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VOID.
I take a step toward them, and the wolves crouch down low. Derek snaps his teeth, and Scott curls his lip.
"You're not here to fight," I say, and it's more of a question to them even though I know the answer.
"They're here to capture you," Stiles says.
"We will if we have to," Scott says.
"That sounds like fun. Promise me you'll try your hardest."
He and I lunge at each other, and Stiles starts screaming; the sound is both thrilling and irritating.
I take Scott down with ease. He goes for a body-slam, ducking down and trying to wrap his arms around my middle, and all it takes is one sharp blow to the top of his spine to send him to the ground.
Derek and the twins come at me at the same time, and admittedly, three on one is a struggle, but only for a moment. One twin tries to swipe my feet out from under me, and the other tries to grab me by the throat. I kick the first twin, and it catches him by his ear, just underneath his jaw. He flies backward several feet, lands flat on the ground, and doesn't move. I wrap my hands around the second's throat, and my grip is much stronger than his, so he backs away after just a few seconds, coughing and gasping.
Derek is not so easy to subdue, but the challenge is exhilarating. The pain I cause him by breaking his sternum with the heel of my hand fuels the agent of chaos inside me, and Stiles screams even louder, pleading for me to stop.
Derek stumbles, but quickly recovers, and he lets out a growl I'm sure he means to sound intimidating as he lunges again. I grab the front of his shirt and keep his momentum going by taking a step backwards and throwing him across the clearing, nearly sending him into the trees on the other side.
The young boys lay on the ground, moaning, and I turn to the girls.
Stiles stops screaming all of a sudden.
It takes a second for me to figure out why.
In that second, Isaac brings his fist down upon the top of my spine, as I did with Scott, and wraps the other arm around my neck. Before I can react, Allison lets out a warrior's cry, and something sharp pierces my chest.
It's not an arrow, though, and Stiles – skinny, defenseless Stiles – actually laughs.
"You've been tricked," he teases. "You've been tricked by a human."
"Letharia vulpina," I hiss. "You're all cowards. You know you can't take me down yourselves, so you settle for poison – you're pathetic!"
I can't help falling to my knees. The poison works fast, and its effect is a profound misery – but a thousand-year-old trickster is, as the ever-articulate Peter put it, a disaster.
"Stiles is laughing because he's impressed," I jeer as Kira storms toward me and tilts my face up with her katana.
"Shut up," Derek snarls as he and Scott grab my arms.
"He's laughing because he thinks you've got the upper hand on me now."
"Shut up!" Scott growls.
"He laughs now, but he'll be screaming again soon enough."
"Shut up," Allison snaps, shoving her ring dagger in my face. The tip is just barely touching my top lip, and I cut my tongue as I lick the blade.
"He'll be screaming when I slaughter you all." I turn sharply to Lydia, whose delicious fear is delightfully clear on her pretty pale face. "And so will you."
