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"Allison," the words are an instinctual wheeze as her hand comes to press against the wound in her abdomen. A rouge omega werewolf, always a werewolf, rolled into town. And of course Stiles was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and got the end if it's fury.
Claws to the abdomen. It didn't take her long to fall, deadweight practically and now she's attempting to get her weight off the slashes. Weakly trying to roll off her side onto her back.

















