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The Pull (99/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was gifted to them. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2751

Warnings: angst and more angst so enjoy it

Additional A/N: If you see *** at any point this means that there is a POV and location change (like a scene change in a show where it’s a completely different character- forgot to add that last time) and this is a thing that is going to be going on going forward, okay thanks!

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Gasping, you find yourself in the same small space as earlier. Sighing, you call out Scott’s name.

It takes him a moment but you hear him call your name a moment later.

“Any idea how we got back here?” you ask him.

“No idea but we better keep going,” you hear him call out, “Can you still get out?”

Groaning, you maneuver yourself around so that you’re on your stomach again and make your way out of the drawer, or whatever else this can be called.

Crawling forward you find that, just like last time, you and Scott both manage to make your way back into the school hallway.

“Well isn’t this fun?” you mutter as you push yourself up again.

The two of you make your way down the hallway again. You’re likely to run into the same thing with Liam. so this time, you try to keep an eye out for him.

There’s no scent however and you can’t make out any footsteps. The sound of a whooshing ball catches your attention and you sigh as Scott catches it.

This time, however, his claws are extended.

“That’s why you’re the Alpha,” Liam tells him and turns.

“Pup!” you call out and he turns to look at you, he smirks at you, “La Ira….”

You’re surprised at the name… but before you get a chance to ask him about it, he’s making his way down the hallways, leaving you and Scott to follow him again,.

It doesn’t take very long for you to catch up to him, this time he’s made it to the boys locker room.

“Pup?” you call out at the same time Scott calls out, “Liam?”

“Natasha,” Scott calls you and you turn to see he’s made his way to one of the sinks. He opens his mouth and you see that, somehow, it looks like he’s got a second set of canines.

“There’s something different isn’t there?” Liam asks, materializing beside you and you have to keep yourself from screaming in surprise.

“I’ve got more fangs,” Scott mutters, “I noticed it during the quarantine… I don’t know why...”

Chuckling, you shake your head and tell him, “It’s part of being an Alpha.”

“Like he’s becoming more of a werewolf,” Liam questions and you nod your head.

“Or more of a monster,” Scott points out.

“Scott… It doesn’t make you a monster,” you growl as you cross to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him towards you, you flash him a fang, “It means you’re getting stronger”

“… like you’re growing..” Liam points out and you turn to nod your head at him.

The Mute is standing there, however, ready to with a tomahawk poised to throw at Liam. Before you can think it through, you’ve launched yourself athim and this time, you’re met by the satisfying feel of his blood dripping down your fingers.

“Evolving…” comes his robotic response and you twist your hand in his neck, tearing out his throat.

“Natasha…” both boys sound shocked but you shake your head as you release the Mute, letting his body fall limply to the floor.

“You don’t threaten my friends and get away with it,” you practically snarl.

***

Stiles is waiting in the same room - Kira and Liam haven’t been gone very long but the lights flicker in and out before steadying and suddenly going out completely.

Groaning, Stiles can’t help but mutter, “Just once… just once…”

It’s a good thing though. It means their plan is working and if all is going according to plan then they should, in fact, be getting a hold of the Benefactor by the end of the day.

Pulling his phone out, he calls the pup and then Kira but neither of them answer and Stiles can feel a pit growing in his stomach. That’s not part of the plan.

Deciding to go find them, or Argent, he quickly and makes his way out of the room.

He’s making his way through the building and as he comes up to a corner, he catches sight of Argent making his way through the halls. Reaching out for the man, he doesn’t even get to touch the man when he’s turned around a gun is pointed at Stiles head.

For a half second, Stiles can feel his entire body freeze as flashes of Simen run across his mind and he has to focus on breathing. A movement catches his eye and Stiles can feel himself flinch before he processes that Argent had lowered his gun.

Before Argent can say anything, Stiles tells him, “The power’s out in the whole building. I lost all the cameras.”

Argent nods his head and motions towards the morgue, “Stay with Scott. Text me if you see or hear anything.”

When Argent looks down at his watch, Stiles chances a glance and sees that there’s just over eighteen minutes left before they fully lose Scott.

Turning, takes off to the morgue.

***

“This is a Sig Sauer P226 9mm.” Braeden tells him as she puts the next weapon in fron of him.

“I don’t like guns,” Derek points out.

“That’s because you’ve never learned to use one,” she tries to tell him and Dereks sorely tempted to point to her that it’s not that he’s never learned it’s that he’s genuniely never been a fan of guns. Most werewolves aren’t.

Instead of trying to point that out to her, he just tells her, “Or maybe it’s because i’ve been shot.”

“You’ll like this one,” Braeden smirks as she picks up the gun and releases the mag, “The legal clip size in California is ten. You always want to remember how many shots you fired. Running out of bullets can get you killed. It also makes you look stupid.”

Braeden returns the mag to the gun and locks it in place before she flips the gun in her hand and and puts the grip in his hand, “SBut using a gun isn’t just about learning how to point and shoot.”

Now that was something new to him, so he asks her why that is.

“Because an average person can move twenty-one fett in one-point-five seconds,” Braeden points out, “If they have a knife they can gut you before you can pull and fire —.so with a gun, you need distance.”

She crosses past him but is still just a few paces out, “Go ahead. Pull the gun on me.”

Derek chuckles and shakes his head befoe moving to lift the gun, however, he quickly finds that Braeden has twisted his hand and he finds his that the gun is out of his hands in Braeden’s again, “so yea…”

“Wanna try again?” Braeden taunts him and he knows she’s taunting him but he agrees to do it again.

Braeden crosses by him again and the two of them face off.

Derek goes to pull the gun and again, he finds that she, again, manages to get the gun out of his hand. As she takes the gun this time, he can hear the grunt of frustration leave his lips.

“Again,” he tells her and he can tell that this time it’s a frustration because he can’t get it right.

“I could do this all day,” she taunts him and he sees a spark in her eyes that she fails to hide. Trying not to scoff, he realizes that she’s so much like the others it’s almost too easy.

Taking a step towards her, he can hear her heartbeat pick up and he has to fight back a smirk before he reaches out and pulls her towards him. Bending down, he puts his lips to hers and can feel her enthusiastic response. He tries not to chuckle but instead just slips his hand to her waist and, as she pulls him closer, slips the gun from her waistband and presses it to her stomach

“You cheated,” she whispers breathlessly against him a moment later.

“Learning to bend,” he smirks at her.

This time when she looks at him, there’s a look in her eyes and for some reason, he finds that he wants to see that look again. The two of them share a look and he realizes that she’d played him just as much as he’d played her.

If they keep going though, this time it’s real.

***

Malia looks over the Birth Certificate, her mothers name is missing - torn out of the page and she can’t help but feel a bit disappointed at it.

“You wanna talk about it?” Peter asks, pulling her from the file in front of her. When she turns to him, he asks, “See a family counselor?”

“There’s nothing in there,” she points out to him.

“Cost me a lot of money to get that file,” she hears Peter practically pout.

“You got ripped off,” she tells him before she moves to make her way past hm.

“You know what happens when you only hear one side of a story?” Peter asks as he walks towards her. Surprisingly, he seems to walk almost in a half-circle and not directly at her and the two of them end up on opposite sides, staring at each other when Peter tells her, “You only hear one side of the story.”

Glaring at him, Malia points out, “You murdered people. Not Killed. Murdered.”

“There were extenuating circumstances,” Peter tries to defend.

“Like what? The fire?” she snaps because she knows that’s going to be his excuse.

“A fire that nearly burned me alive,” he tells her and she doesn’t bother to hide her scoff, “Do you know what that’s like for one of us?”

Malia doesn’t answer the question. Partially because she can't’ but also because it doesn’t make it any better. There’s no excuse for what he’s dome she’s come to understand.

“It’s not a pleasant sleep,” he tells her, “Imagine it… being trapped in your body but still being fully cognizant. Unable to do anything other than listen to your own thoughts slowly driving you absolutely and totally insane. Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day. Yes I’ve done horrible, terrible things. And so have a lot of people. And horrible, terrible things are going to keep happening.

Especially when there’s a dead pool with your name on it. With Little Wolf’s name on it. With Derek's name on it.”

“Little Wolf?” Malia asks, she’s positive it’s not actually a name but she isn't;’t entirely sure that she’s right.

Peter looks surprised for a moment before he answers her, “Natasha… Your cousin…”

That’s news to her and she’s sure that the confusion is evident on her face. It takes her a few moments to process, but she repeats the names to him, “So me, Natasha. Derek… others but not yours.”

“True,” Peter answers after a beat, “But I am not The Benefactor. I’m just a guy who’s out millions of dollars - a few thousand of which I used trying to help… you.”

“Me?” she scoffs.

“How does the bad guy prove that he’s not so bad? By doing something nice,” Peter informs her.

“What could you ever do for me?”

“Help you find your mother,” Peter answers her and Malia can feel her heart stop at the idea. This was why she’d come here after all. Peter is either oblivious to her internal struggle or he knows exactly what’s going on because he continues, “I’m pretty interested myself as the memory was stolen from me by my sister Talia.”

“Okay,” Malia agrees. If he can help her find her mom, she can finally get some answers, “What did you find?”

“A woman, might be her,” Peter tells her as he steps forward, “I don’t have a name yet, just a particularly interesting alias. She’s called the Desert Wolf. Do you know what that means?”

And she does…

Coyote

***

The lights in the morgue flicker in and out for a moment and Stiles can’t help but think that the generators are probably dying out.

He’d sent a text to Kira and the pup, telling them to hurry their awsses to the morgue but still no one had shown up. Stiles can’t help but feel jittery and he bounces his leg.

Looking at the door, he decides to call Argent and pulls his phone out as he dials the man. As he waits for the phone to connect, he begins to pace back and forth, “Come on, come on… Answer the phone. Answer the phone, Argent,” the line just keeps ringing and Stiles grumbles, “Come on, Argent. Answer the phone. Why are you not answering the phone?”

His question is answered second later when the doors rattle as they fly open, a body slamming through them. It was enough to make Stiles jump and he’d turned to see Argent on the floor at his feet.

The man is grunting as he pushes himself up, “Stiles Run! Stiles get out of here!”

Another body enters the room and Stiles looks up to see the bane of his existence.

Kate Argent.

She’s walking in like she owns the place and he watches as her attention turns to him, “Get out of the way Stile. I’m taking the body.”

No! He hears that inner voice growl and seeing as how he very much agrees with said voice, he doesn’t move from in front of the refrigerated drawers.

Argent gets up and stands in front of him defensively and Stiles tilts his head, trying not to let his anger be too obvious when he asks her, “Why? Visual Confirmation?”

Kate smirks as she looks between the two of them and with each step forwards says, “Don’t worry handsome. I’m not the Benefactor.”

“Then what do you want with the body?”Argent asks her and Stiles takes a haf step to the side so he can keep his eye on Kate as she gets closer.

“I wish I could tell you,” she answers him menacingly as she moves a hand towards him. Argent steps forward and she goes to grab his am but Argent manages to jam a gun just under her jaw pulling a grunt from her lips

“I always forget you carry two,” Kate mutters.

“Back off!” Chris practically snarls at his sister.

Kate, however, looks completely unfazed as she taunts him, “You sure you can pull that trigger fast enough?”

“I don’t want to,” Chris tells her but he knows that if it comes down to it - he will.

“You’re not going to kill me,” Kate tells him, completely sure of herself.

“I’m not gonna let you take his body!” Chris snaps at her, shaking her body at the same time.

“Well obviously you two have a lot to talk about,” he hears Stiles point out, “So maybe I saw some coffee, a vending machine outside…”

Knowing that Kate doesn’t wanna just chat, he can see it in her eyes that she’s about to tear Stiles apart. Pulling her towards him so that her attention turns back to him, he tells her, “Listen to me Kate. We have a plan.”

“If killing Scott and Natasha was part of it, you’re worse than me,” she scoffs at him before her lips twist into a smirk, “What do you think Alexander and his little runts are going to do to you when they find out?”

Stiles watches as Kate’s eyes snap over to him, over Argents shoulder, and he can see the grotesque smirk on her lips, “That is if Derek and Peter let you live.”

Refusing to be intimidated, Stiles curls his lip and tells her, “He’s telling the truth. We’re trying to get to The Benefactor.”

“If you didn’t notice, you’re on that list too,” Argent points out to Kate. “And you’re worth more than most.”

“That’s why I’m here!” Kate bites out.

“Then back off and let us do what we planned,” Argent snaps back at her.

The two of them have a stare off for a moment and Stiles isn’t sure how it happens but Kate manages to move Argent’s wrist and his eyes land on the watch on his wrist.

Three minutes.

Stiles can feel his heart lodge in his throat but he knows better than to turn and look at Tasha.

“Take the Berserkers and go, Kate, please. We have a plan,” Argent tries and this time Stiles can hear the desperation in his voice.

Kat doesn’t look like she wants to listen and her eyes flick from Argent to Stiles and just behind him.

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years ago

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The Pull (76/?)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2388

Warnings: Bad descriptions of fighting, There’s no stasha this episode... Don’t kill me!

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You’re standing off to the side with Derek, waiting for Sheriff to give you guys the go-ahead. A police helicopter is flying over, floodlight on as the force tries to find whoever it was that had taken out Sean. People in uniform swarming in and around the hospital trying to find any possible leads.

The chaos is unsurprising in the aftermath of finding a dead patient and as you watch, you have an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity… like it was when Void had been up to his games and your hand moves up to touch the kanji on your ear.

Closing your eyes you focus on this moment, reminding yourself that Void isn’t here…

“Let’s get everyone off the roof,” you can hear Sheriff telling Parrish, “And uh… see if you can stall the M.E. for five minutes. I’ve got an expert of my own coming in to take a look.”

“You have an expert on teenage cannibals?” is the deputies' unbelieving response.

Your lips pull up into a small quirk at the amount of trust Sheriff shows in you and your family and at Parrish’s response.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the deputies to clear out and Sheriff walks over to you and Derek, “You’ve been there long enough to hear we’ve gotta be quick about this.” He pointed out as he made his way up to the two of you before asking, “So what is it?”

“A Wendigo,” you tell him. At the Sheriff’s confused expression, you clarify, “Cannibalistic shapeshifters….”

“But I haven’t heard of them in Beacon Hills for a long time,” Derek tells the two of you, “They must have been extremely well hidden.”

No one says anything but a changing wind catches Derek’s attention and he turns around for a moment. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from reacting when you realize he’s caught Scott's scent and, if you’re right, Liams.

A moment later, he confirms your thought process when he asks, “How many people did Scott say were up here?”

“Just Sean and the ax-murderer,” Sheriff tells Derek, “who apparently had no mouth. You know anything about that?”

Derek turns to look at you and the two of you have a quick, silent conversation. Whatever Scott’s up to - it apparently involves Liam but until you know for sure what it is, it’s probably best not to say a word.

“Alright, “ Noah says when Derek doesn’t respond, “Anything special about how they die or… anything?”

At this, you look over to Derek. You don’t know much about how other creatures die but you know that some have burial rites in order to be able to actually rest and there are some that can just be buried.

Derek looks thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head, “None that I can think of. The good news is that unless the coroner digs around, the feeding teeth should stay receded.”

“Receded?” Sherriff questions and Derek nods his head.

“Wendigo’s have a set of feeding teeth, the fangs, that usually only show up when they’re feeding. They retract above the regular teeth outside of that,” Derek explains. “As long as the coroner doesn’t dig too close near the gums, you won’t have to answer any questions.”

You find yourself surprised by the information and Sheriff looks just as confused as you do but nods his head after a moment’s pause. The sound of a banging door catches both yours and Derek’s attention and you realize that Parrish has held off the Coroner as long as he can - it’s time to go.

The two of you quickly make your way off the roof, thankful for fire escapes.

***

Pulling up to Scott’s house, Stiles had wondered what it was that his friend needed help with and why exactly he was being so secretive.

As he walks up to the house, Scott opens the back door and Stiles walks in, “I told my dad everything I could.”

“But you didn’t tell him about Liam?” Scott clarifies

Stiles shakes his head as he points out, “You barely told me about Liam!”

Realizing that there is no annoying little brat anywhere in sight so he asks, “What’d you do with him anyway?”

Scott seems reluctant when he says, “He’s upstairs.”

“Doing what?”

“Laying down…” Scott drags out and Stiles knows that he’s hiding something but decides against saying anything and follows him up the stairs.

Scott goes into his room but still, Stiles doesn’t see Liam. He follows as Scott walks to the bathroom and a moment later he’s pulling back the curtain to reveal a terrified looking Liam covered in duct tape. Liams thrashing around and Stiles turns his shocked expression to Scott who grimaces as he lets the curtain fall and the two of them make their way back to Scott’s room where they sit on the edge of the bed.

“So you bit him?” Stiles clarifies.

“Yeah…”

“And you kidnapped him.”

“Yeah,” Scott confirms with a nod of his head.

“Then brought him here?”

“I panicked,” Scott tries to defend himself.

“Yup,” Stiles says, trying not to scoff before turning to look back at the bathroom door, “This isn’t going to end up with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert is it?”

Liams muffled cries become more panicked and Stiles has to remind himself that it’s likely that Liam's sense of hearing has developed and he’s probably terrified.

Trying not to groan, he turns to Scott, “As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck.”

“I know,” Scott points out, “Which is why I called you.”

There’s a moment of silence before Scott asks, “So, what do we do?”

“We’re going to have to explain it.”

They move to grab Liam and it isn’t long before they’ve got him situated in Scott’s desk chair. The boys' eyes are flicking back and forth between the two of them and Stiles moves to stand in front of Liam, “Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it?”

Liam's eyes go back and forth between Scott and Stiles before he nods his head quickly.

“Okay,” Stiles says before motioning for Scott to remove the tape.

Scott doesn’t seem to get the picture and so Stiles reaches out and pulls the tape off Liam’s mouth, who makes a pained grunt as the tape comes off.

“Alright Liam,” Stiles begins, “now you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” Liam says with a shake of his head.

“Good…” Stiles mutters, “that’s good.”

“I don’t understand either,” Scott points out and Stiles glances between the two of them.

Shaking his head, Stiles sighs, “We need to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Liam asks, his voice is skeptical and annoyed.

Stiles can see how uncomfortable Scott is but there’s really no way to get past this outside of telling the little shit what’s happening.

Eventually, Scott begins, “Liam… what happened to you. What I did to you... Which I had to do in order to save you… it, it’s going to change you.”

“Unless it kills you,” Stiles points out, almost subconsciously. When he sees the flash of terror run across Liam’s features he realizes his mistake and shakes his head, “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”

“What?” Liam asks, his voice broken as small sniffles begin to filter out of him.

“Uh…” Stiles begins, unsure of what he’s seeing when the sniffles begin to become actual tears, “Is he… is he crying?”

“Hey, Liam,” Scott tries, “ You’re okay. You’re going to be alright.” Liam however, either does not hear Scott or chooses to ignore him and Scott has to tell him, “You’re not going to die.”

“Probably not,” Stiles points out.

He watches as Scott turns and practically growls at him, “Stop it.”

Crossing his arms, Stiles raises an eyebrow at his longtime friend,“He deserves to know the truth, Scott.” Crossing over to the new, possible, beta, Stiles starts working on the tape and rope, “Would you help me untie him?”

Once they have him untied, both boys step back from Liam, showing they mean no additional harm.

“Liam?” Scott begins, “Are you okay?”

“We’re sorry about that,” Stiles tries, “We’re really sorry.”

The room falls silent for a moment and Stiles is trying to figure out how to help out this poor kid when said kid is picking up the chair he’d been tied in just a few moments ago.

Feeling Scott being thrown into him, Stiles is knocked into the dresser closest to the door.

“Liam, what the hell is your…” Stiles asks as he pushes himself back against the dresser only to be met with a fierce pain on the side of his face. It takes him a moment to realize that Liam punched him

Pushing off the dresser, he and Scott fall into the hallway where he sees Liam standing there, like a deer in the headlights.

“Get him!” he yells at Scott and the two of them push themselves up before rushing towards the boy. The three of them end up tumbling down the stairs and Stiles reaches out, grabbing the boy.

“Leg!” he calls out, “I got him! I got him! I got him!”

He stops struggling and ends up locking eyes with Scott. Scott who’s leg he’s currently holding. Scott who is glaring at him.

Letting go of Scott's leg, he feels Scott practically throw away his leg. The two of them turn and look over towards the front door that’s now wide open.

“Your plan sucked too,” Scott practically growls.

Stiles can’t help it, when he speaks, there’s a growl of his own, “No, this was trying to fix your plan. You can’t make shit smell like roses Scott.”

Scott looks over to Stiles, frustration bordering on anger on his face and Stiles raises an eyebrow at his friend. There’s a dark look on Scott's face for a moment before it shifted to surprise.

***

You’d swung by Peter’s after leaving Derek at the hospital. While you were curious about what was going on with Scott you were also curious what Braeden may have found so you’d dragged your oldest cousin over to Derek’s loft so that the three of you could have a little family pow-wow about the missing money.

Walking into the loft with Peter, who’s reading one of Braeden's reports, you notice that it seems like Derek’s not home but one of the silent alarms seems to be going off. Turning the alarm off, you call out for your older cousin.

You make your way to the stairs and call out for your cousin again when a whooshing sound catches your attention. Turning around you watch as Peter falls to his knees.

“Peter!” you scream as you run towards him.

As you near him there’s another whooshing sound and you drop down. Looking up you see a man in a grey jumpsuit of some sort and with no mouth.

The same guy Sheriff had told you about.

Growling you extend your claws and make your way towards him. He has nothing to throw at you so you’re able to rush after him and you move to attack him.

You’re not sure how he’s doing it but a moment later a robotic voice is saying, “Don’t worry Peter… Derek’s next…right after...”

You cut him off by launching yourself at him and the robotic voice is muffled as the two of you tumble against the floor. You manage to get the upper hand and you’re punching him in the side of the face when he manages to flip you.

He moves to punch you but a roar and a blur distract you and a moment later you can feel his weight move off you.

Getting up, you watch as the man fights against Peter. You’re not sure how but quickly, the man without the mouth, the Mute, managest to get away. You manage to pull his glove off. Both you and Peter try to attack the man on two ends but he throws something at his feet and a bright light flashes out, a flash grenade, blinding both you and Peter.

When you open your eyes again, it takes a few minutes to readjust but, eventually, you find that the loft is empty again.

“What the hell was that?” you growl out and Peter shakes his head, “Nothing good.”

He pulls you to him and you can tell that he’s checking you over, looking for an injury when you realize that the center of his shirt is covered in blood with a tear in the very center.

Gasping, you reach over and move to check his own wounds.

“What the hell made this?”

“Tomahawk…” he answered with his own scoff, motioning towards a metal axe on the floor not too far from the two of you.

It’s silver all over the place and you make your way over to it. Picking up the axe, you realize that this may very well be the thing that Braeden had been talking about.

“Military grade…” you point out to Peter who nods his head at you.

“Military grade,” he confirms.

“You need to go talk to Braeden,” you tell him.

“That we do…” Peter trails off as he takes the axe from you.

It takes a couple moments but the two of you realize that the axe is covered in wolfsbane.

“Peter?”

Thankfully Derek shows up not long after. The three of you work together and realize that no one’s sure what kind of wolfsbane it is which means the safest thing to do will be to burn it out. As long as it’s not Emerald Wolfsbane… he’ll be fine.

Once the Wolfsbane is burned out, your pulling Peter to his feet. He turns to Derek, “He said he was after you.”

“How does a guy with no mouth say anything?” Derek’s voice sounds unconvinced.

Reaching onto the table, you grab the glove with the machine on it.

“This,” you tell him, “looks like some kind of speaking device.”

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The Pull (Intro)

A/N Ok so, this idea has popped into my head and it’s going to be a multi-part fic. Basically a rewrite of from the second part of Season 3 through the start of season 6.

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word Count: 2311

Warnings: For this one, there are none that I can think of. Though, if you are looking for Stiles immediately then he is not here. This is more laying the groundwork i’d say.

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The rain was pouring when you finally pulled up to the now run down Hale House. Kicking down the stand you got off your bike and pulled off your helmet. Looking at the structure you couldn’t help but wonder if coming here was a mistake. But, this was your family - regardless of whatever issues they had.

Walking up to the front door, you noticed the door swing open. “You know, you or your father could have called to say you’d be dropping by… We’ve been kind of - busy as of late.”

“Well maybe if you guys hadn’t revived the Nemeton, you wouldn’t have practically every supernatural creature on the west coast flooding into your home,” you chuckled as you closed the door behind you and took a look around, trying to find the owner of the voice. It takes a second but you find him sitting in what was once the sitting room that Talia would welcome people in.

“Peter.”

“Natasha - it’s been a long time since the Ragnulf’s have been in Beacon Hills. What brings you by? And without your father at that.” He asks as he moves to sit on the couch, his arms outstretched on the back of the seat as if he has no cares in the world.

You lean against the frame to the room, surprised by how sturdy it actually is for a moment. “Wolves are quite territorial, surely you know that,” you tease him lightly. “We’ve stayed away for the same reason the Hales stayed out of our lands - this isn’t our home. Thankfully, we’ve had no reason to leave.” You go silent, as though you are contemplating not answering his question but you know it’s better if you do. Still, you want to avoid it for a little bit longer. So, instead, you ask your cousin “Where’s Derek?”

“Here” your other cousin answers and you smile at him briefly, though the smile does not reach your eyes. He comes and pulls you into a hug before leaning back and staring at your face. No doubt, both of them can smell your distress.

Derek searched your face, a hand coming to cup your cheek and you looked away, turning your face into his hand. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath before finally saying the words “The Pull’s started..” your voice is so low the only way they’re able to hear you is their supernatural ability and your voice cracks. “This is the first place I’ve been to and there’s no pain.”

Peter leans forward on the couch, his forearms on his knees, a look of incredulousness on his face. He turns his face to you and then looks at Derek who has a look of shock on his face. Derek has stepped back and you’re standing there, tired.

“You sound terrified. You know - this isn’t a bad thing. Most people would kill to have this chance. Supernatural or normal -”

“Then they can have it!” you turn to yell at Peter. Seeing a piece of lumber that’s fallen on the table next to you, you grab it and throw it towards him. He, of course, catches it in mid air. Dropping it, he stands up and stalks towards you, Derek is now at your side and Peter is annoyed you’ve tried to hurt him.

Without realizing it, your eyes have flashed and a growl is escaping your lips. You’re not entire sure why, but Peter seems to have less control than normal as he’s begun growling at you as well. The moment is tense but Peter sees something that catches him off guard and is able to give him some sort of control. He stops growling at you and merely stands there, silent and slows his own breathing down. Your attention is focused on him but your control is lacking so you continue to grow at him. You’re eyes are bright and your claws extended as you fight the urge to lunge at him. Peter’s worked with a struggling pup before - he’s worked with you before.

“What are the three triads?”

You only growl at him.

“What are the three triads?!” he repeats more forcefully this time.

You remain silent.

It’s Derek that speaks first, “The heart, The mind…”

“The instinct,” you finish before you repeat it with Derek. “The Heart, the Mind, the Instinct… The Heart, the Mind, the Instinct…” You repeat this a few more times, slowly, with deep breaths littering the sentences. You’re eventually able to return to normal, claws retracted, canines shrunk, and eyes returned to their normal color. Your chest was heaving but slowly returned to normal.

“They’re blue...”

You cross the room and fall onto the couch. Both of the males are silent, waiting to hear more about why they’re blue. You run your hand through your hair, “And sometimes they’re purple…”

Derek and Peter look at each other before their eyes flick back to you. Derek is the first one to ask, “How?”

“No idea. Aaric thinks it’s because it’s presented so early. Dad thinks that it means there’s going to be something completely different about how this bond will play out. Personally - I’m hoping it means there’s a way to break it.

Of course, there’s no way to control the eye color. Blue shows up the most often so everyone assumes I’ve killed someone innocent.” You close your eyes and sigh leaning back onto the couch itself. You didn't want this, you wanted to be able to choose. There’s things about these soulmates that people don’t understand and you can’t even begin to explain it.

“So the Pulls brought you here to Beacon Hills - how many other places have you tried?”

“Alaska, Canada, New York, Illinois, D.C., London, Singapore, Spain, Turkey …” You continue to list the places you’d traveled to in the last year. You didn’t stay anywhere very long so it wasn’t like you had a whole lot of stories to tell. “The pain was constantly there. After Dad heard about the Nemeton, he suggested coming here. He’s not happy you guys didn’t call about it but he gets it… The closer i got, the more dull the pain got. It’s still there.. Will be until the bonds cemented but it’s not unmanageable.”

“And it’s different from what the rest of the pack has experienced?”

“Yupp”

“Is that why you don’t want this?”

“Is it so wrong to want to be able to choose?”

“Wait a second.. Little Wolf, I thought your families little “curse” doesn’t manifest until after your 21st birthday?”

“Normally, but whatever it is that makes this different, means it’s starting now.”

Peter sits next to you while muttering under his breath. Something a lot like “Well isn’t this lovely.” Derek sits on the other side and you lean your head onto his shoulder. “Can I stay for a little while? I don’t know who it is, and the way this seems so different, I’m not sure that the same rules are going to apply. The only thing I know is that right now, Beacon Hills is the one place where I am not fighting agony.”

“You can stay in the loft, with me.” Derek answers and you nod your head against his shoulder. A small smile that he can’t see coming to the corners of your lips. You hadn’t expected them to actually accept.

It took a couple days but everything got set up. You were enrolled at Beacon Hills High School now. You’re father had called and made some story up that they accepted and Derek and Peter were now viewed as your legal guardians as far as the school was concerned. A part of you wants to go home. The pain no longer scares you, you’re a Ragnulf, you know that pain is part of life. Pain is part of the Pull itself. It’s unfortunately, the only pain you cannot share. The thing that scares you is what happened to your father's sister, Clara. You’re not sure that you can bear that kind of luck. Only a few people know that it’s even possible. Few know about the Pull itself and even less know about what any of it entails. The Hale family only knows because your great-grandfather had been pulled to one of their great-aunts

You didn’t know but Derek had some idea. He had overheard Talia and your dad talking and had pieced together what it was. Like you, he had no idea who you were being pulled to but he did know that he was going to do what he could to ensure that you didn’t meet the same fate as Clara. So, he reached out to one of Scott's pack members and told them a little bit about you. This person was going to be asked to be your friend. He was told that he could make his own choice, but he felt indebted to Derek to some degree, so he agreed to be your friend and to protect you.

A week before you’re actually supposed to start classes at the high school, Derek knocks on your door. “Tasha? Come downstairs, there’s someone want you to meet.” It doesn’t take you long before you’re downstairs.

“Who?”

“Someone who’s going to be a friend. Someone who’s going to help.”

You look at your cousin as if he’s lost some of his marbles but you figure that after the fire he’s entitled to his worries, so you just nod your head. There’s a knock at the door and Derek goes to slide them open. Standing there, is a boy that’s taller than Derek. He has curly brown hair that’s not too long and blue eyes that remind you of an ocean, there’s a boyish charm to him.

“Natasha, I want you to meet Isaac. Isaac, this is my cousin Natasha”

“Welcome to Beacon Hills.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle as you head over to the couch. The room is open so you’re not worried that he can’t see you.

“I’ll let the two of you get acquainted. Isaac, look after her.” Derek warns seriously. You figure that this is Derek being overprotective and you watch the boy, Isaac, visibly pale,

Chuckling, you cross to the couch and sink down onto it. Pulling your legs up, you tell Isaac “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself, how about you tell me about this school I’ll be going to?”

Isaac sits on the other end of the couch and the two of you spend the next couple of hours talking. It’s almost dawn by the end of it and you’re shocked- “How is this school even open? There’s so many different violations of just normal “how to treat kids” plus the amount of murders… not to mention the amount of money it’s got to have taken for repairs?”

“Yea, well.. Thankfully we’re still there. Probably because the only other schools in the area are private schools and so all the public funding goes into this school.”

“Well this will be fun. Ok, so ignoring the fact that there's this weird school you’re a part of Scott McCalls pack… Scott is the only known TRUE Alpha that currently exists. He’s the captain of the lacrosse team and best friends with Stiles? Stiles is human but part of the pack What doe he do?”

“Well- he’s kind of like… the jack of all trades kind of thing. Guys a total spazz and talks too much for his own good but he’s always there for Scott so you can’t be too mad at him.”

“Ok… Stiles is a human addition to the pack that exists because of the friendship with Scott..” You’re not sure you actually understand the why and you’re questioning every aspect of it but you know that there’s more to it that you don’t understand and you’re not going to try to. “Then there’s Lydia who’s a Banshee. Congrats by the way, they’re super useful to have around. There’s you- who you seem to have a lot of things you don’t feel comfortable sharing. And then - there’s Alisson.. Argent? You mean the Argents that have been hunting down supernatural creatures for centuries? But she had a thing with Scott and she’s not taking over Gerard's or her mother's place.” Isaac gives you a look like he’s surprised you know about Gerard, he hadn’t mentioned it. Before he can open his mouth to ask though, you beat him “The supernatural community isn’t small but we keep track of the hunters best as we can. ‘Know thy enemy’ kind of thing. Anyways, that’s not important. So I’m confused, I get that Scott managed to dismantle the Alpha pack- but he left Deucalion alive? The only ones left are the twins.. Are they part of Scott's pack?”

“God no.. I don’t trust them and neither does Scott.”

“Smart move.”

You get up from the couch, stretching your arms and legs out after the stiffness that’s settled in. You look over to Isaac and you can’t help but wonder if the Pull is leading you to him. You’re sure that you’ll ask that of every supernatural creature you meet until you actually know but there’s no reason to be a creep about it.

Isaac follows your movements before he seems to recognize that it’s already dawn. “I- uh… I gotta get going.” he says. You nod your head and the two of you say your goodbyes. He goes to hug you and you step back, you may have spent hours talking but you don’t know him. He’s not pack or family. He seems surprised but quickly recovers before leaving.

So, Beacon Hills - the supernatural wonder in the area is your new home and while it’s falling apart. You’re being pulled here to meet someone.

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years ago

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Low key wanna find a ship name for Stiles and Nat🤔🤔

But I feel like that’s a thing fans give to their favs?

What is the proper etiquette for that?

#the pull #stiles x natasha #natasha ragnulf #stiles stilinski x natasha ragnulf

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years ago

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Why did you change the name to natasha??¿ I don’t understand

Hi there! So this one is actually one I struggled with for a while. As a reader and as a writer, I tend to picture the story in my head as I read or write As a reader, it can sometimes be jarring for me to be in the middle of a story and then see Y/N, Y/E/C , Y/H/C, Y/H/L etc. and can literally pull me out of the story, especially in longer stories. Usually, I end up being pulled out of the story completely and so I have had to adjust how I read those stories.

One-Shots - usually no issue.

However, I noticed that that would become the case when I was writing as well... I think most writers will tell you that they have at the very least an idea for their characters attributes when they sit down to write (this may not be true for everyone and that’s fine too, this is just what I have noticed in conversation with others.). One-Shots I can write a Y/N with no big deal but with The Pull I had already cultivated a character in my head.

I noticed that I would be going about flying through the story (or slowly painstakingly building it) but that I would have to get to a point where I needed the readers name to be used and so, of course, I found different ways to get around that (nicknames are amazing) and having Peter and Derek use one nickname and her brothers and father use a different nickname made sense to me because of life experiences but to have everyone have a different nickname for her would be confusing as all get out in my opinion. I actually had a conversation with someone who I really trust and has been reading the story from almost day 1 about what I wanted to do and I asked them their thoughts on this. I asked them if they thought that just giving the reader a name would change the story or the plotline and they said that they didn’t think so.

Then I went back and re-read parts of it and realized that I don’t use the reader's name very often. If I wanted to, I could insert a name without changing the story.

Now, I still write in the second person and I still don’t give a whole lot of description to much of what the reader wears, what they look like or anything of the matter. Really, the biggest difference is that she has a name instead of being an arbitrary figment of my imagination.

As I said this has been a thing I have struggled with for a while. I originally realized this in part 13 - it was then solidified in part 16 & 17 and then part 20 made me internally be like - nope she has a name and she looks like x, y, z. She likes a,d, x, and y but I kept working within the reader insert parameters I had. I continued to ( and will continue to) try and make the character as inclusive to a second-person view but i got to the point where writing Y/N over and over again made me want to abandon the fic completely.

#answered asks #come run away with me #The Pull #OC vs reader insert #Natasha Ragnulf

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The Pull (85/?)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 1396

Warnings: angst,

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Once you’d figured out that Garrett was after Liam, the boys had decided that Liam would be staying off the field. Now it was just a matter of convincing Coach to bench one of his best players.

You, however, still felt like there was more to it.

With the injury on the field, the game had experienced a slightly longer time-out and Coach had been talking to the other Coach and the Ref while they took care of whatever they had to take care of.

Liam was waiting to talk to Coach, a nervous bounce in his stance.

Scott and Stiles were filling Kira in on what they’d just discovered and, you’re pretty sure, were charging her with keeping an eye on the pup.

Positive that there was more to the story, your eyes were scanning the crowds for the girl in the white T-Shirt and leather jacket. Garrett’s little friend… Violet.

There’s no sign of her in the stands and that doesn’t sit right with you. It makes your wolf antsy and you can feel her pacing just below the surface.

Pair that with the fact that you’re sure you had heard multiple growls when Liam and Brett had collided, you’re starting to have a bad feeling about this.

“I’ll be back,” you tell your friends over your shoulder, not really paying attention to whether or not they actually hear you or pay attention.

Making your way towards the school, you notice that the ambulance is still in the parking lot, a terrible sign really.

Heading towards the school, you make your way in near the lockers. As soon as you open the door, your eyes are drawn to a sight about halfway down the hall— bodies on the floor.

The sight terrifies you and you can feel your heart beginning to race a million miles an hour. However, you know that if it had been Brett growling on that field, you have to find him. Taking a deep breath, you make your way towards the open locker room door as quietly as you can.

As you do, you can hear Brett’s voice, “What did you do to me?”

The fact that you were right about there being more to what was going on was a small victory. But the sound of the girl's voice pulled a small growl from you.

“You were cut with a poisoned blade,” she explains, “It was laced with wolfsbane — it won’t kill you. But this will.”

By this time, you’re just outside the door and you take one more solidifying breath, while Brett asks why she’s doing this.

Looking in the door, you watch as Violet kicks his arms out from under him, knocking Brett completely down as she answers, “Because you’re worth a lot of money Brett.”

So he’s on a part of the list you haven’t cracked yet…

You watch as she moves to straddle Brett but before she can do anything to him, you rush her, knocking the girl off of him and shoving her, headfirst, into the mirrors in front of you.

Turning around, you lean over Brett, who looks like he’s been through hell at this point, and you start to look for the cut.

You don’t see anything and go to ask him only to find that he’s passed out.

You’re so distracted with him that you don’t even notice the wire being slipped over your head.

You’re tuned into it when you feel the wire tighten against your skin and a burning sensation begins.

“He said we shouldn’t try,” Violets smug voice echoes in your ear, “But now I’ve got you. I got the Natasha Ragnulf and next I’m going after Scott and Stiles. ”

The sound of her voice pisses you off but it’s the threat to Stiles that makes something inside you snap. Growling, you manage to slip your fingers under the wire. Pulling at it, you can feel Violet trying to tighten the wire and you can feel the burning sensation against your skin but you manage to pull it far enough away from your neck that you’re able to turn around.

Turning around, you’re purple eyes meet her brown eyes and you watch as realization dawns on her that she’s not going to get to kill you and the stench of fear overpowers her.

Hand snapping out, you grip her neck as you let out a roar of rage and push her against the wall with enough force that she lets out a gasping breath.

Letting go just enough for her to take a breath, you push her against the wall again, this time hard enough that her head bounces off the wall.

You can feel your canines elongate and are about to let your claws follow suit, determined to enjoy her death as a wolf when you hear your mate calling out Lobita.

Turning to snarl at him and warn him away, you’re anger dissipates slightly at the sight of him. When he approaches you slowly, hands in the air as if to avoid spooking you.

“You need to let her go Tasha...”

Lobita…

Looking at Stiles, you see his gaze flick over to the girl before flicking back to you, this time there’s a plea in his eyes for you to let the girl go.

Stiles wasn’t sure if you’d let the girl go.

When he’d gotten the phone call from Malia he’d been surprised that neither Scott nor Tasha had realized that Brett was a werewolf.

It was as he’d told Scott and the others that he’d realized that you weren’t with them.

He’d looked for you in the immediate area but hadn’t found you. One of the guys had said he’d seen you headed towards the school and he’d taken off after you.

He had just opened the doors to the school when the sound of a powerful, pissed off roar came from down the hall.

He’d been torn between pride and terror at the sound. Rushing down the hall he’d stepped into the locker room, his nose assaulted by the scent of burning flesh. He found Tasha pushing a girl up against the wall.

For a moment, he’d been genuinely worried that she was going to hurt the girl. He had called her name a couple of times before the pet name had torn past his lips without his realizing it.

It had been enough to get her attention.

When she’d turned to him, he had seen the rage in her eyes.

She was genuinely pissed.

“You need to let her go Tasha…” he’d told her.

Let her destroy the girl… he heard a pissed off snarl. It wasn’t hard to piece together what had happened and a part of him was tempted to agree with the voice, to let her tear apart the ragdoll in her hands.

He wasn’t sure where the voice came from, the anger wasn’t such a surprise, but before he’d had a chance to focus on it, Tasha’s arms were wrapped around his neck.

The scent of eucalyptus and red apples made him feel like he could breathe again. Winter cranberries filled his nose and he felt his heartbeat felt like it was slowing down as it calmed him.

Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight, he’s distracted by the sound of footsteps and looks up to see Scott running into the locker room.

Scott takes a look at the room and Tasha in Stiles’s arms when he asks, “What’s that smell?”

Stiles is about to ask what when Tasha begins to laugh.

She pulls back from Stiles, but a moment later, her arm is around his torso as she pulls at something on her neck. It takes him a moment to realize that it’s a necklace with a pendant and it confuses the hell out of him because she definitely had not been wearing that at all earlier today.

“Seems our little friend over here is the one with the thermal cut wire,” Tasha tells them as she pulls off the necklace and hands it towards them, the offending item dangling from her fingertips.

He can’t help but to see red, the idea of tearing apart the currently unconscious girl suddenly much more appealing. Tightening his grip on Tasha, he shares a look of shock with Scott who tells him, “We should probably call your dad…”

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The Pull (86/?)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2538

Warnings: angst, some fluff, Norse storyline development, threatening

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The old god watched his daughter curled into her mate.

Taking deep breaths he tried to breathe through his anger.

The Norns would not be swayed… this he knew. But hadn’t the fox been enough?

They’d faced the fox and she’d brought back her mate…

She had faced losing herself in the process.

He had almost been destroyed.

Natasha Rafnulf and Stiles Stilinski would be a force to be reckoned with when they fully came into themselves and their powers… if they stay with Scott McCall they’ll be damn near impossible to stop…

But the Ragnulfs tend to return to their pack… the protection of their family always stronger than any other pack as they knew the bonds and they were aware of the implications.

Stiles Stilinski, however, was intensely loyal… to Scott McCall. The question wasn’t if Stiles would accept Natasha, the way he held her currently

Sighing, Odin recalled Hugin and Munin to his side.

As his ravens returned, he thought back to what he had learned a moon cycle ago.

Munin had accidentally stumbled across the remains of a group of assassins. They had not been trained very well from Munin cold tell.

He’d come upon the scene as a woman taunted a man. She’d not been on her own.

What had caught Munin’s attention was the creature with the woman. The one that seemed to be doing her bidding.

It looked like a man with an animal skull on his head.

Munin hadn’t seen one of those in centuries… The magic to create them having become almost non-existent.. but there was something off about this one.

Berserkers were not meant to be puppets. Like their counterparts, Ulfhednar and Svinfylking’s they were meant to be the most ruthless men and women in battle. They were originally meant to be the bodyguards of noble families but had become elite warriors in their own right as time had passed

Berserkers entered their trances when they would need to go to war and while a man in a true rite may not be able to tell the difference between friend or foe, they rarely did someone else’s bidding.

This one was following the huntress, Kate Argent.

Munin had stayed to watch as the woman asked about who the “Benefactor” was. Whatever this name was, it had been enough to cause her to go after his men. From what Munin heard, he figured that this “Benefactor” was paying for assassins.

Before Munin could figure out who the assassins were supposed to go after, he’d been distracted by the sound of the huntress groaning in pain. Munin had turned his attention to focus on the girl solely when he’d heard the clatter of a gun against the asphalt.

Munin had watched as the blonde in front of him had doubled over in pain before her skin had transformed and he’d watched as a nagual formed in front of him, this one a were-jaguar. One of Xolotl’s then…

Curious as to why Munin had followed the woman as she’d gotten the Berserkers to listen to her. It hadn’t taken them very long to disappear and the woman had then made her way north.

It was when Munin had told him the story of what he had seen, that Odin had thought to ignore the Norns, to step in and have the consequences be damned but the problem was the consequences wouldn’t be his to face. They’d be hers.

So, he’d done the one thing he could do- he opened up the link her mate had with instincts just a little wider.

He’d managed it just in time…

Natasha had been foolish in taking off on her own but Stiles had made it in time and though it took his mind a little longer to catch up to his instincts, his instincts had immediately called for the blood of the one that would harm what was his.

You hadn’t let go of Stiles since you’d launched yourself into his arms.

You’d had to remind yourself that he was okay… that he was here and that the stupid bitch Violet wasn’t going to be able to get to him.

Stiles had let you hold onto him. Had wrapped his fingers in yours and you’d leaned your head on his shoulder. Taking in deep breaths, you let yourself be grounded to the moment in front of you, to the man in front of you when the sound of a gasping, wheezing breath pulls your attention.

Looking around, you’re struck by the memory of earlier, Violet had been taunting Brett… Wolfsbane.

Running over to the boy, you’re met with the sight of him literally foaming at the mouth as he wheezes.

“I need a lighter!” you call out but, unsurprisingly, no one has one.

Trying to think of other ways you can get rid of wolfsbane poisoning, you realize that each one has its own specific set of rules.

Thankfully Stiles has already pulled out his phone. As he dials out, Brett lets out a gasping breath before he starts choking and the foam at his mouth turns yellow.

Calling out for Stiles, he’s at your side a moment later as he hangs up the phone and tells Scott to help him out. The three of you quickly make your way towards Stiles’ jeep and you get Brett situated in the backseat.

You’re just about to jump in the passenger seat when a hand grips your wrist. Turning, you see Scott giving you an apologetic look, “I told them you were the one attacked.”

“What?! Why?” you demand, knowing this means that you’re going to have to separate and not liking the idea at all.

Scott grimaces but points out that you had been attacked and that he’d told the Sheriff as much before they had figured out Brett.

You want to tell him to figure out something else, tell the Sheriff that he’d been attacked or something… You’re about to tell him as much when Stiles speaks up, sounding less than pleased, “Tasha… you need to give your statement.”

You want to argue but Brett’s pained grunt distracts you.

Sighing, you step back from the car and make your way towards the school. As you walk oer, you can hear Scott promising to Stiles that he’ll keep you safe.

Just as you make it inside the doors, Liam calls your name and a moment later he’s got you wrapped up in a hug, “Thank God you’re okay…”

He ushers you towards Coaches offices, through the locker room where you Violet’s been tied up, and as you do, you can hear the sound of sirens approaching the school.

It isn’t long before the school is bustling with the sounds of people. Officers, students, parents… they’re all there and everyone is trying to demand answers.

Parrish comes in and takes your statement, it’s just a rehashing of what you remembered. Though, you told him you’d come back to the locker rooms because you needed some girl stuff from your bag that you’d forgotten to take with you earlier and that you had no idea how you had gotten the necklace off of you. Which was partially true.

“Adrenaline rush?” he’d supplied for you and you’d merely shrugged your shoulders. It made more sense than whatever you could tell him at least.

Nodding his head Parrish took his notes and made his way out towards the locker room, no doubt to get Violet.

“Guys, back off. You can get your gear tomorrow. If anybody sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately,” you hear Coach informing the rest of the team before grumbling, “Then tell him he's off the damn team.”

You’re not 100% sure how Coach knows Garretts involved but you can’t help but chuckle softly, somehow you doubt Garret’s going to care about getting kicked off the team.

Making your way towards the girl’s locker room. You figure now’s a good a time as any to try and change— only to discover that they’ve locked down both locker rooms.

You’re making your way through the people when you catch sight of Kira who’s sprinting down the halls and out of the school. Curious as to what that’s about, you’re about to go after her when you hear the pup calling your name.

He catches up to you and immediately puts a jacket in your hand, looking down you see the large white numbers, an inversion of your own number 42 and can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the pup in front of you.

Liam offers no remorse, he simply shrugs his shoulders and advises, “He texted me, said to make sure you had a jacket since you’re apparently always freezing and then he told me where it was.”

Smiling to yourself, you shrug on the hoodie. As you’re putting it on, you hear the Suit’s voice. You had known that Scott’s dad was around but you hadn’t seen him at the game - though to be fair you hadn’t been looking for him. He’s asked Parrish to hold up and is walking over while Scott makes his way up to you and Liam.

Scott questions the absence of Kira.

“Not sure,” you tell him, “I saw her running through the halls earlier though.”

“She took off,” Liam elaborates. When you and Scott both turn to look at the pup he informs you that, “As soon as you guys took off, she called Lydia about that list and well-“

“Her moms on it…” Scott picked up, putting the pieces together.

“Everyone’s on it.”

“Wait a second,” you cut him off before dropping your voice and asking, “Are you on the list?”

“Not yet,” he mutters, “but there’s still another third, right?”

Before you can respond, Scott’s dad’s voice catches your attention, mostly be aide it’s accompanied by the scent of anger bursting as he says, “... that’s right. You don’t have any parents. That’s why they call you The Orphans.”

You can hear the rattling of Chains and can only assume that Suit got the reaction he was looking for.

A moment later he’s telling someone, “We need to find the boyfriend, Garrett.”

“Coach —I’m gonna need both their locker numbers,” you hear Sheriff point out before he comes into the hallway, “And someone find me a set of bolt cutters.”

Pulling into the parking lot at Deaton’s, Stiles finds both Deaton and Derek waiting for him.

“Scott called,” he offered when Stiles raised an eyebrow, “where’s Little Wolf?”

“Stayed behind,” Stiles growls out, not particularly excited at the prospect,

Working together, Derek helps him get the apparent werewolf out of Roscoe and into the clinic where Deaton’s grabbing some stuff.

With Derek’s help, he manages to get the boy laid out on the metal table. As they’re getting him situated, Brett starts to seize again, this time thrashing about and choking on foam at his mouth.

“What the hell is happening to this kid?!” Stiles asks as he tries to hold the boy down on the table.

“He’s been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane,” Deaton answers as he comes to the boy’s other side. “I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible,” he says as he the boy thrashes forward.

Stiles can feel his irritation at the older man but decides against it, pushing down on the boy again. Finding that they’re having a hard time holding the boy down, he snaps at the other werewolf, “Hey Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?”

“Yeah, I'm not the only one with werewolf strength,” Derek snips out.

“If you can’t hold him still, the incision might kill him,” Deaton points out and in his frustration, Stiles tugs the boy towards him.

A terrible idea really, because Brett seems to slide over to him quite easily.

Stiles tries to push him back but Bretts covered in sweat and the yellow foam and as he thrashes about he can feel the boy slipping.

Calling out to Derek, he tells the man that Bretts slipping and he doesn’t think he can hold Brett down.

A moment later, Brett is taking a deep gasping breath as his eyes open. Stiles looks over to see the boys terrified eyes just as the smell of something sour hits his nose.

Brett growls menacingly and Stiles can feel himself getting thrown back into the cupboards. Grunting in pain, he looks up to see that Brett had managed to launch himself up and off the table he was just on.

Growling, he starts to stalk towards Stiles when he seems to think better of it and turns to take off. He’s cut off, however, when a fist collides with his face and Stiles turns to see a blue-eyed Peter pulling his hand back, “I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself.”

“Yeah,” Derek scoffs before looking from Brett back to Peter, “Maybe more than a little.”

Stiles turns back to Brett who’s currently unconscious on the floor and he crouches down beside the boy’s body. He’s no longer choking on the rare wolfsbane but he doesn’t seem to be breathing either.

“Hey Doc,” Stiles calls over his shoulder as he checks Brett’s pulse to make sure the boy’s not dead at least, “I don’t think he’s breathing.”

From his peripheral, Stiles watches as Deaton drops down next to Brett, scalpel in hand. He takes one look at the boy before he’s taking the scalpel and dragging it down Brett’s chest, slicing open along his sternum, releasing a puff of putrid-smelling yellow smoke.

Brett gives a gasping breath before his breathing seems to even out. Breathing out through his nose, Stiles tries to clear the putrid stench from his nostrils he asks Deaton, “Is he okay?”

“I think he’ll be fine. But he’ll probably be out for a while,” Deatom answers with a nod of his head as he moves to check the boy.

Brett seems to be breathing easier overall but his lips are moving and Stiles can hear the boy murmuring softly.

“Guys, can you hear that?” he asks the others, “I think he’s saying something.”

Looking up he sees Deaton giving him a confused look and Derek’s face contorted like he’s trying to focus.

Deaton’s already leaning over Brett so Stiles follows suit and as can make out the words the other boy is whispering, “The sun… the moon… the truth…the sun… the moon… the truth… “

He knows the words from somewhere… he knows he does… he just can’t remember where. Looking over to Deaton, he watches the older man lean back as understanding dawns on him and he says, “Three things cannot long be hidden — the sun, the moon, the truth.”

“It’s a Buddhist proverb,” Stiles realizes before his face furrows, “Why is he saying a Buddhist proverb?”

Deaton’s face doesn’t seem to indicate that he has any idea why so Stiles turns to Derek who’s staring at Peter.

“Satomi,” Peter practically growls out. The two werewolves having a silent conversation with each other and Stiles figures that either Derek or Peter will be hunting down Satomi real soon.

After a moment, Peter turns towards Stiles and asks, “Where is Little Wolf?”

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The Pull (80/?)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2389

Warnings: angst, anger, drama

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You’re making your way through the yard when you see Kira running towards the house. She looks somewhat terrified as she changes course to meet up with you.

“Liam just…” she begins through panted breaths, “he woke up and he broke through the rope and I swear I thought he was going to attack us but he just… he took off,” she tells you.

“Which way?” you ask the girl and she points towards the east side of the property, where the woods seem to press against the house.

“Scott went after him,” she tells you and you nod your head in acknowledgment.

Turning to her, you grip her arms and tell her, “I’m gonna go help him out. Go find Stiles. Let him know what’s going on and tell him to tell Lydia. Malia should be with him, grab her and the two of you keep watch out here. Just in case he decides to come back this way.

“He’s gonna be pissed and depending on how things go down with me and Scott he may be looking for something, or someone, to take his aggression out on. The last thing we want is for him to attack someone here. Got it?”

She quickly nods her head and tells you to be careful before she makes her way towards the house.

Turning towards the woods, you follow the sounds of foliage breaking under the footsteps of a running wolf. Thankfully, you’ve run through woods most of your life so making your way through the foliage isn’t very difficult and you quickly begin to close the distance between you, Scott and Liam.

You hear a roar and then Scotts muffled grunting. Picking up speed, you find the two are fighting with each other. Liam trying to literally tear off Scott’s head with his teeth.

“Liam!” you hear Scott calling out, “Liam wait! Stop!”

You can see them through the trees as you close the distance between you and you watch as Liam continues his assault on Scott as he demands, “What did you do to me?!”

Scott doesn’t instantly reply, whatever he does though pisses Liam off further and you watch as the boy stalks forward, growling, “This is your fault.”

The growl quickly turns to a scream of pain as he accuses, “It’s all your fault! This is your fault!”

Liam lifts his hand and you can see his claws are extended. You step forward to try and either push Scott or Liam out of the way so that Liam doesn’t end up slashing his claws across Scott’s face. You know that you’re too far to be of any good if Liam swings now but you have to try.

Thankfully the whooshing sound of an arrow is heard right before a crackle of electricity and a blinding light go off. Instantly, you squeeze your eyes shut, your heart pounding in fear that hunters are back in Beacon Hills.

You can hear Liam scream in pain before the sound fades. Opening your eyes, you see Scott’s look of shock and, stepping out of the trees, you follow his line of sight.

Standing just uphill from where the two boys had just been is Chris Argent, a modern crossbow in his hand, aimed at the trees above Scott. He’s making his way down to Scott and the boy seems to be in shock.

“How did you know?” Scott asks the older man when he reaches out to help him up.

Once Scott is on his feet, Argent tells him, “Natasha called about Kate… and I got your text.”

“Wait you texted him about Kate?” you asked Scott, pulling the boys' attention to you at the incredulousness in your voice.

“I didn’t have the money to call internationally,” Scott defends himself and you can’t help but notice that he sounds like he’s said this before.

“Really though Scott… a text?”

You chuckle at the sound of exasperation in Argent's voice. Before it can go any further, however, you’re distracted by the sound of an echoing howl through the woods.

The three of you share a look before Argent tells Scott, “There’s a clearing just north of here. All you have to do is corral him there. The rest is taken care of.”

“What are you gonna do?” Scott asks the older man and you snort.

When eyes turn to you, you tell Scott, “You bit him. You turned him. It’s not up to Argent to do anything here. It’s up to you.”

“She’s right,” Argent defends, “He’s your Beta, Scott. The question is what are you going to do?”

“He won’t listen to me,” Scott points out with a heavy sigh.

“He will if you start using your own words,” you tell him. You can see the question on Argents face and elaborate, “He had this weird, ‘the bite is a gift’ speech he was trying to get through earlier. It was the most awkward thing I had ever seen.”

A pained scream echoes through the forest and Argent hands Scott a control before telling him to go.

Both you and Scott make your way to the sound of the screams, finding the clearing that Argent had been talking about along with the sonic emitters hunters tended to use against were’s.

As you walk up, you can see Liam on the floor, his hands covering his ears. Scott turns off the emitters and makes his way to Liam as the boys breathing evens out.

“What’s happening to me?” Liam asks, his voice betraying how terrified he is as he looks up at Scott.

“The same thing that happened to me,” you hear him tell the boy as he kneels down and begins to explain what changes Liam can expect.

Standing off to the side, you let the two talk. Scott had been right… he is the only one (that you know of) that could help Liam right now. Most of the weres you knew were born, they weren’t bitten. And the bitten weres you knew had usually been bitten when they were old enough to be able to adapt to it.

Stiles made his way through the party, Kira had found him and told him about what was going on with Liam and Scott and how Tasha was going after them. His first thought had been to go after Tasha but Kira had turned him around and told him that if he managed to get himself killed by the pup, Tasha would probably revive him just to kill him again.

Besides they needed Lydia just in case.

Not finding the banshee downstairs, it occurs to him that she may be upstairs.

He sees the pup's friend making his way out of a room but he’s calling out, “Lydia, it’ll come out. It will.”

“Wait, Lydia’s in there?” he asked the boy who nodded his head, “Yea some wine spilled I’m gonna go get some club soda.”

The sound of the door opening and closing catches Stiles’ attention and he turns to walk into the room. Walking in, he finds an ominous cream room and Lydia’s leaning over an old record player.

When she clicks on a button, the needle moves along the vinyl but nothing plays. Stiles is about to call out Lydia’s name and grab her attention but a movement catches his attention. Lydia’s head is moving around and when he steps towards her, he realizes her eyes are moving across the wall.. it takes him a second before he realizes that she’s hearing something.

He gives her a moment before stepping up to her, “Lydia… what do you hear?”

He has to repeat the question but she answers him softly, “The key… The key to break the code.”

“The code?” he questions for a moment and she nods her head again before telling him to get her a laptop.

***

As the temperature drops, you find yourself wishing that you had in fact, taken Jax’s jacket when he offered it to you. Or at least stolen Stiles’... Thankfully, it seems like Scott’s mostly gotten through to Liam and you’re about to step away when you hear Liam break down into sobs.

“They can’t know about this,” he begs Scott, “My mom and my step-dad I can’t do this to them again.”

Scott gives you a confused look and you walk up next to him, kneeling to the side of Liam, “Pup… what do you mean again?”

He turns to look at you and shakes his head, “I got kicked out of school and I deserved it The way they looked at me when they saw what I did to that car….”

Liam trails off but you have no idea what he’s talking about. It doesn’t particularly matter to you though and you reach out, running your fingers through Liam’s hair, “It’s okay pup.”

“They can’t see me like this…. Like…” Liam trails off, his face ashamed.

“Like a monster?” Scott offers and your eyes snap to his, narrowed in a glare.

He puts his hands up in surrender as you feel Liam nodding his head. Turning the pup you tell him, “You’re not a monster. You are so far from a monster… Liam… you’re a werewolf… Same as me...” his eyes turn towards yours and you flash him your eyes.

“Like me,” Scott tells him but there’s a pride in it. You watch as he stands, less hesitant as he seems to accept the role of Alpha and flashes his reds at Liam.

Liam looks between the two of you and you help him to his feet. The three of you are joined by Argent as you walk Liam back towards the boathouse as you tell him, “Seeing as it’s a full moon and your first one at that, it’s probably best if we don’t go back inside for the party.”

“You were in there,” he points out, trying to get back in.

You snort softly, “Yup, and I was sorely tempted to rip someone's arms off and beat them with them.” You felt Liam stiffen next to you and before he had a chance to move away, you wrapped your arm around his, “Relax. Everyone’s arms are intact and no one was pummeled with anything. At least not by me. Lydia may murder all of us later for the impromptu party but for my end, folks are good. Just… don’t threaten mine.”

At his questioning gaze, you nod your head, “I can be very… protective.”

“Good to know,” he mutters as the two of you arrive at the boathouse.

***

Thankfully, it didn’t take very long to find a laptop and Stiles was back in the room with Lydia, handing her the laptop in no time. She turned it on and he watched as she opened a webpage and entered the first part of the code he’d seen on Malia’s notebook.

The page begins to show the rest of the code and he can hear Lydia take a deep breath, her heart pounding.

Her fingers hover over the keyboard before he watches her enter in the name of Scotts first love.

The code immediately changes, forming names with numbers to the right.

The Walcotts are each listed, one by one - followed by a few other names. He recognized five of them Lydia, Scott, Derek Kira and at the bottom, Natasha.

“Is this…” he asks, his brain still trying to wrap around what he’s seeing.

“A list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills,” Lydia confirms, “It's a dead-pool and we’re all on it.”

Stiles takes a look at the list again. The Walcotts are listed, one by one, followed by Lydia, Scott, Demarco, Derek, a Carrie Hudson, Kayleen Betcher, and Kira but the last name on the list stops his heart.

There, in plain black and white for the world to see is Natasha Ragnulf.

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The Pull (78/?)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2389

Warnings: angst, anger, drama

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Surprisingly, Liam agreed to go to the “party.” You’d picked him up and now you’re driving through the outskirts of the city to make it to Lydia's lake house. Music softly flowing through the speakers.

“So, um… where are we going?” Liam asks as the streetlights become more sparse being replaced by more and more trees.

“Lydia’s lake house,” you answer him almost absentmindedly, more focused on the feel of the moonlight on your skin than on the pup beside you, but he doesn’t seem to be listening.

He’s breathing hard and you realize that it would seem that the moon is pulling at him, making things more intense. A moment later snaps at you, hands covering his ears as he demands you to turn down the music. Frowning at him, you tell him if you turn it down anymore, you’ll be turning off the music.

When he doesn’t say anything you lean over and turn off the music. A few moments later, after his phone buzzes, Liam asks you, “Who’d you say was coming to this party?”

Caught off guard you tell him everyone you know is coming.

A silence falls in the car and you’re driving for about five minutes, the tug of the moon becoming something almost itchy against your skin before you hear him taking deep breaths like he’s trying to control something. At the same time, his anger fills the car and the scent is almost intoxicating. With your own control so dangerously fragile, it threatens to pull you in. The problem with his anger is that there’s no control in it. It’s not righteous. It’s not cruel. It… It seems to have no direction and if he loses it, you know that it won’t end well for anyone.

But it’s tempting. Oh so tempting and a part of you wants to fall into it. Wants to let your wolf run feral, if only for tonight. The problem is you suspect you’ll lose yourself to her if you allow her free reign and if you allow her free reign with how frustrated you are… that would end in carnage and bloodshed.

Your phone goes off, distracting you from your thoughts and you look down to see Stiles has texted you.

Stiles: where you at?

Trying not to chuckle you send him a quick response.

Tasha: Maybe 10 minutes out?

His phone dings and Tashas name pops up. He looks down to see the time and he’s tempted to tell her what he learned but what if Liam sees?

Going back and forth with himself it takes a second but eventually, he sends her a simple text… telling her to be safe.

The sound of Scott’s bike pulls his attention to the driveway and he watches for a moment before Scott’s pulling into the driveway.

“Tasha’s on her way with the little runt,” he tells his best friend as he takes off his helmet, “but I asked around about Liam. I know why he got kicked out of his last school.”

Scott gives him a look of surprise that he can’t really decipher before he sighs, “This is going to be bad isn’t it?”

“He kind of got into it with one of his teachers,” Stiles begins as he pulls out his phone. “The kids got some serious anger issues.”

“How serious?”Scott questions slowly.

Finding the picture he was looking for, he hands the phone to Scott, “Well, this his teacher’s car… after he took a crowbar to it.”

The picture had shocked him when he’d seen it. The runt had literally destroyed the car. The side mirror had been knocked down and the windows had holes in them while the body had been fully dented.

The idea of Tasha anywhere near him was both terrifying and uncomfortable

***

Liams struggling against the strength of his emotions. You can feel them emanating off of him and each is more potent than the last. You glance over and can see him clenching and unclenching his hand as you hear his heartbeat pick up. Almost on instinct, you let out a warning growl.

The sound must shock him because he’s turning to you with wide eyes and you have to find a way to play it off.

It takes a second but you offer him a smirk before reaching out and squeezing his arm, “Relax pup… you’ve got this.”

Liam seems to accept your words and his breathing evens out. The two of you seem to fall into a companionable silence, which surprises you, before he speaks up again, “You know, you keep calling me pup…”

You’re surprised by his words, you hadn’t realized it was a thing, and you can feel the blood rush to your skin as you realize that you’d done it. Clearing your throat you shake your head, and offer the explanation, “It’s a family thing.”

Liam doesn’t look very terribly convinced but he seems to think better than to question you. Before he can think about arguing with you about it, you’ve pulled into the driveway at the boathouse.

Putting the car in park, the two of you are making your way to the front door when he asks where everyone is. You tell him that they’re on their way but that you’d told Lydia you would help her with some last-minute preparations and so the two of you were early.

You open the front door with the spare that Lydia had given you after class, and let Liam walk in before you. He steps in and doesn’t seem to notice the tenseness in the room before he stops. You pull the door closed behind you and wait for the inevitable wave of anger as he realizes just who is here.

He takes a look at Lydia, Malia, Kira, Stiles, and Scott. The sight of the last two making him stiffen and both fear and anger to rush off him before he turns to you, his voice tight and pissed, “What the hell is this?”

“Think of it like an intervention,” Stiles tells him, his voice dripping with sarcasm and pulling Liam’s attention back to him before Scott cuts in, “And we’re the only ones that can help.”

Not true she scoffs as you try not to make any reaction as you internally scold her. Scott’s the best thing the kid can get. He’s a human that’s been turned and is now an Alpha. A True Alpha at that. He’ll be able to understand Liam’s emotions much better than either you, Ro, or Aaric would. Theo might be a good idea but he’s back home with the boys and there’s no point in pointing out any of this when Liam’s already on edge.

The boy’s vibrating with anger and you’re sure that he’s going to lose it but a moment later you can feel two pushes against you. Turning, you look over and see that Scott’s gone Alpha and there’s a primal part of him that he probably doesn’t even realize that is trying to push the boy to listen.

The second push feels different. If you didn’t know better you’d think it was an Alpha’s push but there was no way it could be, Scott was the only Alpha in the room after all. You half listen to Scott speak as you try to figure out where the second push is coming from but you quickly realize that it’s coming from next to Scott… it’s coming from Stiles.

It takes you by surprise but there isn’t a whole lot you can do about it right now and, besides, Scott’s telling Liam about what’s going on and he’s using his own experiences.

As Scott explains to Liam what had happened to him and how Peter had bit him a few years ago and how it’s changed his life you watch Liam. He doesn’t seem to believe a word of it but keeps his mouth shut. You’re pretty sure that he’s making mental notes to try and condemn the group of you to Eichen later but you wait.

Scott goes on to tell him how they then learned that Lydia was a Banshee, and how you joined them as another wolf at the same time Kira came around and how the group had learned about her being a Kitsune and then Malia joining them the last few months. He didn’t give any real backstory, just that order of who joined and when.

When Scott’s done, there’s a beat of silence before Liam points to Scott. “Bitten Werewolf?” he reiterates and Scott nods his head.

“Werecoyote,” he points at Malia who nods her head. Liam then points to Lydia and Kira respectively, “Banshee and fox?”

“Kitsune,” Kira clarifies, almost proudly, before she seems to think better of it, “But fox works too.”

His finger flicks over to Stiles and he practically growls out, “And what are you?”

Stiles makes a noise like he’s clearing his throat and looks around, locking eyes with you. You offer him a small nod of encouragement before he answers Liam, “Well for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit… very evil”

You can feel the confusion running off Liam ask he asks, “What are you now?”

“Mi-” you begin before clearing your throat, “much better,” you answer.

There are five sets of eyes on you and you try your damndest to hold back your blush but you have no idea if it works.

“Is that why you called me pup?” Liam asks you and you tilt your head at him in confusion for a moment.

“You’re also a werewolf?” he clarifies and you nod your head.

“Born,” you confirm for him. It likely means nothing to him but to you, it’s a distinction that should be made. Something that he’ll eventually understand.

A grunt and the rattle of chains falling grabs Liam’s attention and he turns to see a set of handcuffs attached to a chain falling to the floor from the duffel bag that was on the table, “Are those for me?”

“No, there for me,” Malia tells him as she picks up the chains and flashes her blue eyes at him.

Liam steps back, almost falling on his butt and you step forward to grab a hold of his arm as he stutters out, “How… how.. How did you do that?”

“You’ll learn,” Scott tells him, “But first you have to make it through the full moon.”

“The moons already out,” Liam clips out and you can feel his heartbeat racing again.

“And you can feel it, can’t you?” you ask him.

He glares at you for a moment and the anger rolling off him seems like it would be fun. You move to take a step towards him and the anger. A thought crossing your mind that at least Liam would be a good fight.

Liam seems to have a different idea, he snaps at the group of you, “ I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nutjobs. You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care. I'm walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I'm gonna- “ a grunt of pain interrupts him as he places his hands on either side of his head, covering his ears.

Recognizing the sight from earlier and knowing that his hearings probably extremely enhanced currently, you focus your hearing and can hear the crunching gravel as a multitude of cars approach the house.

Scott’s trying to figure out what’s going on with Liam when you ask the pup, “Who did you tell?”

“My friend, Mason,” he answers you as headlights break through the trees and you turn to look at Lydia who looks annoyed. The pups defending himself, reminding you that you had told him it was a party as kids climb off their cars.

“Who did Mason invite?” you hear Stiles ask.

“Everyone,” Lydia answers as Kira steps up next to her.

At some point, Liam had managed to end up on the floor and you can hear his pained roar at the same time as nails digging into the floor.

“The floors! Get him off the floors!” Lydia practically screams as she moves to help Scott. She’s stopped with Liam roars at her, flashing his gold eyes at her. Pulling her back and behind you, you growl at Liam as he struggles against Scott.

Helping the Alpha, the two of you work in tandem and manage to get Liam down to the boathouse. It’s currently you and Scott fighting a very enraged pup experiencing his first full moon.

The anger is washing off the boy and you, once again, find it intoxicating. He snaps at you, canines elongated and you have to move out of the way so that he doesn’t actually manage to bite you.

“Listen to me pup!” you demand and when it doesn’t take you growl at him, the second time in less than an hour but this one is a demand, not a warning.

The growl catches his attention and his eyes flick over to you. Seeing you have his attention, you call out his name while putting your hands up. His eyes flick between you and Scott but you call his attention back to you.

“Ignore him and look at me pup,” you call out firmly but manage to keep your voice soft. It takes him a moment but eventually, the boy’s eyes seem to be focusing on you. Just as you seem to think he’s going to calm down enough for you to get through to him, the sound of something clattering caught everyone's attention and you turned towards the sound.

A moment later there was a thud and you turned to see Liam on the floor, Kira with a shovel in her hand and shock written across her face. You thought she had stayed behind with Lydia and the others but apparently not.

“Oh God,” Kira whispered in horror as she looked down at the pup’s prone body, “I didn’t kill him, did I?”

Scott was the one to check Liam’s pulse and shook his head, before letting out a relieved sigh and informing the two of you, “No, he’s just out cold.”

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