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QOTD: What country are you from?
AOTD: United States
"You nervous?" Stiles asked, reaching out to grab your hand.
You pulled it away. "I don't like you being here. Scott should be here. He's the one who did this to me."
"Hey, Scott turned you to save your life. You'd be dead right now. This is better than dead."
"That's easy for you to say. You're still human."
"[Y/N]-"
"It's time."
"What?"
"It's time. Do it now."
Stiles jumped up, running across the room to grab the chains. Lydia's beach house was the perfect location for this, whatever this was.
He cuffed your hands first, then your ankles, and wrapped the chain around you, making sure that there was absolutely no way for you to get out. If you did, you'd kill him. You could feel it.
"Stiles, go now," you said, sweat pouring down your face. You tried in vain to stop what was already in process.
"I won't leave," he said firmly, eyeing the chains as if nervous they might break.
Your nails became claws, and you looked at them in horror. "Stiles, just leave. I don't want you to see me like this. I'm... I'm disgusting."
"No," he said, stroking your cheek. "You're not. You're beautiful either way."
Your teeth turned to fangs, and he quickly took away his hand. Your mind was swimming with thoughts, feral thoughts. You wanted to kill him. You wanted to rip his throat out of his body and tear his bones apart. You wanted to bathe in a pool of his blood and make art with his organs.
"Go!" You yelled, completely transformed. You knew that would be the last word you got out before you went insane.
Stiles took a step back as you lunged forward, trying to tear the handcuffs off. No clear thoughts could formulate in your mind. You looked at Stiles and you didn't recognize him.
"You can beat this," he finally said. "You're the strongest person I've ever met, and I've seen weaker people beat this before. Just focus on me, okay? I'm Stiles. I love you. And it may be hard right now to register, but you love me too, and you don't want to hurt me. So I want you to take all that anger you have bubbling inside, and all that pain and misery, and I want you to let it go. Put that on me. I want you to look at me and remember that I'm here. You don't have to want to tear me apart because you love me. You are in control. You can control your thoughts, alright? They're yours, and so am I."
You breathed in and out, snarling under your breath. Stiles watched you with big worried eyes. You tried to give one last growl that died down into a sob. You were still a wolf but... You were you.
"You okay?" Stiles asked.
You looked down at your hands. There were no more claws. "I'm okay," you said shakily.
"Come here," Stiles said, quickly undoing the chains and pulling you into a hug. "I knew you could do it."
You were silent as you hugged him back. He was right. It was Stiles who should be there with you. He was the only one who could pull you back. He was your anchor.
