❝ Looks like you've got a severe case of the crazies ❞
❝ That crap you told me before was crazy... this is real ❞
• In which Sunday Hampton realizes werewolves and kanimas are not nearly as scary as her own life •
(TEEN WOLF S4 → S6)
(OC X LIAM DUNB...
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“So let me recap… you’re a werewolf?” Scott nods. “And you bit Liam, so he’s a werewolf too.” He nods again. I sigh, “okay. Okay, that makes sense. Kira is a katsunee--”
“Kitsune.”
“--kitsune. Lydia is a banshee. Malia is a werecoyote. And Stiles is… completely human?”
Stiles clicks his tongue and then exclaims, “yep. I think that’s just about it.”
I hold up a hand, “nun-uh it is not. How did Garrett and Violet get a list of everyone who’s supernatural? Where’s the money they were promised coming from?”
“Someone stole money from Peter Hale's safe. He's another werewolf.”
“Well,” Stiles interjects. “If we can call him that anymore.”
“Now is not the time for technicalities,” Scott hisses.
He's right, seeing as I'm currently sitting on top of a squirming Violet.
“Yeah, okay.”
“So whoever it stole it has some sort of vendetta against you guys?” I ask.
“Looks like it. They're anonymously contacting assassins to kill us. We all have a certain amount of money attached to our heads.”
“Which is why Violet here-” I pat her head and she groans. “-said you're worth a lot of money. And she killed someone at the party I went to?”
“...yeah.”
“Mom's never letting me out of her sight again.”
“No need to worry about that now,” a new guy, dressed in black and serious looking, says as he enters the room.
I hold up the lacrosse stick in self defense for what feels like the fiftieth time tonight. Scott grabs it and puts it against the wall, though, and assures me that the man is a friend.
“Let me guess, another werewolf?”
The man doesn't reply, instead catching sight of Brett, who is losing consciousness. He kneels by the boy, scanning him over.
“Wolfsbane,” Scott mutters to him. The man nods, concerned, and props Brett up.
“Stiles, I need some help here.” Stiles scrambles to do as the man tells him. “Oh, and your dad is here, Scott.”
“Ugh, finally!” I mutter.
The man and Stiles carry Brett out. The police flood the room seconds later, taking Violet into their custody.
After twenty minutes of craziness, with the police roaming the school and coach's shouts echoing through the vents as I wait in the halls, the lacrosse team is set free. Nolan starts asking me questions as soon as we meet up.
