The third instalment in the Elle Marshall Saga
"The Instinct to love, to hunt, to protect"
The pack defeated the Kanima but it left them Divided, lovers spilt and friends as strangers but with an alpha pack on the way can they afford to be separate...
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Instinct Chapter 3 Fighting for our lives
Elle sat cross legged on derek's table while Peter was chilled out on the sofa as stiles paced up and down the loft.
"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-wracking. My nerves are wracked. They're severely wracked. Wracked!" Stiles announced shaking his hands as his ADHD began to kick in.
"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over..." Peter offerend and that caused Elle to let out an low threatening growl towards her uncle.
"You think Erica's really dead?" Stiles asked and Elle gave her boyfriend a sympathetic smile.
"You think I really care?" Peter replied throwing his head back.
"I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha...Like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha Pack, right? So, shouldn't they have a lair?" Stiles began to reel off different towards the hale wolves.
"They're Werewolves, not Bond villains." Elle laughed at her boyfriends erratic behaviour.
"Wait a sec, wait a sec-- maybe they're living there, you know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens!" The human thought he was onto something and Peter turned to his niece mouthing.
"Wolf dens?" Elle just shook her head as if to say don't ask.
"Where do you live?" Stiles asked peter.
"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods..." Peter told him sarcastically making Elle roll her eyes.
"Whoa, really???" Stiles asked excitedly maki big Peter scoff.
"No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown." Elle had to bite her lip from laughing at the crushed puppy look Stiles held on his face.
"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles continued to throw questions so the hale wolves.
"Maybe they think it's poetic." Elle shrugged trying to satisfy Stiles' curiosity.
"They've already had three full moons to be poetic." He yelled out and Elle moved to lying down on the table.
"And here, you've only had one full hour to be so annoying--" Peter cut him self off as he started thinking.
"No, go ahead. Finish what you were saying. I'm an-I'm annoying? What were you gonna say there?" Stiles poked at peter.
"What are the walls made of?" He asked Stiles and Elle shot up from her position.
"What? Uh... I don't know... Like, wood and brick, or..." stiles trialled off.
