Stiles countered venomously.

"He did not give us a time stamp, we were explicitly told you were going to pay in wards, now we need protection, are you going to be so stubborn as to deny us what we rightfully agreed to?" she demanded.

"Yes", Stiles argued. "Look, I am trying to explain—"

ANGELICA!!!!

Both Stiles and the woman turned as one, as two men helped carry in a third horribly injured bleeding from head to toe. Stiles moved forward before the lady of the House

Clearing the dining table, he gestured, "Over here", he instructed and didn't wait for any instruction, he removed a dagger that once belonged to his mother, from his jeans, and began cutting away the material of his bloodied T-shirt, "Hey, hey", he cupped the man's cheek, "What's your name?" he asked softly as he catalogued every injury. At the same time, he removed the man's jeans and barked orders.

"Kevin. My name is K-Kevin", the man answered weakly coughing up blood.

"What happened to him?" he asked, even as he barked orders at Angelica , "Get some water, towels, boil some sharp utensils, get some needle thread. Now, you idiot!!!" he snapped as she stood there like a statute.

Stiles gave his attention to the man holding down the injured, "What happened to him? I need to know exactly how he got each injury! Start talking", he ordered sharply.

"We were ambushed. Feral wolves, they were attacking young club goers. It was our one night off. We were unprepared. We managed to kill one, and two left and Kevin was protecting me, please, are you a doctor, you can help him, please!!!" a man with sky blue eyes stared at him begging.