Re: Quicklog: Scott/Stiles/Bobby
Stiles! [Scott felt a ripple of pain himself, he was so drawn in to Stiles and his pain, it was like every shudder of his friend could vibrate on Scott's own body. Any amount of tough exterior he tried to show was dropped, and he looked young, fragile. Tears stung his eyes and he wished he could just take the nogitsune into himself, anything to keep Stiles safe. It was his fault any of this happened. He should have stopped it sooner, somehow, maybe even gone into the city when Stiles was first stopped. When he could still fight.]
Stop it! [The wolf was instant, growling and screaming at once, and Scott's eyes glowed the fiercest shade of red. He roared. It was an alpha roar. It was the sound that his betas, if he had any, would have responded to by instinct. And one he didn't know could occasionally attract the attention of even his human companions. Maybe Stiles would hear it through the pain and maybe not, but it didn't matter, because Scott lunged forward.
He broke through just one side of the ice, dangerous yes, but he was moving fast, and his fangs sunk down into Stiles' arm as soon as he saw flesh. This was the bite that some people craved, and that some people dreaded. Not everyone wanted to be a werewolf, and unfortunately, that choice was taken away from Stiles in a move of total desperation.]