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𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮
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[ hev-uhn-lee ] : adjective
of or in the heavens: the heavenly bodies.
of, belonging to, or coming from the heaven of God, the angels, etc.
Elena Darley is a girl who is best friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott Mc...
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Peter tightened his grip on Elena, his eyes cold and unyielding. Stiles, trying to maintain his composure, spoke up.
"Good luck getting a signal down here." Peter raised an eyebrow as Stiles continued, "Oh... MiFi..."
"And you're a Mac guy! Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?" Stiles quipped nervously.
Peter's patience was wearing thin. "Turn it on. Get connected."
Stiles sighed, fumbling with the device. "You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf-mystique thing here."
He paused, looking up at Peter. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."
Peter's eyes narrowed. "You know both of them."
"No, I don't," Stiles insisted.
Peter's voice turned icy. "Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." "Dude, I swear to God--" Stiles began, but Peter cut him off.
"I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you," he threatened, his grip tightening on Elena, making his intent clear.
In the dimly lit, unknown parking garage, Stiles nervously tapped away on the MiFi device. "What happens after you find Derek?" he asked, glancing anxiously at Peter.
"Don't think, Stiles—type," Peter replied coldly.
Stiles's fingers trembled as he continued. "You're gonna kill people, aren't you?"
Peter's eyes glinted with a sinister edge. "Only the responsible ones."
Desperation edged Stiles's voice. " Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it."
Peter's impatience flared. "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." "He's not gonna help you," Stiles protested weakly.
"Oh, he will... because it'll save Allison," Peter said with a chilling smile. "And you will, because it will save Scott—your best friend, whom you know so well, you even have his username and password."
Peter's incredulous gaze fell on Stiles. "His username is 'Allison?'"
He looked even more appalled. "His password is also 'Allison?'"
Stiles, trying to stay calm, replied dryly, "Still want him in your pack?"
Elena, struggling against Peter’s hold, added, "You can’t do this. There are other ways to find Derek."
Stiles's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, what the... That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?" Peter's gaze grew steely. "Not at it—under it. I know exactly where that is... and I'm not the only one."
