I do not own any of teen wolf's characters or anything that belongs mtv I only own the parts I created myself.
Everything that involves the actual teen wolf show was created by the great Jeff Davis.
I've incorporated most parts from the show.
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After I followed Parrish, I discovered he had Cory -a friend if Mason- body in some sort of refrigerated van.
I called Theo, thinking he might be one that can help me since he's still looking to prove himself and I can't really call Scott.
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Theo Raeken; the traitor. Theo Raeken; the bad guy. The one behind my unhappiness is now the one we have to look out for. He hurt my father. When I get my hands on him, I'll shove my foot so far up his ass, he'll be able to taste the fabric of my shoe. Then, I'll kick Scott's for ever trusting him.
He had all of them fooled. Just a little while for a split second I thought I might be wrong about him. That was before I got a front row seat to his and Malia's DNA swapping.
For some reason, Theo told me where I can find my father. He said I'd have to choose to either save Scott or my father.
How could someone bestowe such a cruel decision? My Best friend or my own Father. In the back of my mind I thought, Scott is a werewolf, he'll heal. My father on the other hand, is just and average human. A simple county Sheriff.... so I chose the only blood I have left, besides Chance.
I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I found him in the worst condition yet. Please let him live. The sight still not leaving my mind.
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I stormed through the doors shouting for help.
"Someone! Please help my father, I think he might be dying!" I said with rears in my eyes.
Melissa ran towards us, with tears of her own.
"Oh my god! John! Honey, you'll be fine. We'll have you in an O.R. right away!" She assured,as they pulled out a gurney and sped him away.
"Wait, hold on! Where are they taking him?!" I shout like the worried son I am, trying to push my way through.
"Stiles, sweetie.They're taking him for pre-op." Melissa stops me, placing her hands on my chest.
"I should go with him right? I mean I should right? I-I should be by his side." I asked, with tears continuing to flow and my breathing rapid.
Melissa kept working at camping me down.
"First, they need information on his coverage and such. You'll need to speak to the nurse at that desk." She says pointing toward a fairly young nurse who was sitting at the nurse station typing on the computer.
