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“Oh please, I’m not risking my job for some bonehead who cost me my suspect.” "Your job? This is my job!"
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Erica was exhausted. Spending her days as this powerful shewolf was so much more tiring than people realised. Especially considering it was mostly pretend. Derek wanted her to be this sexy, intimidating wolf but it wasn’t who she was. Sure she felt more confident but it was surface level, all she really wanted was to curl up with her comic books and actually have friends for the first time. She may not be able to control that last part but she could find a comfy spot in the train depot and start reading her newest catwoman comic. She heard someone arrive in the distance but she didn’t take much notice and kept reading.
La bête de Paris.
Stiles was used to being put on the unusual cases. The other agents knew who he was, where he came from and what he had survived in his life already. He was the one that had literally lived at the Beacon of weirdness, in fact, he still lived there most of the time that he wasn’t working. So when men were killed brutally in the area of the 14th arrondissement of Paris, Stiles had been send off to investigate. Of course back-up was around, but he wanted to get into it himself first. It was his method of going at these things. He never asked for back-up until he truly felt he could not handle it alone.
And so he found himself, dressed in his usual uniform, stalking around the area of the catacombs entrance near which the last body had been found, his ICER ready in his hand as he watched and listened for the slightest changes. From what he had learned about the victims so far, there was one clear hint on what was going on ... Someone was taking out werewolf hunters, hunters much like Monroe and her kind that he had encountered a few years ago at Beacon Hills.
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“Your hearts beating fast.”
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“That one?” She follows Noelle’s eyes to the... honestly underwhelming face of the boy in question. “He looks like Ryan Gosling got hit in the face with a mallet. He’s a four. I wouldn’t even let him hold my handbag.” But then her eyes follow him as he passes by... slide down... “Actually.” Her eyes slide over to Noelle’s. “I take that back. Nine.”

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Stiles may not have hearing like the rest of the pack did, but he knew a blood curdling scream when he heard one. He’d been on an insomnia induced stroll in the woods, as he often did on nights he couldn’t fall asleep, when he’d got wind of the cry for help. Immediately running towards the sound. Panic flowed through his veins, unsure if it was someone in the pack- Allison, Malia, Lydia- or another innocent life being taken by the horrors of Sioux Falls.
It didn’t take him long to find the body, he knew this forest like the back of his hand. The identity of the girl becoming clearer in the dark the closer he got to her. The blonde shine of her curls made him think it was Erica at first-“Claire?!” Stiles quickly corrected himself, sliding to her side on his knees. There was so much blood he couldn’t distinguish where it was coming from and his heart was racing with anxiety. “Claire?! What happened? What happened? It’s Stiles.” He wasn’t sure if she even remembered him. He hadn’t seen her but in passing since high school, but he couldn’t leave her here like this. Not with knowing what truth was out there. “I’m gonna help you- you’re gonna be okay!” He promised her hastily, in an attempt to reassure her as he scanned her figure carefully to find the source of the bleeding.
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it didn’t take much for allison to have gotten lost in her thoughts these days. the huntress was at isaac’s, the time on the oven reading about..7:02am. she cradled a cup of black coffee in her hands, sat up on the counter as she glanced out the window above the sink, watching as heavy rain pellets poured down around everything out there. the sound was peaceful. it put her at ease.
she wasn’t sure how long she’d been sat there, but was so caught up in her haze that she hadn’t realized isaac had entered the kitchen at all.
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Sam and Dean were on yet another case. A bunch of attacks in Indiana, hearts ripped out of all of the bodies, and flesh torn. Sounded like werewolves to them, so they got on the case. At the moment, they were hurrying through the woods, tracking a werewolf.
Suddenly, they heard a branch crack from behind them. They immediately spun around. Dean pointed his gun towards the sound before seeing a girl.
Sam quickly pushed Dean’s gun hand down. “Who are you? What are you doing in the middle of the woods?”
“Is anyone after you?” Dean asked hurriedly.