I'm running.

Pushing myself until my legs feel weightless and heavy at the same time. It's been weeks since we last spotted the alpha until tonight. It just so happens that it's a full moon and the twins are easily the most dangerous thing i've dealt with in a while.

They've been sneaking off, presumably to 'film videos' but they haven't posted on their channel in weeks. The group from Beacon Hills are still here besides Scott and Stiles. They left a few weeks ago because this girl named Malia went crazy when she found out the moon was coming up and Stiles wasn't going to be there the help her through it. He said they 'had a bond' and 'had to leave'. So i'm sure i'll never see him again. Fucking figures. I never even got the chance to have some fun.

Now to the twins, Peter and Derek found out the hard way that when Gray and E are pushed to a certain limit of anger, they turn into this super-fucking-mega-wolf just like these other twins I used to know.

Back to the present time, so here I am running through the woods looking for these blood thirsty betas when I feel a bone snap in my leg and I start to fall. Wow, what a great way to start the night. A big ass ball of fur stands over me and smiles like a five year old at chuck-e-cheese. His claws retract and the paw begins to look more like a fist. The hair recedes and I can truly see who I'm dealing with.

"Son of a bitch."

Everything goes black.