Summary: Jordan Parrish/coyote!Reader, Reader is kidnapped and Parrish saves her
“Y/N?” Jordan rocks on his feet sliding around the doorway hand hovering on his gun, as he walks farther into your house nerves growing and the center of his chest burning.
“Parrish here.” He picks up the phone before the first ring is finished, he’s sitting at your kitchen table fingers nervously drumming on the counter.
“Parrish, hey uh, there’s something bad going on, that pack that showed up… they uh, they want power.”
“So what should I be on my guard?”
“You know Y/N is like us right?” The burning in his chest seems to increase as a chill travels up his spine.
“What happened? Parrish?”
“Scott said he was going to come over and- Hey yeah what….shit.” Stiles grimaces and Parrish can hear Scott’s frantic voice.
“We have to find her. I’ll be over now.” He growls out and Stiles hangs up hopefully explaining what Parrish had discovered
“Yeah Y/N’s a coyote but what does that have to do with werewolves, they’re different creatures right?”
“It’s the were part that connects them.”
“Like in a family way or?”
“No, in a I can drain your powers and take over way.”
“But Y/N doesn’t have powers? I mean besides the whole transforming into a coyote thing right?”
“How much did she tell you?” Derek frowns a little and Jordan bites his lip.
“Not much, she said she didn’t want to put me at risk, but it’s not like Malia right? I’ve met her mom, she’s not some power hungry bitch, no offense.”
“None taken.” Malia laughs.
”We found her!” Scott stumbles in and Jordan is already out the door.
“HEY! You can’t just fucking run in there blazing and get them to hand over Y/N.”
“Parrish, they might hurt her worse, they might want your power too.”
“Don’t care. I need Y/N safe.”
“I’m glad you love her so much but it’s a little hard to love someone when you’re dead.”
“Better me than her.” Parrish growls and Derek just groans.
“Jackson… just, thank you.” Derek grins a little when Jackson’s hand lands on Jordans shoulder, before he can do anything he realizes his hands are frozen in place.
“Kanima venom, will paralyze almost anything, you just stay here and look cute while we save her.”
“I’ll fucking kill you if anything happens to her.”
Jordan grimaces the entire time he’s frozen, almost lying next to you in the back of the car still paralyzed, forced to look at what the pack that kidnapped you has done, you have gashes on your arms; claw marks if Jordan’s thinking is right. As well as the bruises, but from the lack of stabilizing you haven’t broken any bones.
“Can’t you do some magic healing shit???” Jordan barks from the chair where he’s slowly gaining control of his body back.
“Coyote not werewolf it won’t work the same.”
“Well fucking do something you said she could heal!”
“Parrish calm down…” Scott warns and he finally looks around to see flames creeping up the edges of the table you’re laying on.
“Yeah don’t wanna burn her up and hurt her anymore than..”
“I wouldn’t hurt her.” He snarls and can feel the flames racing towards her, he knows they’re different; he’s not sure why but he lets them race up her arms, heating the cuts so they seem to burn away, the same for the bruises and the rope burns.
“Is this normal?” Scott mumbles and Deaton just looks away.
“What, Deaton, what just happened?”
“Hellhounds can form bonds, uhh the closest thing to a true alpha can have with packmates; but with one other..”
“Basically.” Deaton looks a little wary as you sit up.
“What happ-Jordan!” You almost crush him when you pull him into a hug.
