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“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this plan,” Stiles gritted out as he slammed his rifle into the back of a hunter’s head.
“No, you had to run off without telling anyone, and now I have to come and save your wolfy ass.” Stiles’ eyes flashed blue as he lifted his hand into a fist, and the mage in front of him dropped the flask of acid to the floor and clutched at his throat.
“It’s a good thing I love you,” Stiles said as he punched the hunter who was standing in front of an unconscious Derek.