#del:threads

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@pettythieveswithpotential​

“Stay in the goddamn car,” she growled before sliding out of the driver side and giving the kid one last, hard glance. She was well known with most hunters, an attack survivor with a smattering of claw scars from taking down a rogue alpha when she was younger. Only a couple knew it had been her grandfather, only a couple knew she was a werewolf. Blending was what Delia did best. The kid didn’t need to know any of that until she got him in the house. 

One of the kids answered, happily letting her in and calling for Chase. The kids all knew she wasn’t there for August. 

“Hey Holden, got a problem you might be able to handle. Ain’t got no where else I can take the kid.” She had never been one for small talk or beating around the bush, something he knew, so there was no need to pretend. “One of fucking Greg Hardin’s kids. That shitbag sent a kid to take on a rogue wolf and he got bit.”

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@soullessbobbysinger​ got 20-Delia

“Was there somethin’ you wanted or are you just gonna be wastin’ my time?”

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bewitchedandblessed liked your post:Starter Call for my werewolves

“There a reason you trespassin’ on private property?”

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@pettythieveswithpotential

It wasn’t often any of the hunters she knew actually used her number, so she was curious enough to go when Chase of all people called. It had to be something big if he was calling for help. The last thing she expected was for him to have kids in the house, especially when they smelled like felines.

“Alright, what the hell is so goddamn messy that a Holden is calling anyone?”

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@babyitsmagic got Del

"And you, what? Had no one else you could call? Do we need to have another conversation about how you need more goddamn friends?"