𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 | ❝ There are so many threats happening all at once and no one trusts anyone. People are dying and we don't know why or how or who's going to be next. And we can't protect anyone if we can't trust each other. ❞
The supernatu...
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With the rising sun, I found out what Stiles and Scott had decided to do with Jackson. It was very illegal and stupid, but when are Stiles' ideas and plans not illegal and stupid?
I told him as much—that his idea was very illegal and would get him into serious trouble if our dad found out.
And I had to stay away from that whole situation because if they did get caught, do you know how bad that would really look if a 24 year old was caught with a kidnapped 16 year old boy?
I was in my room with the rising sun, tearing off my clothes for a shower. I was exhausted. The all-nighter would've been nothing to me if I hadn't been running around the town after a homicidal lizard, two teenagers, and an Alpha. All while simultaneously avoiding a pair of hunters who seemed to following said homicidal lizard.
My legs felt like jelly as I dragged myself back down the hall to my bedroom after my shower. I was now dressed in an over-sized t-shirt from a forever-ago flame from high school and my underwear.
I wore the shirt like a dress and I was home alone, which was fine by me.
A yawn escaped my lips and I fell into my covers, kicking them over my legs.
And I was out by the time my head landed on my pillow.
"Again!"
I threw another punch at the punching bag, sweat dripping down from my face and my breath leaving my lips in short bursts. My blonde hair was braided back and a few shorter hairs clung to the sweat coating my cheeks.
"Harder!" he grunted harshly.
I kept throwing punches against the punching bag, the bandages around my knuckles started to tear from the heavy use I put on them.
"Do you want to learn how to be a werewolf or not? Punch it harder!"
I wiped the fly away hairs from my face and turned to the man with a breathless huff. "Why are you being so harsh?" I asked him. "More-so than usual."
"Oh, you think I'm being harsh?" he quipped bitterly.
Before I could respond, he flung himself at me. I shrieked in surprise as his hand gripped around my neck and he pinned me to the ground.
His eyes glowed red and his teeth bared, his face being to form his wolf.
"Are you prepared to die because you can't defend yourself?!"
I kicked my legs out and my hands clawed at his hand around my neck, trying to free myself.
"Are you?!" he roared, his voice reverberating off of the walls and equipment of the empty gym.
