Pry Him From My Cold Dead Fingers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Teen | 10k | 1/1
“So they’re coming for our Emissary because they lost theirs?” Derek asked, somewhat angrily.
“It would appear. The McCall-Hale Pack’s reputation precedes itself.”
“Don’t worry,” Scott said, “we won’t let them touch you.”
Deaton turned to him, offering a private smile before inclining his head slightly. “Very comforting, Scott, thank you. But,” he looked between them, “I’m not the Emissary they’re coming after.”
Derek frowned and shared a look with Scott, who looked as confused as he did.
“What do you mean?” Scott asked. “What other Emissary is there?”
(SNYE - January 23rd - Alpha & Emissary)









