" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 . 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
Blow after blow to Derek's body made me want to scream. All I could hear was the sounds of knuckles hitting skin and yells of pain coming from Derek. The man, that spy, was enjoying Derek's pain. But most of all, he was enjoying the fact that he was the one inflicting it. My eyes were tearing from the sight of a beaten Derek. With another aim for a pre-cracked rib, the man aimed a strike at Derek's side—which now was completely broken.
"This could all be over if you tell us who the Alpha is. It's that simple." The man's fist pounded into Derek. Yet another groan of pain sounded but otherwise, Derek remained silent. The man's arms fell to his side in somewhat defeat.
"I'm getting tired, Hale." He frowned, turning to me. "Now...how do you think we'll get the answer out of you?" My body flinched as an immediate reaction to the man walking over to me. His hand reached down and I expected the worst: my hand to break, my face to get punched, my neck to snap. But instead, the only the snapped was the shackles around my wrist. They opened. There was no doubt I was shocked and confused, the man realized it was my eyes shifted from wrist to wrist and back up to the man. My eyes glimmered with tainted hope, like I believed for half a second I was being let free.
"There. Now tell me who the Alpha is." He simply said. My lips parted and I looked up to him with fear filled eyes.
"That's what I thought." His face turned grim. A muscular hand grabbed my upper arm while the other grasped onto the one thick strap of my once beautiful and clean dress. The man must hae benched three hundred at the least. He pulled me up with so much ease it'd be thought I weighed no more than a feather. I was flung around, the man pushed me back so I slammed into the wall. I slid halfway down the wall until the man grabbed me by my neck and lifted me back up. His nails pressed against my vulnerable flesh, threatening bruises for the next day. My hands flew up to his and tried to pry them off, but all they did was lessen his grip the lightest bit. My mind flashbacked to Peter when he did the same in the hospital.
"I should kill you. You should be getting the same exact treatment as him." He forcefully pointed a finger at Derek. "Why? Because you're just as bad. Protecting the Alpha that's trying to kill you. I should kill you for that!" He yelled.
"Then do it because I'm not telling you anything." I chocked out, sending the man death glares.
"You know, you two are more alike then you'd think. You both are persistently stubborn and manipulative. You know what makes you different? You're human," he paused, "you're weaker." He realized that I agreed with his statement. "You're going to turn into a monster, a killing machine just like your boyfriend over here."
