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Blood-soaked All-American Eye Sex (Thiam)

The truck wasn't the best hiding place for Theo, he knows that now, and he presses the call button even though he's not going to be able to say anything. The first gunshot ring out loudly, hiding the metal of the truck in sharp pings, and Theo ducks down with a scream. He covers his head with his arms, his eyes shifting color and his claws coming out. Fuck this, he thinks. He's not a coward. He's not going to die huddled in fear in his truck. Fuck it. He'll die like a coyote, they would run but he's not running again. Theo tilts his head back, and howls loudly. A warning, a call, anything. The gun shots increase, the windows shattering in small pieces, and Theo thinks that he imagined it.

An answering howl.

It's loud, close, and the men are scared. It's still five against two, but fear makes people stupid. Theo pushes himself, gets his bearings for a second, before he jumps out of the window. He claws at the nearest hunter, tearing them to shreds with sharp claws and clumsy hands, and he roars. A few bullets graze his skin, nothing hitting him, and he rips the gun from the person standing next to him. There's yelling, Theo snarls so loud he feels his throat vibrating, and he hears the sure sound of a skull being crushed. He looks up in time to see Liam stomping someone's head. There's the beta with anger issues, Theo thinks. He growls at Liam, not in anger or fear, but in greeting. Like he's glad he hasn't seen him in a long time, and they're catching up.

Liam shouts back, his fangs glistening red like his claws, his face shifted. He runs at him all fours, Theo isn't worried, and he leaps over Theo to tackle the person behind him. Theo sees the last one alive, he's shaking his hands can't even hold up the gun, and Theo catches him before he makes it two steps. He begs, he pleads, but the words die out when Theo rips out his throat. There's the quiet gurgle of him trying to breath, and Theo stands on his chest as he turns to check on Liam.

Liam is still shifted, blood dripping from his claws, his teeth, and he pants heavily. He looks out of it, he's muttering something under his breath that Theo can't quite catch, and Theo drinks him in. He's been living in his truck for months, he's drifted into Washington he doesn't know how Liam found him, but, fuck, Liam looks good. He'll make a great Alpha, his Alpha he thinks, and Theo catches his breath. Liam is bloody, most of his not his, and Theo watches his skin knit itself back together. Theo growls at him, can't find words, and Liam snarls back.

It's oddly soothing.

Theo stalks forward, Liam stays still, and he cups Liam's face with a clawed hand. He turns Liam's face around, inspecting it, and Liam growls at him. It sounds like he's getting on to him for something, and Theo drops his hand as he inspects himself. A few bullets grazed him, nothing that can't heal, but his clothes are dirty. The blood is mostly others, so he'll deal. He turns to leave, grabbing his bag, and searches the pockets of a dead man for his keys. He leaves, heading toward the SUV, and Liam snarls and chases after him.

Theo bares his fangs, snarling loudly and roaring. Go away from here, away from me, go back to Scott where it's safe, Theo tries to say. His stares deep into Liam's gold eyes, thousands of emotions and comments, and Liam jumps down off the side of the truck. Liam rumbles under his breath, but backs away. Letting him go, but Theo will be back.

He can't stay away.

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