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CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
"are you kidding me?" peter asked.
"hands where i can see them." stiles' father.
"how the hell was i supposed to remember any of that?" peter said standing up.
"she got it from you." lydia said.
"i was out of my mind. do you know what it's like for one of us to be in a coma? paralyzed but cognizant? you try not going crazy." peter said.
"she was listening to you." parrish said.
"she was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic. a former lunatic. i'm much healthier now. i had nothing to do with this." peter told the sheriff.
"if she was following your lead on this, then how do we know there isn't more?" he asked.
"stealing my own money? really?" peter asked.
"you were going to use it anyway." stiles' dad said.
"stop. stop it. this is what she wants. it's why she's here. look around, sheriff. there's three people in here right now. four people still on the deadpool. me, parrish... and meredith." lydia said.
"but not him." parrish said looking at peter.
"lydia's right. we don't want to kill each other." peter said.
"the only person i'm pointing a gun at is you." noah said.
"then you better make it a perfect shot, sheriff, because i don't go down easy." peter said.
"i'm willing to bet that a bullet between the eyes doesn't heal real fast... not even for your kind." sheriff stilinski said pointing that gun at peters head.
"stop. please, stop." lydia said.
"this departments getting more corrupted by the second. what are you going to charge me with, sheriff? how are you going to explain this to a judge? telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution? hmm. they're gonna be pointing a gun at your head and asking you to go quietly." peter said.
"let him go. you have to let him go." lydia said.
"i'd take the word of a banshee, sheriff. i leave. no triggers pulled. and no blood shed." peter said as sheriff stilinski took the gun off his head.
