"They call me Est Albus Lupus, the White Wolf. My job is to protect the pack, to heal the pack and to fight for it. I'm one of the strongest being out there and the last of my kind. With me the Alpha will be unstoppable, that's why he want me, but i...
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"You want to handcuff me?" Void Stiles asked as Stilinski pulled out a pair of handcuffs walking into the loft.
"If my son is still here-- if there's a part of him standing here in front of me-- then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me. Because he knows I'm here to protect him, from himself and from others." Stilinski said and Stiles put his hands up.
Stilinski put the cuffs around Stiles's wrists, not looking away from him.
Stiles looked up with an almost sinister look on his face as Stilinski stepped back.
"You're not my son." He whispered and Stiles broke the handcuff.
Allison, Chris, Derek, Zander and Amelia quickly walked into the loft making Void Stiles to look over at them and chuckle.
He looked over at Allison as she held up a taser, pulling the trigger.
But instead of Void Stiles getting tased, his hands shot out and grabbed the stings of the taser, unaffected, before throwing it to the side.
Derek growled and ran at Stiles, but Stiles grabbed Derek's arm, twisting it behind his back and throwing him to the wall as if he was as light as a feather.
Suddenly the sound of a gun being cocked made everyone turn to see Chris pointing a gun at Stiles.
"Argent, listen to me! Don't do this!" Stilinski said holding his hand out but Chris didn't look away from Stiles.
"Why not? I've done it before... Werewolves, Berserkers... can easily add a Nogitsune to the list."
Stilinski cocked his gun, pointing it at Chris.
"You're not going to shoot my son!" Stilinski angrily told him.
Chris glance at him "You said it yourself, Sheriff-- that's not your son."
"Put it down! Put it down!"
"Dad, he's going to shoot me. He's going to kill me, Dad."
"Don't listen."
"Put it down! Now! Do it! Put it down!"
"Pull the trigger! Come on!"
"Listen to me- you put the gun down now!"
"Shoot me!"
"Put the gun down, now!"
"Shoot me!"
"Put the gun down!"
"SHOOT ME!"
"Argent, you put it down!"
"Strife...." Allison whispered then grabbed Amelia's arm "Lia, strife. That's what he wants."
Amelia's eyes widen and look back over at the rest of them then out the window seeing the sun go down.
