-Recap-
"Uh-" Stiles stops himself from saying Lyrica, not wanting to draw her husband into his mess.
"He's with me." A voice calls from the doorway and Stiles and McCall both turn to face the veterinarian.
(3rd P.O.V.)
Lyrica grunts in frustration, pulling at the chains around her. Jennifer hadn't been stupid enough to tie her with rope like the others, and used heavy duty chains to pin her down.
"Lyrica, you're just going to hurt yourself." Melissa sighs, looking at the she-wolf.
"If it means getting us out of here, I don't care." She grunts, pushing her body as far from the pole as she can, the chains straining but still holding.
"Lyrica, save your strength." Argent calls from across the cellar.
"Oh, bite me, Argent." Lyrica bitterly chuckles, falling back against the post.
"Why did you even sacrifice yourself, Lyrica?" Sheriff Stilinski calls. "You could be safe right now with your family."
"Noah, there's a few things you don't realize." Lyrica sighs. "First thing is that I'll never truly be safe. I'm a werewolf. An alpha, nonetheless. I will be hunted for the rest of my life by hunters, those looking to steal my power, and many more. Second thing, is that I needed to keep Jennifer fully distracted from Derek and the others. If she's busy with me and making sure I don't escape, she can't go after them. And the final thing. As much as I hate you, Stiles needs you. And Hunter deserves to at least know his father."
"What do you mean?"
"It means that it's much too late for you and me." Lyrica pauses. "But I'd be wrong to keep Hunter from meeting you. He needs to know that there's still some good in the world. If we get out of this alive, we'll set up a date for you and Hunter to meet."
"Now that the emotional moment is over, how are we gonna get out of here?" Melissa asks, determined to see her son again.
"No clue." Lyrica shrugs. "You guys don't have anything to cut your ropes with, and I can't get to you to use my claws."
"Wait." Argent suddenly gasps, realizing something. "Lyrica, you can still fully shift, right?"
"Right now, no. The wolfsbane powder is still affecting me a little. I only have my eyes and claws. Why?"
"Can your hands touch?"
"What are you getting at, Argent?" Melissa asks just as Lyrica processes what he's asking.
"I have claws." Lyrica replies. "Hunters have a tendency to take souvenirs from their kills."
"They always go for the claws first because they don't shift back to human nails. Then the teeth." Argent explains. "They rip them off and some sand them down because of how sharp they are."
"So you're asking her to-"
"Rip my claws off for you guys to cut yourselves free, yes." Lyrica nods.
"Will they grow back?" Melissa asks, obviously grossed out and worried.
"As long as I'm alive." Lyrica nods, preparing herself for the slow pain of pulling her own claws out.
"Try to stay quiet." Argent warns the alpha.
"Argent, I endured physical and mental abuse for the first 14 years of my life." Lyrica rolls her eyes. "I know how to be quiet."
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Lyrica grunts as she gives up on trying to rip her claws out, resorting to cutting them out instead.
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Mama Hale
Fanfiction//PSA BEFORE YOU READ: This story was written when I was brand new to everything writing. For a much better everything, go read the rewritten version on my profile. Still written by me, just MUCH better in literally every way. If you still choose to...
