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She laughs a little under her breath – shaking her head a little bit and she seems unaffected by the comments. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t believe such brainwashing lies. Your lot – if you want to lump groups together like – has killed a lot of people I care about. Kids, teenagers, children – your lot do not care. TROPHY HUNTING is all that it is. Humans can be just as much of a monster as a werewolf can be – as any supernatural creature. And a supernatural creature can be just as caring and just as loving as a human can be. If you want a rise out of someone, darling, wait until the next person comes in – because there isn’t much you can say to me to get under my skin.”

“Oh, please -” Dev half-laughed, not willing to prattle on with this thing about whose side had any humanity in them. She had seen first-hand how little kindness the blonde’s kind had. Had watched them tear into her brother like he was a candy bar and leave him to beg her to end his life - before he became one of them. She steels herself for whatever this one has coming for her - though the traitor hadn’t lain a hand on her, she knew that torture wasn’t necessarily the Argent’s strong suit. “Well too bad, then.” Dev just shrugs her shoulders, glaring at the other.

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She comes stumbling to a stop – her grin nearly blinding as she holds up both hands to try and keep herself from crashing into the other. “Stuart’s emails! We decoded them. I have information for him – where is he? Ohmygosh, you wouldn’t believe it – it’s great!” The witch had so much on his planet and was still trying to rebuild his files from when he had to move Underground, as well as process in information on all the new members of the Underground – without asking ( more telling him she would ) – Dawn took the responsibility of decoding the hundreds of emails. 

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“You decoded them?” Allison was already grinning when Dawn approached her purely for the smile on her face, putting her hands out to steady the other by her shoulders and keep them both from colliding. She laughed, “That’s amazing! He’ll be so happy.” 

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“You must be Shilo – I spoke with your brother. He’s very relieved that you are back – but he is very worried. My name is Tabitha. I wanted to help you – I’m a banshee, like you. I can only imagine how terrifying it is when all you’ve known for four years is the terror inside your head.”

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Shilo had looked up from her perch on her bed at the sound of the other woman entering, and though others made her on edge still, Marco had her convinced that she was safe here. That maybe she could find some peace from her own mind in this place. It took a long moment for Shilo to find her words, “Terrifying isn’t the right word for it.” She breathed, though there was an inkling of hope in her eyes - that perhaps she could find a way to keep it under control now.

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He catches Allison’s elbow gently, squeezing softly before shaking his head slightly and dropping his voice, “You don’t seem fine,” he murmurs, tipping his head to the side. “ – you’ve been in there for a while. You’re always on my back about taking a break – maybe you should take your own advice, Aly.”

Allison thought for a moment about shrugging him off, but she knew that she needed a breather - a minute to catch her breath and just be. She also knew by the dark circles under his eyes that he needed a minute too. “Will you come lay down with me for a bit?” She asked quietly, the question a soft admission of not being okay. She was frustrated. She was tired - and she was scared. She wanted so badly for all of this to be over, and though they’d managed a huge win it still didn’t feel like she could celebrate it because there was too much else to do. Maybe Stuart’s attitude was rubbing off on her.

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He had just wanted to come and check on her – to make sure that she was okay. He understood – she had been missing someone for so long; just as he had. Shilo being found and with him again had filled a hole in his chest – albeit, there was still anger. Still hurt. Still a chasm that couldn’t be filled – a rage at the very government that he had SERVED that had cast him out because of what he was. The blood on his claws of his old “friend” that he had had to kill in order to free the supernaturals ( Shilo … ) from the establishment. He was hurting still, he knew she had to still be. Coming into his own with his own wolf senses made him think that she would hear him approaching – but she had seemed to be too much in her own world to notice ; the breath knocked out of him seconds after his hand landed on her shoulder – eyes flashing red for a millisecond before flicking out as a breathed and empty chuckle echoed out of him, “– sorry,” he wheezed, a hand on her wrist, “ – I should have said something.”

Blake’s expression shifted as she realized who it was beneath her, a mixture of regret, terror, and pure heartache crossing her features. She let out a breath that caught in her throat, a half sob that she wouldn’t let release itself as she stared down at his expression, captive by the hand on her wrist - unable to flee. Despite the way he had so quickly quelled the flash of red in his eyes, his strength was still quite impressive. 

She closed her eyes to his expression, face screwing up as she tried to hide the emotions she was experiencing from him - as she tried to forgive herself for getting so caught up in her rage that she’d likely hurt him. “I’m sorry,” She breathed, eyes still closed to those all-knowing eyes. He was one of the few she truly felt the need to hide from - one of the few with the power to see her beneath all of the aggression - but she was too afraid to hide from him. Too afraid that if she went looking for him when she was ready, he wouldn’t be there.

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“– but, see,” she starts, grabbing a chair from the corner of the room and sitting in it so that her arms draped over the back of it and she was leaning against it – a smirk dancing across her lips. “Killing you would be way too easy and accomplish absolutely nothing. Besides, not really our style – you’re unarmed. You’re helpless. That would just be cold blooded.”

Devana laughed at the words of the other, “You are cold blooded -” She smirked, “You’re beasts. There’s no kindness in your lot.” She could hear her father’s words in her mind, swimming around - all of the things that they had done to their people. Turning them, murdering them. There was nothing warm about these creatures, no humanity left in them.

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[ liam. ]

Talking about the collars – and the possibility of them coming off – had always been like walking on eggshells with them. She knew Liam was scared –… but, they could never truly fight this if they were held back by the chains of the handicaps. “Stiles already had his removed – it works.”

Hayden knew that he was afraid of what all of this could mean, but she didn’t know the depth of his fear. She didn’t understand how amazing it felt to not have to control himself - to not have to fight his own brain every moment to keep himself from hurting someone. He hadn’t had to try for so long now that he wasn’t sure he could go back to it, he wasn’t sure he could still control himself. He looked down to the ground, eyes on their feet, “Are you going to get yours removed?”

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[ boyd. ]

From the little that she had heard, she knew it wasn’t Derek’s fault; she didn’t blame the former alpha. But, she didn’t know where the place the blame but the universe when she had come back and BOYD WASN’T THERE. Her heart had broken out of her chest that someone like him was no longer in the world. And it took his hand against her cheek to realize she was crying ; a sob pulling from her chest. She doesn’t know the words to answer him – to respond to him – as her hand moves from his jaw to the back of his neck ; everything that comes to mind incoherent as she catches her breath around another sob before pushing herself into his space; communicating in the only way she knew how how much she had missed him. How  much his DEATH had broken her down. How truly happy she was – for the first time in years.

Boyd had never though that he would be happy to be alive again - when he’d woken up he didn’t think how amazing it was to be alive again. All he’d thought was how badly he didn’t want to be there. He had never wanted to be in a world without Erica, and he had definitely not wanted a world like the one he’d discovered as he’d made his way here. In time, he’d accepted it - bit by bit. But it was still never what he had wanted.

Her tears against his skin made him hope, maybe things could be okay if she was here. Maybe they could have a chance to be happy - maybe he could say all the things he’d always wanted to say to her. He opened his mouth to speak before she was pulling him against her, and he wasn’t fighting it. He feels his breath die in his chest - lungs feeling like they’d explode but he doesn’t pull away from her, he can’t bring himself to part from her yet, fingers sliding through her hair and down her back.

Finally, he’s pulling back, an uncharacteristic grin on his lips. “Yeah, I missed you too, Erica.” He grazes his thumb across her cheek.

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“You might as well just kill me - I’ll never tell you anything. Nothing.” Dev hissed, gaze raising to the new interrogator - the traitor hadn’t gotten a thing out of her. This would be no different. They could do their worst to her, but she would rather endure a lifetime of that than help them. 

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“I’m fine,” Allison insisted to the prying eyes as she left the interrogation room, both hands clenched into tight fists as she walked past the others and out into the hallway. It wasn’t until she turned the corner that she stopped and leaned back against the wall, letting out a frustrated huff of breath. The girl wasn’t going to crack - not for her or for the others. They needed something else to get under the young hunter’s skin. She was about to turn to leave, to go find Lydia and see if she’d made any progress with the handicaps before a voice made her pause. She turned to the source and offered a small smile.

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She’d thought that getting him back would fix everything - that the world would fall back into place like it hadn’t been broken for years. That hadn’t been the case though, despite holding James in her arms, she still felt that same rage burning within her. It was different, in some ways, but it wanted the same things. It wanted to absolutely crush the people that had done this to her brother - that had broken him so terribly that his tears hadn’t subsided for hours. 

Blake didn’t know how she was going to take them down, yet, but the Underground was the best chance she had of tearing them all to pieces. They were the best chance she had to get in there and kill as many of the bastards as she could - to make them pay for what they’d done to the brightest pieces of her life. 

She hit the bag until her fingers went numb, and kept going, because if she didn’t, she was going to have to stop and think about the way James had sounded - the ways his sobs had ripped apart her heart as she’d done all she could not to cry. A hand on her shoulder startled her out of the dark place she was in, hand coming around to grab the arm it belonged to - anger channeling into a furious amount of strength that had the other person on the ground beneath her before she realized what she was doing. 

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[ allison. ]

He’s nodding for a moment, “–it would make any of them targets. They know we’re .. doing something, with what happened with Cora and Stiles.” Which, reminded him, he still needed to help get that MONSTROSITY out of Cora’s head. To bring her back to them, and to Derek. “We are not forcing anything on them, though. We offer it to them – if they want to be safer and keep it active, that’s their decision. I wouldn’t want to ask them to risk themselves in that way, anyway. None of these decisions are easy – and they’re just going to get harder to make, the more progress is made.”

Allison nods, rubbing her hand along her jaw as she watches him in silence for a moment, though her eyes are farther away - thinking things through. “It’s their choice ultimately, we just have to let them do what they think is best.” She finally shrugs, sighing. She wished that she could be up there, helping - but she was better off where she was. 

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[ blake. ]

For four years – ever since Shilo was ripped away from him – Marco had been painfully alone. It had been difficult for him to make work friends – and, truly, with his condition, he hadn’t done much else but work. The world was not wheelchair friendly when you were alone. It was something that needed to be CHANGED, among so many other things in this world.  His heart skipped a few beats when she burrowed herself into his chest ; his breath shaking before he was wrapping both arms securely around her shoulders and burying his head against her hair and letting his eyes close. Even his human senses picked up the familiar smell that he remembered from their childhood.  “It’s okay–” he reassured her in a whisper, holding her closer to him and trying to avoid the clunkiness of the collar getting in their way. “It’s okay …-” There’s a beat of silence before he’s whispering softer, “I have missed you.”

A sob resonates in Blake’s throat as he speaks, her fingers tightening in his shirt. God, she’d missed him more than almost anything - she’d missed him as much as she’d missed James if it was possible. But his absence had been a different sort of hole in her heart than James’. It was one that left her aching, left her wondering what her life could have been. 

“I’ve missed you more than you know,” She breathed out the words in Spanish, broken with the force of restraining her tears. When she’d joined the force, she’d had an option to learn a second language and Spanish had been the first one she’d chosen - it made her feel a little closer to him. Sometimes, it had helped her understand things he had said to her in the past - things she’d wondered about. 

It wasn’t okay, though. Nothing could make up for her staying away from him, not her selfish desire to keep him separate from the hellish life that being supernatural had seemed to descend upon her since her parents deaths. 

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[ boyd. ]

Her breath stuttered for a moment as he pushed locks of hair from her features – and her watery smile merely grew as, despite herself, she rested a shaking hand on his jaw as if to affirm more so that he was truly there. “ – how?” she whispered breathlessly, “– I thought that you – that Derek was forced to ..–”

His hand moves down to cup her cheek, brows drawing together as her fingers rest along his jaw. “He did - he had to. It’s okay though.” He looks down, breaking his gaze from her face finally, “I don’t know how, honestly. All I know is it has to do with the Nemeton and a coven of witches. I’m not sure what they did.”

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[ liam ]

She thins her lips for a moment, her lips still a hidden smile before she was pulling her gaze up more fully to him, “Stiles asked me to come Underground earlier today –” Which had meant it was important, they rarely asked her – or anyone else registered – to come because of safety. “I met with Allison. Lydia did it, Liam … – the …” she stops for a moment ,taking a breath as she listens to their surroundings and continues in a softer voice, “The collars, she can remove them.”

Liam nodded when Hayden began, though concern crossed his features - she never went underground. Sure, he did, so Lydia could help him with math but still. She never went down there. When she finishes, he feels his stomach drop in a weird way - it’s something that’s half-freeing but half-terrifying. “She can?” He asks, almost disbelieving.

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[ blake. ]

She thinks on this for a moment, once more toying with her fork. “Maybe –…” she starts slowly, soothing her fingers down the metal of it before shrugging a shoulder. “With a development like this … I don’t see why we wouldn’t try and expand. The blonde chimera – Erica, I think her name was? She said she was from another rebellion, from Nevada. They … gone now, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t others …–”

Blake half laughs, a bitter sound. “I can tell you now that we’re not the only group out there. We can’t be - there’s no way the rest of our kind are all meek.” She refused to believe that there weren’t other groups out there standing up for themselves, or in hiding making big plans. “It’s just where we look that’s the hard part.”

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[ allison. ]

He gave another soft noise of consideration, scrubbing a hand now through his hair as he thought on it for a moment. “If you think that they can do it – since you know them better than I do – I think they could both be good fits. Kira is a kitsune, there is … so much potential there that could help us; and I am sure that she would… feel better with the freedom. And Hayden… – her connections, with how much that could HELP US, I feel like that is worth a shot as well.”

“Hayden’s position would make her invaluable, and I know that she would be interested - getting that collar off is just about her biggest priority. I’m not as sure about Kira, but I think she would do it. Scott too, maybe but he is more expected? It might make him a target if they ever come to suspect what we’re doing.” She shrugged, “They’d all be targets, though. I can bring the idea to them, once I talk to Lydia about it.”