@milestogomuses(Theo and Scott, Theo and Elena), @simpleexistence(Theo and Sam) @hazywolves(Theo and Allison)
With a loud roar of thunder, immense raindrops began to fall heavily to the ground. As the drops splattered, Theo’s head jerked away hastily. His truck was parked a few feet away. A startled glance filled his hues, and veered to the side while watching the lightening grow closer. Whether in Beacon Hills or Los Angeles, the chimera had grown accustomed to being told not to sleep in his car, although it was the only home he had. Theo was a lone wolf. No family or pack, as it had been since he murdered his sister at nine. He knew no love in his life, it had just been him and the Dread Doctors.
Theo hunched his body over, as he transformed into his chimera form; werewolf, and coyote. His eyes turned a golden hue. Theo threw his head back slightly, as his fangs appeared and let out a growl. He slowly paced his feet to the overpass of the lake and sat there for a long while. The rain continued to fall but he didn’t even care anymore. Theo’s mind shifted to thoughts of The Dread Doctors. Their droning voices still derided at his memory. The things he saw underground wasn’t something you could forget. Seeing your dead sister was taunting.
A part of Theo regretted everything, especially breaking the trust of Scott, one of his oldest friends but he did what helped him in the end. Gaining the support of the dread doctors and giving him power even if it was short-lived. Killing Scott and turning Stiles against him was no easy task, but it was possible. Theo is still enthralled in other’s fears and the worst parts of themselves that they didn’t want to be shown. Their demons. Which is what made the McCall pack so easy. Without warning, Theo heard the muted steps of someone behind him, and now that he was not in human form, this could get dangerous.