Cracking his eyes open he tried not to move too much. The bullet wounds were mostly healed, but still sore. He looked down, apparently he didn't have to try to stand. He was strapped standing to a chain link wall. Handcuffs were looped around his wrists anchoring him to the steel fence. He knew better, but tugged on the restraints in vain as electricity shot through his entire body.
Theo roared as volts of electricity coursed along his nerves. He felt his fangs descend and the growl build in his throat, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a silly wolf. Your alpha should've taught you better manners." A voice said from the darkness in front of him. He didn't need his sensitive hearing to hear the click of the rifles being aimed in his direction.
A man stepped out from the shadows as the electricity cut off, stopping temporarily. Theo sagged against the fence, but didn't sink to the ground, he wanted to be tense in case a lucky chance presented itself for escape.
"I don't have a alpha." Theo growled through oversized fangs in his mouth, his yellow eyes glowing like candles in the darkness.
"No alpha, no pack. Boys, I think we've met the first lone wolf in a long time." Dark chuckles surrounded him, but the man in front of him didn't laugh or smile, just kept staring at him. Theo sized him up. At least two hundred pounds of pure muscle, bald with a thick white beard that was shorn off about two inches past his chin. Cold dark eyes, and crooked teeth. His pale skin had an olive undertone and was peppered with tattoos. Even though he looked like a thug, the suit he wore cost more than Theo's truck.
"Mercedes, what do you think?" A beautiful woman in what Theo guess was her thirties came from the darkness and stood behind the unnamed man. She had long dark black hair that curled down to her forearms. She wore a simple white t-shirt and black jean shorts. The t-shirt hung off her shoulders and showed off her own artwork etched into her skin. She had cold cruel eyes, eerily similar to the older man in front of her. Her skin was the same odd mix of pale and olive undertones. Theo could tell from the way she carried herslef she was built for seducing and knew how to use her body to her advantage, but she wasn't using her body for seduction this time. One tattoo in particular caught Theo's eye. Right above where the torn t-shirt dipped to her left shoulder, a pair of wings wrapped in fire was painted on her skin in black calligraphy.
Theo knew that symbol all too well. The Dread Doctors had made sure he was well versed in the established hunter families. Theo smiled, "Moretti." He said smugly. The tattoo was only given to lieutenants within the family. She and the bearded man must've been high up in the ranks.
"I'm impressed, the young one has heard of us." The man said and crossed his arms. He nodded to the woman. She walked up to Theo and grasped his chin tightly, her fingernails cutting into his chin.
"Mercedes, why don't you show him, why the Moretti's are known as the angelic ones." The man's voice vibrated along Theo's skin. Powerful, deadly and full of pain. The man's voice promised things he wished he didn't know about. He knew the rumors. The Moretti family was said to be blessed by the angels, sent by God to rid the earth of all monsters of all kinds. They came from a city in Italy that Theo couldn't remember the name of. The family was one of the largest hunter families ever to be formed. They were over a thousand hunters strong and that was just the active hunters. There were also offshoots of the family tree that made weapons, others who tracked supernatural activity through the web. The rumor was each branch possessed special powers that could be used against all kinds of supernatural beings. Some lured, some caused pain, some members of the family were rumored to be as physically strong as werewolves themselves.
The head clan members were said to be the most powerful, their specialness and blessingngs undiluted by marriage with other families. They were the purest. Sounded liked a bunch of inbreeding to him. But the bitch in front of him definitely put the "hot" in "psychotic".
"You invited us into your little town, when you started creating chimera's, and we must say, this new panic that has set in is delightful. Maybe if we had waited a few more days, the townsfolk would've taken care of all of you itself. Pitchforks and fire have always worked in our favor. Fear is as delicious a tool as any weapon we have at our disposal."
Theo rolled his eyes at the diabolical monologue. He had lived through worse versions under The Dread Doctors. Mercedes, who had seen the eye roll, still had her iron grip around his chin. She reached back and slammed three punches into Theo's skull for the insolence.
Theo laughed and spit blood onto the floor, "Angels my ass." He growled and roared in pain as they turned the electricity back on.
"Antonio, keep jolting him for the next day or two. That will loosen his tongue. Besides, he's meat anyways. Already killed more innocents than I care to count." The unnamed man said and Mercedes followed him out the door.
Theo couldn't feel much anymore. The electricity had long ago burned through his nerves. Not much left to his jeans and shirt. The jeans were torn where they had taken turns beating his legs to pulp and they had removed his shirt to better allow the electricity to course through his skin. Blisters full of blood and other fluids he didn't want to think of had formed on his skin. Those bastards had literally roasted him alive with electricity.
He slumped against the fence. Even with his healing, he wouldn't last much longer, but he hadn't given them a damn thing. He was proud of that at least, he hadn't betrayed the pack. Even a pack that wouldn't take him in. He had kept his mouth shut, even though their questions were relatively innocuous.
"Lessa, do as your told." A voice said from the darkness.
"Papa, no." A small, but deep voice said from the darkness beyond where Theo could see. The only light that filled his vision was the harsh fluorescents that surrounded only him. They never even blinked allowing him time to rest his overexposed eyes.
"Mercedes, talk to your sister." The man from before commanded. Apparently he didn't treat his progeny much better than werewolves.
"Sorella, you have been blessed by God. This is your duty to Him. You must obey Father." Mercedes whispered.
A young woman was pushed in front of Theo. She had whiskey colored hair that was shorn short around her face. It reached to her shoulders in languid curls that looked messy and days old. She wore a knitted sweater that hung over body loosely and a pair of well worn blue jeans and sneakers.
She shivered when Mercedes pressed her closer to Theo. Theo tried to stand and faltered slightly when one of his legs screamed in agony, but he didn't cry out.
"Do your duty, Lessa." Theo looked to the voice in the shadows. Sorella was Italian for sister. This must've been Mercedes younger sister. She was around Theo's age, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She held herself differently than her sister. She was less confident, shy even and whatever her father had asked her to do horrified her.
Theo could smell the anxiety rolling off her in waves, but he could also feel power coming from the woman. It was like she was a highly contagious grenade ready to explode and release all that power into the air.
"I won't do this anymore! This is not what God intended my gift to be used for!" She shouted and turned to her father and sister.
"Do it, or we will kill him. He won't give us what we need in the time we need it, and we are running out of time. Help save him some pain. Lessa, do the right thing." Mercedes cooed in soothing tones.
Theo snorted in disbelief. They were worse at manipulating people than he was and he was decent at it. Mercedes looked to the left after his snort and the guy named Antonio must've flipped the electricity switch, because Theo couldn't help the scream that escaped his lips.
"Help us, help him die in peace." Lessa's father said from the shadows.
Theo slumped further down until he was on his knees. His arms held high above his head. His body was shutting down. Lessa turned to face him. Her dark blue eyes searching his. Theo was stunned, she actually was scared for him to die. What kind of hunter was she? She would actually be attractive if she didn't hide her body behind the oversized clothes and shyness.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me." She whispered as she went to her knees in front of Theo. Her oversized sweater had covered her hands. Theo couldn't breathe as she pushed her sleeves up to reveal glove covered hands. Real fear started to brew in him as she pulled each thin leather glove off each hand.
Theo tried not to flinch as he saw her hands. Deep black veins started on her fingertips and travelled up to her wrists. It was as if someone had taken black eyeliner and traced each and every one of her veins, but it wasn't eyeliner. It was tattooed onto her skin. It was a warning for anyone in the family, not to touch this girl. If her own family wouldn't allow themselves to be touched by her, then why the fuck did he want her hands all over him. Her scent was smothered in fear, but beneath it he could smell an unusual smell. Her skin smelled like deep rich coffee that had been dipped in caramel. As she inched closer to him he had to stop the growl from traveling up his throat. It wasn't an unhappy sound, more like a pure than a true growl. A part of her oversized sweater slipped against her skin and revealed a pale shoulder. Theo wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh and taste her skin. Theo snapped his head around and shook it back and forth. What the fuck is wrong with you? He asked himself.
She placed her hands on either side of Theo's face, "Shh….shhhh, I promise this won't hurt." She whispered quietly.
A warmth eased its way into his body where her fingertips touched his skin. It was the most amazing feeling. Theo sank into it. Anything was better than the pain he had felt before. It felt like sinking into a warm bath after an exhausting day. The warmth slowly covering him from head to toe.
Theo closed his eyes and couldn't help the moan of pure pleasure that escaped him. Covered in blood and beaten half to death and this one touch made him give in. He would sell his soul, he would give up his life for one more touch, but before he could notice it, he felt a presence in his mind.
She had slipped past his defenses and was inside his memories. Flashes of Malia, Scott, Stiles, Liam and Mason filtered in. He tried to shut it down, but he couldn't push her out without stopping the warmth. It felt so good.
Suddenly, it was gone. Like being dumped into an ice bath, Theo jerked away from her touch. She sighed and wiped the blood from her nose. She had been bleeding that entire time, "What did you do to me?" Theo asked, his voice hoarse and full of the fear he felt.
"It is Lessa's gift. She brings peace, you felt peace and love and total acceptance did you not? She is the product of what an true omega wolf can do." Mercedes crooned as she crouched down to lay her hands on her younger sister's shoulders.
"Our mother was raped by one of your kind. An omega, nothing but a pathetic whipping boy in a pack. Lessa is the byproduct of the union. A hunter who can tame any supernatural being. She has broken werewolves, kanimas and even a hellhound. Even the most downright evil of your kind would willingly walk through hell to feel her touch." Mercedes bragged. Theo believed it, it was the most wondrous feeling. Complete peace, no more pain, no more competition, no more horrible memories, just peace. He didn't doubt werewolves would follow her willingly into hell, he was considering it himself to feel that power once more.
Mercedes was smiling toothily, while Lessa turned away. She was ashamed of her power, she hated it. She turned back to Theo as Mercedes helped her to stand, "I'm so sorry." She whispered.
"Tell us what you found." Her father demanded.
Theo ignored her report. He had failed, Lessa had pulled every bit of information about Scott's pack from his head. And he knew enough to give the Moretti's a terrific advantage. Theo leaned his head against the fence and let the blood loss and electricity damage to his body take him under. He didn't want to be awake when they killed him.
Theo woke to the door to the large room opening and then closing. They had taken him off the fence, no use in torturing him anymore. He was now chained to the floor with reinforced steel. He was too weak to even try to break the manacles. He laid on the ground, his head turned backwards towards the door.
He lifted his head for an upside down view of whoever was waking through the door, "Come to finish the job?" He asked, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe.
"You're still alive." Lessa whispered as she emerged from the shadows.
Theo squinted through the one eye that wasn't swollen shut and watched as Lessa sat down Indian style next to his head, "Wasn't expecting to see you again." Theo crooned.
"I truly am sorry about what I did earlier. I hate this," She held up her hands, "Whatever it is. My father makes me use it on all the people the capture and hurt."
"We're not people, we're monsters." Theo clarified and turned back to stare at the ceiling.
"Not all monsters." Lessa murmured, her voice defensive.
"You saw my memories, you saying I'm not a monster?" Theo asked incredulously. He didn't need to her answer. He already knew what he was.
"You may have done wrong things, but you tried to make amends, that's better than some. I've met werewolves who ate children and didn't regret it. You regretted killing your sister. You felt guilt for her death," Lessa argued and scooted closer to his head.
"You are such a sap. I felt pissed because she ripped out my heart a few hundred times, not guilt." Theo replied, his voice fluid filled. His lungs were filling with blood from the internal trauma. It was hard to beat a werewolf to death, but the Moretti's had done a fine job.
"You can't lie, not to this." She held up her ungloved hands. "I felt your pain, you hated yourself for killing your sister, you just didn't realize you felt that way until you were staring her in the face. I'm here to help."
Theo laughed and blood spurted from his lips, "How are you going to help me?"
"My gift doesn't only cause peace. I can use it to help you. You would be healing if it wasn't for the pain you are in." She said quietly.
Theo shrugged, "Sure, give it try. I'm already dying, certainly can't hurt to die blissfully."
Lessa scooted closer to his head. Placing his head in her lap, she placed her fingertips on his temples. Theo's body sagged in relaxation as her power flooded his body. He closed his eyes and gave in. A sigh escaped his lips as she increased the warmth flowing through him.
She didn't pry through his mind this time, she let him into hers. It was like a movie flashed behind his eyes. Lessa as a little girl, barely even two years old. Her big sister Mercedes picked her up and carried her into the cell where a werewolf was chained to an electrified fence. Her big blue eyes in that baby face looked so eerie. She stared wide eyed at the scene in front of her.
The werewolf was screaming, but not from electricity coursing through his body, he was screaming because his mate lay dead before him. A beautiful blonde woman who had transformed back to human was bleeding out in front of him. Nothing of intelligence came from his jaws, just a raw keening. They had killed whatever human part of him remained.
Mercedes took her sister's baby fingers and placed them on the screaming werewolf's neck as two other hunters held his claws back. The werewolf stopped keening and turned his bright eyes to the little girl in Merecede's arms.
"Angel." He whispered through his fangs. The werewolf fell to his knees, completely defeated by the little girl and began to sob.
Lessa began to cry too, she knew she had done something, but didn't know what she did wrong. She was just a baby.
"Take her away." Lessa's father shouted to Mercedes. "She did what we needed. She broke him."
Theo startled awake from the dream or memory, whatever it was and looked at Lessa putting on her gloves. She was wiping the blood from her nose. It hurt her to use her powers like that.
"Why did you show me that?" Theo asked as he sat up.
"To show you that not all evil has fangs. There are shades of evil everywhere." She said sadly and he knew she meant herself. She pulled her gloves on as Theo continued to gaze at her.
"You're not evil, you were a baby." He said. Even he knew what she did hadn't been her fault.
"Was I baby yesterday?" Lessa asked and stood.
Theo looked at his body. It was completely healed. She was right, whatever she had done had healed him or allowed him to heal himself. She took two steps away before he had his hand around her throat.
"If that's true, I should kill you. No one deserves to have their lives stolen from them like that. No one deserves to have their mind peeled open and their secrets taken." Theo's grip tightened around her neck, but she didn't fight him.
She placed her gloved hands on either side of his wrist, "You're not wrong. I don't want to do it anymore, but I had no choice. They weren't going to stop." She said quietly, looking at the floor.
"Stop what?" Theo asked.
"Stop hurting you." She finished, her stare fixed to the floor. That response alone shocked Theo. She had only given in yesterday because they had begun to hurt him. She truly cared about each person she had been forced to do that to.
Theo released her throat and she stumbled back a couple of steps. Lessa smiled, "Not such a monster." She said quietly.
"Lessa what are you doing down here?" A male voice said from the darkness.
"Checking on the wolf, Jerome, nothing more." Lessa replied.
"Did he touch you?" Jerome was Lessa's age, but Theo didn't like the look of him. His gaze as it flashed over Lessa said predator to Theo.
"No, he's chained. How could he touch me?" Lessa countered and gasped as Jerome shoved her against the wall.
Theo couldn't help the growl that came from his throat. Why am I growling? She's not part of my pack, she's not even a friend. Not that I have friends.
Jerome's hands sneaked along the hem of the oversized sweater Lessa wore. Theo's growl intensified, "The wolf gets you hot doesn't he? Some of the hunters are like that. I can use my teeth, I promise you'll enjoy it." Jerome said pressing his body along the line of hers.
Lessa stood completely still as Jerome pressed his hips into her stomach. Theo strained against the chains holding him. He may have been a murdering son if a bitch, but he wasn't a rapist and he didn't like the bastard in front of him.
"Leave her alone." Theo growled, his fangs inching from his lips.
Jerome whipped around and held Lessa against his chest with one hand around her theist. Lessa didn't struggle against his hold but met Theo's eyes. Theo wanted to rip the hand that was connected to the bastard as he undulated his hips against her back.
Lessa threw a disgusted noise back at Jerome's antics, "Jerome, let me go." She demanded but didn't attempt to struggle in his hold.
"Why? Because of the wolf? I'm sure he wouldn't mind a show. Besides, this is what your father has planned for you. The only reason he took you in was to use you to breed more hunters with your gift. Your gift was the only reason you weren't drowned at birth. You're not his daughter like Mercedes. You're the half breed bitch of an omega wolf. You don't even fight like the other hunters. You sympathize with the monsters." Jerome teased as a his other hand wound it's way under the front of her shirt.
"I know who the real monsters are." Lessa said quietly as Jerome kept fondling her. Theo was straining against his bonds. He was foaming at the mouth trying to get free.
"He really doesn't like me touching you." Jerome joked as he fondled her rougher. Lessa smiled and it wasn't a friendly smile. Theo knew that smile, it had appeared on his face more than once.
Lessa's eyes went from dark blue to bright neon blue, "Jerome, you always did have more balls than brains. There's a reason no one in my family touches me without permission." Lessa smiled as the black veins that were on her hands streaked across her entire body. Not tattoos. Theo thought, natural markings. The black lines crawled along her skin like snakes and slithered onto Jerome's hands where they touched her skin.
Jerome screeched in pain and stumbled away from Lessa. He pushed her against Theo who, even thought chained, caught her body easily against his chest.
Lessa chuckled as the black lines of power crawled along Jerome's skin. Where they wrapped around the top of his head. The lush brown curly locks that had once resided there fell to the floor dead. A bald Jerome stared at her in horror.
Theo had a sneaking feeling that the punishment wasn't as severe as the crime, but Jerome seemed freaked out enough. So freaked out that he ran screaming from the room.
"You're a little more devil than angel, aren't you?" Theo joked as Lessa turned around to face him. Theo was struck by how playful Lessa looked. He had assumed she was a rather somber person from their first meeting, but maybe that wasn't true.
Lessa's eyes slowly faded back to their normal dark blue and she held up a key, "You have no idea." Her voice was full of laughter. She handed the key to him without another word and stepped away from the circle of light that surrounded him.
"That's it? You just give me the key and let me go?" Theo asked as he unlocked the chains wrapped around his wrists.
"Pretty much. What can thy do to me that they already don't?" She said the somberness back in her voice.
Don't be stupid, don't be stupid. A voice inside his head screamed, but he didn't want to leave her. Part of it was her power. She could be a useful bargaining chip with Scott. Maybe if he brought someone like her to the pack they would accept him. Probably not. His better sense said, but he didn't want to leave her. Her power called to him, it made want to be near her, but it was more than that. Unfortunately, he saw their connection. They were both alike, surrounded by enemies, alone even though they had so much power. They were abandoned.
"Come with me." Theo heard the words leave his lips but couldn't actually believe it.
"Come with you? Where?" Lessa asked surprised by his request.
"To Beacon Hills. The pack I want to be a part of is there." Theo said the realizing what he was asking her.
"We are not far from there. But my family found you living out of you car. Do you have a place to stay? And how do I know McCall's pack won't kill me?" She asked.
Theo smiled, it shouldn't have surprised him that she who Scott was, "I doubt they would kill you outright. Look at me, I'm not dead yet. They've had plenty of chances too." Theo said.
Lessa smiled, it couldn't be any worse than what she had to live with here right? The thought brought a picture of her family to the forefront of her mind. She shook her head, "My family would hunt me down. And they wouldn't hesitate to destroy anything in their way." She said determined not to bring ruin to everything. Scott McCall and his pack seemed decent. She hadn't wanted her family to go after them.
"That's why you need a pack. Together they would be able to protect you." Theo said placing his hand on her shoulder. Not to mention him. He had a feeling that if anyone tried to touch her he would rip their arms off. Better not to mention that impulse.
Lessa stood quietly for a moment and nodded, "At the very least I can worn McCall that my family is coming for him and his pack." Theo nodded and let her lead the way out of the cell. Turned out they were only a few miles outside Beacon Hills. Some kind of farm equipment warehouse that was wedged into a thick forest. Theo stood beside Lessa as the night air surrounded them.
He heard the crack that sounded like thunder, but he knew that sound all too well. Gunshot. Theo looked down to his chest. Not a bullet but a harpoon like piece of metal protruded from his stomach.
"Damn." Theo breathed as the mechanism whirled and jerked him backwards. Lessa came running after him as the mechanism dragged him back along the ground towards the shooter.
"Damon! No!" Lessa screamed as the machine fired up and dragged Theo faster.
"You should know better, little sister." The one named Damon said. Theo watched as Lessa stopped running when she reached both her brother and him. Damon wasn't looking when she took off her gloves and touched her hand to his wrist. Damon dropped to his knees as the black stains ran along his face.
"It'll be alright. Don't fight it big brother." Lessa whispered praying she didn't kill him. Her older brother had always protected her and loved her in his own way. Both he and Mercedes were fraternal twins and they, unlike father, had always showed her kindness. She hated to hurt him, but she was only trying to knock him out. Damon was always the more strong willed of the twins, except when it came to Lessa. She couldn't remember a time when he didn't break down and give her what she wanted.
She used one of those memories to calm him. It was a memory of her fifth birthday and her first experience with an actual birth cake. She had smeared the wonderful sugary concoction all over her mouth in an attempt to make her big brother smile. The memory made him pass out.
Lessa's untethered the harpoon from the machine that had dragged Theo along the ground.
"Shit." Theo wheezed as she crouched down next to him.
"Theo, look at me." Theo moved his eyes from the harpoon sticking out of his abdomen to the dark blue eyes. For some reason, they drew him to them.
"What are you doing?" Theo asked, a drugged feeling overcoming him. His limbs heavy with sleep. Suddenly his body was boneless.
"A trick I've been working on. My father doesn't know about it, it's like the way a snake can hypnotize a bird before it eat them." Lessa explained as her eyes turned turquoise instead of neon blue.
"You gonna eat me?" Theo asked drunk on the power.
Lessa smiled at his drunken slur. He wouldn't be feeling much, it was different from her other powers. It was more an urge than true peace or bliss. She could do it without actually touching someone, as long as she kept their gaze.
Pushing a small lever down into the center of the harpoon it automatically retracted its barbs that were spearing out in a open fist into Theo's body. Theo's body reacted by tensing, but Theo's gaze never left hers. He felt no pain.
"I can't save you from this pain. Sorry." She breathed as she wrenched the harpoon from his stomach. Theo cursed and curled into a ball as she yanked the weapon out. "No time to rest. Lets go." Lessa tugged Theo's arm over her shoulder and secured her other arm around his hip. Carefully, she tugged on the hip and helped him to stagger along towards his truck.
She pulled the keys from her pocket. They had stopped by the key bowl on the way out and fished Theo's keys out. Her family kept the vehicles they captured werewolves and all other things in. Sometimes they used them for training, sometimes they sold them, sometimes they abandoned them, but they always kept the keys just in case. Placing the keys between her teeth, she half dragged Theo towards his truck.
He weighed so much she was having trouble and she knew it wouldn't be long before her family came out after Damon having been gone for so long.
"Pick it up, we don't have long." Lessa grunted as Theo tried to shift his weight as he bled all over her.
"Leave me." He wheezed against her shoulder. They were still at least twenty feet from the truck and he couldn't hold his weight anymore.
Lessa shook her head and kept dragging him. His feet faltered and he barely found purchase. She stopped listening to him growl until they reached the truck. She helped him into the passenger side of the cab. Slumping against the back of the seat he kept his eyes on the doors to the warehouse. They didn't have long.
Lessa hopped into the truck bed and turned the key. The truck made a gurgling noise and stalled, "What is wrong with this thing?"
Theo glanced at the dashboard, "No gas."
"Seriously!" She made a frustrated noise that reminded Theo of a badger or maybe a really pissed off squirrel. The thought made him laugh out loud.
"Shut it." She growled. She definitely sounded like a pissed off squirrel, badger was giving her too much credit.
"Can you drain one of the other tanks?" Theo asked looking around at four other cars with plenty of gas, but ones they didn't have keys to.
"I won't need to. Damon always keeps a barrel of gas in his truck bed for emergencies, never know when you might need a tank of gas."
"Yeah, to burn people alive." Theo grumbled under his breath. Lessa dug around in truck bed to the right of them. She held up a half full red container of gas, which she then began to use to fill up their gas tank with.
As she finished, she yelped as a bullet whizzed by her head.
"IDIOT!" Mercedes shouted from the warehouse doors. She smacked the hunter with the back of her hand. "Don't shoot my sister, the wolf. Shoot the wolf." Theo turned as Lessa scrambled in from the other side of the truck and turned the ignition.
"Punch it!" Theo shouted as she pressed her foot on the gas and the truck peeled out.
Lessa kept her eyes on the road as her family loaded themselves into their trucks.
"They're going to be on our ass. Speed up." Theo commanded while trying not to grimace.
"No they won't. I disconnected their batteries." Theo turned to Lessaaaa who sat smiling proudly as she drove them away.
Theo had to smile, she was so proud of herself, but that wouldn't distract them for long. "Get me to Scott McCall's house. His mom is a nurse and he may be able to speed up the healing." Theo breathed as Lessa continued to drive.
Lessa glanced at Theo out of the corner of her eyes. He was bleeding too much. He might not make it to the McCall house. Using her left hand to drive, she pulled the glove off her right hand with her teeth. She reached to touch Theo's shoulder's gently. Theo caught her wrist with his hand.
"No." He said.
"Why not? You're hurt. It'll help." She argued. Her blue eyes glaring at him with concern and anger.
"I need to be awake and alert. Your family isn't done with you, or me. They'll be coming. If I'm asleep when they eventually reach us, it won't be good." She took her hand back and placed it on the wheel. "Just get me to Scott McCall."
"You really think he'll help you?" Lessa asked glancing at him every few seconds, never taking her eyes fully off the dirt road. The night had taken away most of the light and she didn't have werewolf sight. Just pitiful human eyes to guide them.
Theo turned to look at her. He caught the scent of blood and looked at her hand. That stray bullet had found it's mark. A small bullet hole was oozing blood from her palm.
"Us, remember? I think he'll help us."
This is my first attempt at a Teen Wolf fanfic. I've loved the show for so long, but never felt the need to do fan fiction. Now that we are on the last ten episodes, I'm feeling sad and needed to do something. I've always been drawn to Theo. I think there is than just bastard there.
Please review and let me know what you think.