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The Bite Is A Gift | Stiles & Logan

      Killing that brute, it had left Logan reeling, a mess of frayed edges tearing apart and re-meshing until everything inside felt new and foreign while the outside looked the same. Rough and a little rugged, and when she took the time to think about it, she wasn't so sure if she was thankful for that or not. It was for the best, she supposed, out of everything. It was one less thing for Stiles to worry about when he had so much to consider himself. That run in had left them both changed and scarred, while it was mostly on the inside for Logan, she could see the jagged edges of Stiles' flesh that proved it was just the opposite for him. The stitches had healed, provided some deep gouges and ruin in his skin from where her hand hadn't been as steady as it should have been— but he was whole, that was what mattered. He was walking and steady and though the use of that one hand had been taken from him entirely, he was alive and in the grand scheme of everything, that was what mattered.

      It gave her a piece of mind when she felt her own being stretched a little too thin. Being an Alpha with no pack save for her brother, it made her wolf a little more than upset, it was needy for another wolf, for the bond of another. But that wasn't going to happen any time soon or at all at this rate and she had to settle with that. Though settling for anything, or having a clear thought process was so broken now it was hard to think solidly about anything. If the Alpha business wasn't already messy enough, the sickness was coming back full throttle and it ached. It only happened on occasion, the bite of the infected surging up and rearing its ugly head to make her life that much more miserable. It came with cramps and sickness, not to mention a violent nausea that left her so jumbled that she could scarcely walk let along listen for anything like the infected or other intruders.

                 Least of all be able to see the trap hidden in the dried brush up ahead.

         "We might have to stop for the night soon," She swallowed down another wave of sick and grunted, a hand lifting to wipe at the sweat of her brow. "I don't think we're gonna have much chance making it out of these trees in time to set up camp." The Alpha's tongue reached out and tasted the edge of her mouth, it was bitter and it made her shake, just softly. "I'd rather get settled early than not at all," Her eyes, a little red rimmed shifted to him, "I'm exhausted." The words had just scarcely left her mouth when her foot found that mark, the snare was triggered and before she could even react to the sound of winding wire or the hiss of a pulley she was yanked off her feet. On her way up the tree her head cracked against the ground with a dull thump and it left her dazed, a little limp as she was strung up by her ankle upside down.

       It took her a few moments too long to come to, blinking slowly as she spied Stiles below her, a few feet out of reach. Her head shifted to look up then, spied the steel cable wrapped around her leg and already sunken into the flesh of her leg and staining the edge of her pants a dark red. "S-Stiles," She groaned, rolling back down and just hanging in the air. "Get me down from here," Logan mumbled around the bile crawling up her throat, making her brows pinch and burrow. "'m gonna be sick."

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From gold to wine { Stiles | Logan }

      Logan had grown far too used to the feel of ruined flesh giving beneath the weight of claws and gnashing teeth, her tongue had tasted rot and decay, spilled her stomach far too many times. But there really wasn't ever a way to get that rancid taste out of her mouth. It was only masked by the bitterness of bile and blood. Her body had become her weapon, and with that sickness slick in her own veins, there was little that she feared when it came time to go toe to toe with the dead. There wasn't that fear there had been before, to change into one of those things. Not for her at least.

       The infection had tried its best to tear her down, but it'd only been beaten back. But there was still the aching fear for her brother, for Stiles, but that bled into most of everything anymore. Logan was violent and raw, Stiles tended to be quieter, calculating. His movements tended to be steadier than her own which seemed so peculiar. When this had first started out— it had been the opposite.

      But the end of the world had a way of breaking people and remolding them, using mortar and loss to build husks that shared the same faces as before, but the insides were messy and a little lost. But with Logan and Stiles, they fought to keep their insides neat. They kept each other whole and when a little piece seemed to chip off, there were hands greedily trying to push it right back into place. Home really wasn't going to be a sanctuary if they lost everything that made it that way.

      "There's a river up ahead," Logan pointed out, bundling up her legs as she slid down the bank and toward the water, dipping her messy hands into the stream to clean some of the black blood away from beneath her fingers. Her eyes peered around the open area, feeling exposed, but that was stupid. She couldn't hear anything or anyone. They were alone, especially after their latest massacre of infected left a few miles behind them. "We can get washed up here real quick, stock up on water and then keep going." She pressed up and breathed out, "We're gonna need some fire wood so we can boil the water."

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“I’d die for you.”

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      “Say anything that fucking stupid again I’m going to beat you into the dirt,” The wolf’s grip crushes the empty tin of peaches between her fingers, listens to the metal grate and whine before buckling. It’s an idle threat in it’s own regard, because Logan had never risen her hand in violence toward the teen and there would never be anything that would drive her to. But there’s still a warning in those words, breeding malice and a soul deep hurt radiating from the glossy film in her eyes. “You aren’t dying period, least of all for me. Do you understand that? That’s not an option for you. I forbid it.” Because a world with Stiles not here was horrible enough to stomach, but the thought of him laying down his life for the sake of her own? She was surprised she managed to keep her stomach from pitching and ending up spilling a mess on the grass before her. “Just shut up about anything like that. We’re going home, together or not at all.”