Alexa feels like everything is going to stay normal for sometime, but it gets much more shorter than she thought. The break of her pack and herself as well gets disturbed by a supernatural creature that possesses one of her friends, bringing chaos...
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I hear a small noise of the chain of handcuffs and keep on carefully listening. "You want to cuff me?" Stiles asks. "If my son is still there... if there's a part of him there standing right in front of me... then he'll voluntarily let me put them on and come with me because he knows that I'm here to protect him. From himself and others." Sheriff says.
Soon enough, I hear Sheriff say "You're not my son." and I hear the cuffs brake and metal hitting the floor right. With that, Me, Allison, Chris and Derek turn around the corner and walk in Derek's Loft, Stiles gaze instantly falling on us. We walk in separated ways and when Allison is close enough, she shoots a taser at him but he grabs the wires before they can clung in his body.
He pulls on the wires with both hands and then throws them, the force making Allison let go of the taser. Derek growls at him and runs in his direction but he blocks his attack and harshly presses his arm behind his back as if wanting to brake it. He slams Derek down on a table and then throws him towards a wall, making him fall on the floor afterwards.
Before I can do anything besides the small growl escaping my mouth, Chris takes out his gun and points at Stiles. "Argent listen to me, don't do this." Sheriff says. "Why not? I've done it before. Werewolf. Berserker. With pleasure I'll add a Dark Kitsune to the list." He says. Sheriff takes out his gun too and points at Chris, ready to shoot if he shoots.
