#wolvesandadderall

Erica shuffled into the classroom late, the hoodie Stiles had left in her room a couple of days before. She had the hood pulled up over her head, hands stuffed into the pockets. The circles around her eyes were dark, her hair was even messier than usual, and she was just tired.

Last night had been a rough one, a seizure, heavier than usual had hit her out of nowhere, and while her mother had told her that she could’ve stayed home, Erica ignored it, and went to school anyway. But now that she was here, she wished she’d stayed in bed. Until her eyes landed on Stiles. A hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she ducked her head, making her way to her seat next to him.

With a deep sigh she dropped into her seat, folding her arms on her dest, and dropping her head on top of them. Shivering, she pulled the jacket a little tighter around herself, turning her head so she could look at the boy next to her.

The young woman walked along the small wall on the rooftop edge. Sniper rifle strapped to her back as she moved. Batty was busy today. Joker was up to his old tricks which meant the little Desert Wolf had the rooftops to herself tonight and a healthy little bank balance to boot. When she had finally destroyed the Hale family and the Martinez family, she had taken up Corrine Martinez’s alias the Desert Wolf, taken over the mantel as the assassin.

If Corrine hadn’t tracked down her daughter, hadn’t killed her family and then tried to kill the girl herself, her metahuman abilities wouldn’t have been triggered and Malia wouldn’t have been driven mad with the need for revenge when she rotted inside Arkham Asylum. The friends, she’d made inside the hospital convinced her that revenge was a sweet dish that she would savour.  And boy did she!

Well…..if you ever fancy playing with Stiles and don’t mind long waits, you can always plot with me

Quality or not, people shouldn’t expect only smut from Peter or ignore Derek, it’s not fair on you :/

Poor Derek and Peter. That’s not right :(

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