[When he smiles, it's more than a little feral, and not very nice at all. There's no warmth, no humanity, no compassion. He sees her step back, and the animal in him wants to lunge, clench his teeth down around her throat and let the blood run.
But alone? With no one to see how he outsmarted the genius banshee? He shakes his head.]
Stiles is my beta. And if I tell him it was necessary, he'll believe it.
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But alone? With no one to see how he outsmarted the genius banshee? He shakes his head.]
Stiles is my beta. And if I tell him it was necessary, he'll believe it.