Claws {Teen Wolf ~ Stiles}

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Preface

Leaning against the inside of the van with my head leaned back. My eyes were closed, since there wasn't any reason to open them besides to stare at the material that was wrapped around my head securely.

It was pretty boring, just sitting in the back of the van and all - I jerk to my left, my handcuffs digging into my wrists as I tried stop the pain of the metal around my wrists. "What the. . ." I say, muffled into the material around my mouth also - my kidnappers did a wonderful job of annoying me.

Then it was silent again.

I twisted myself into the upright position. What on earth- The sound of metal and the shaking of the vehicle I was in silenced my thoughts as I quickly tugged on my hands cuffs in a weak attempt to get myself free once again. The injections they've given me refused to let me get myself free in an awesome bad ass way.

"Scott! Keep your cool man! Oh come on Derek! You need to stop Scott from snapping that tree in -" snap "Half."

My ears twitched while I continued to tug on my hand cuff's, my feet are placed on wall of the vehicle and I tried with all my might to either dislocate my arms or snap the metal around my wrists. "GUYS! COME ON!"

"Mph!" I yelled into the material over my mouth, trying to get whoever was outside to help me - but what if they're helping the people who kidnapped me?

"Seriously! You need to - whoa, do what your doing Derek, have some fun. You need it and all. . ."

"Mph!" My boot slams against the metal wall before I slumped against the vehicles floor sourly.

"I wonder what the Hunter's had in their Van. . ."

YES. LOOK IN THE VAN. LOOK IN THE VAN.

My back straightens and I wait for to be found. "Scott, can you. . ?" Metal is crunched and the Van I was in rocked and I waited. "Whoa."

Foot steps clambered clumsily into the metal vehicle I was in. "You alive?"

"Mmph." I grumbled, twitching while I waited for the voice to help me out.

Cold fingers touched my temples, making me flinch before it took the fabrics off. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked up, tensing while I stared at him, the smell of Wolf suffocating came towards me, making me push myself backwards in fear.

"Hey, hey, I'm Stiles." I narrowed my eyes at him and tugged on my wrists that the handcuffs were locked around my wrists. "Let me." I gave him a skeptical look as he leaned forward and grabbed onto the side of the wall that the hand cuffs were weaved between. "Scott, little help."

Suddenly a Werewolf appeared at the door's and I quickly threw myself backwards - I am defiantly not getting into the Werewolf bullshit that follows their species where ever they go.

"He's my friend, you can trust him." Stiles says before he removed the cloth over my mouth and his friend climbed into the van and his warm hands touched my skin, making me flinch backwards before he was broke the chains, only to leave the metal that was wrapped around my wrists.

"Come-" I grabbed onto Stiles and pulled him away from his 'friend'. I held onto the human who's scent was mixed in with Werewolf. I narrowed my eyes at the other guy who growled at me in return. "No, look, he's cool. Scott, change, you're probably freaking her out."

Suddenly the guy in front of us features changed back into his human ones. "Who's she?"

"The Hunters had her in here. . .You're not a lizard by any chance, are you? Or a dragon? Maybe something cool like a ostrich."

I gave Stiles a look as soon as he said 'ostrich'. "Dragons are way cooler." I muttered, turning back to the werewolf and to stare at him skeptically.

"Where's Derek?" Stiles says after a moment.

"Gone."

"They're dead." A third voice says before another guy strolled up behind the Werewolf. "Who's the girl?"

"The Hunter's had her locked up."

"Alright." The older guy cracks his fingers. "Move aside." I stiffened as he started to climb into the van and towards me.

"What, why?"

"She needs to die-"

"What?!"

My back hits the metal screen that divided the van in half and Stiles moves in front of me. "We can talk about this-"

"The Hunter's took her for a reason, she could be an Alpha-"

"Are you an Alpha?" Stiles questions.

I shook my head. "See, she's not an Alpha-"

"Then she could be something else-"

"You're not a freak, are you?" I glared at the back of Stiles' head.

"I can feel her glare at me so I assume that's a no." Stiles says.

"We need to-"

"You're already a false fugitive, you don't need to become a real one."

"Fine, you're in charge of her. If she steps one foot out of line though, she's dead, got it?"

"Got it."

What the hell has these Hunter's gotten me into?

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