Disclaimer: I don't own any of Teen Wolf's characters. They all belong to MTV. This makes me sad, but I can still play with them.
AN: These have been bouncing around my brain since I first saw the first TV show. Most of them won't be cannon, simply because for those of us in England we haven't seen beyond the conclusion of Season 3a. We can't even buy the DVDs as they are all set for American technology. : (.
Warnings:
There will be slash.
There will be violence.
There will be swearing.
There will be sex.
There will probably be drinking and mention of substance abuse.
So if you have ignored the age limit and/or any of these offend you do not read any further. If however you are old enough and don't mind these things come on in.
It's never enough.
He sobbed as she took her last breath in his arms. He had fallen in love with her smile and her laugh, changed for her and she had died because of him. Died because he wasn't strong enough to save her. Her slender body felt frail in his grasp and he hugged her to him howling his grief and rage to the roots that surrounded them.
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He had gave himself to her fully, both in body and soul, and she had taken everything he had to give and then walked away leaving him broken. He had let her into his secrets, to the secrets of his family and now he was nearly alone. His alpha was his older sister and his uncle Peter was comatose in hospital, his family burnt to the same ruins as his home.
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He had closed himself off from everyone but her. Only laughed and smiled for her, only cried in front of her. His heart had cried out when she left to return to Beacon Hills, so he had followed her without her knowing. Yet again he was too late to save the one he loved. He found her corpse, bloody and mutilated, torn in half.
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Despite himself he started to form bonds, tried to warn the freshly bitten wolf Scott, tried to teach him, all the while pushing the human Stiles away. Yet again and again it was the human who listened to him, saved his life and relied on him to save his. He'd threatened the teenager again and again, only for the fragile boy to push back, yet he knew Stile's loyalty was solely to his friend.
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When it was over he locked brilliant red eyes with the tear gleaming brown of the slender human and saw a strength there he would never possess. Standing over the dead and burnt form of his uncle he ran from the challenge he felt building in the air. He started to build his own pack that night.
AN; since I am new to this fandom I would love to know what you think. Please leave me a review.