#packspyau

[cxmeron-jxnes]

All I want are rooftops || Open

Cameron groaned shooting another rager in the head, a cigarette between his lips. Can they stop already? Can he just seriously enjoy being on his own damned private rooftop for once? He’d manage to get a lot of his supplies up here, found a nice shed to make his new home. Grabbed a good amount of food and water to store away until he was sure the Rage would settle. He’d disabled his phone, made it hard for Malia to track. He was done with her, done with the Wolves. He was just done. He’d sent a text to Will telling him where he was and if he really cared to come and stay with him in safety. The fact that he wasn’t there hurt but he figured that was how it was going to be.

The male uses another one of his inventions watching a rager’s head explode a slight grin on his face. “’nother one bites tha dust.” he mutters before typing away on his computer. Almost time to set up his security systems and get his laser field up and running. Hopefully it’d trigger just right and the well made trap would set and go off. It involved a few armed guns and a few throwing knives. Setting it back up would be a bitch but it was a sacrifice he’d need to make to survive this new setting.

[redeyedmccall]

Great Escape (open)

The drugs kept him quiet and pliant unless they were torturing him, they liked to hear him scream. Most of the time, Scott wasn’t sure what was real anymore as they tried to pry open his mind for secrets. He did his best to resist, there was too much at stake if he talked and too many people who’d die at the Hunter’s hands. The Wolves might think he was a traitor, but he’d die before he actually betrayed them. It took days before he had enough strength to pull the iv out of his hand, letting the drugs soak into the sheets as he slowly fought his way out of the fog.

The Hunter who checked his vitals was just unlucky. Scott exploded into motion, jamming the IV needle into the other man’s neck and wrestling the side arm from his holster. A quick shot to the forehead and he was down for good. Scott slid out of bed, wobbling as the world tilted like a ship in a storm beneath his feet. He had to assume there were cameras everywhere, he only had a few minutes before the alarms would send everyone after him. Move, Scott, move! 

He cracked the door open, waiting a heartbeat before flinging it wide and catching a guard in the face, putting him down with another shot. Fenrir stole the dead man’s gun, tucking it into his waistband and stumbled down the hall as the alarm started blaring.

[cxmeron-jxnes]

Group Text: Wolves

[Marrok] Found Scott. Last location was near the university. Check fraternities and dorms.

[redeyedmccall]

Peter was still alive out there somewhere, he had to be. The trick was to find him, get someone who could bring him out of his coma, and have him convince the rest of the Wolves that Scott wasn’t a traitor. He just needed a place to start. Easy.

Scott sat in the park, stolen gun tucked into the pocket of his hoodie as he watched people play ultimate frisbee on the grass. That woman with the cotton candy hair was the best lead he had, he just had to find her again.

[redeyedmccall]

Traitors (Scott + Derek)

kiss-this-sourwolf

Scott had thought he’d already lost everything. The world had been shattered, his life had ended and he’d been cast out. Having the ground crumble beneath his feet for the second time in a week left him disoriented. Nothing made sense anymore, how could he have missed the signs? He’d been so eager to love and be loved that he must have been the perfect target. The Hunters were probably celebrating their victory and Stiles was probably laughing.

Stiles. He didn’t even know the other man’s name. Everything he thought was real, all the feelings and the safety, everything was a lie. He’d run to the one person pulling the strings from the very beginning like a lamb to the slaughter.

There was nowhere left to run, the city was closing in and they all knew too much about him to just disappear. The boy pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up, hunching his shoulders as he tried to lose himself for as long as he could.

[redeyedmccall]

The Truth (Sciles)

Scott woke slowly, confusion making his limbs heavy as he tried to piece together his surroundings. He was still in Stiles’s apartment? He didn’t remember falling asleep this time, the last memory was curling in next to his best friend and then... The haze in his head was unnatural, he shouldn’t be this disoriented unless he’d been drugged, it took too much effort to clear his thoughts. No, that didn’t make any sense. Stiles wouldn’t have sedated him. Strike that, of course Stiles would have tried to sedate him if he thought Scott was going to leave without healing, but Scott should have been able to detect the drug.

He cracked open one eye, blurred movement by the end of the bed catching his attention and Scott’s lips curved in the barest smile. Stiles was getting dressed and it was nice to watch him unguarded. There was muscle beneath that pale skin, lean and broad shouldered all at once. Scott knew how they felt under his fingertips and the way they tensed as he trailed wet kisses across them. Everything else might have fallen apart, but he was still so lucky.

His breathing caught, light gleaming along the gunmetal barrel of a weapon. Stiles had his gun! Wait, that wasn’t his gun. When the boy turned, Scott’s entire body turned to ice. Fenrir’s mark stood out in angry bloody lines across his best friend’s chest.

[prettyboyalpha]

[Text] There has been a change in leadership. You report to me now Zimbel. Any questions?

[Text] Does this mean we have to get new team shirts? If so lets get some bright bedazzled ones. I want mine to say Hot Damn on the back. Oh and how about a raise, because let me tell you, that drawer of sparkly thongs I have at home are not cheap.

[the-whittemore-omega-blog]

Jackson was no stranger to sleeping on park benches, and after his altercation with Stiles, he couldn’t quite make it all the way home. He’d fallen down, face bloodied, on a bench by a lake. Now the sun was starting to rise and he blinked his eyes open, standing up and looking around. He saw a blurred figure coming towards him and stood. “Keep walking. There’s nothing to see here.” He called.