#how ready for this i am
Work in Progress Wednesday
More of my rewrite that’s now pushing 40k, holy shit.
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Stiles’ heart threatens to beat right out of his ribcage watching the sight. He immediately goes to reach for Theo, only to have his arms pulled behind his back by Scott. “No,’ he grinds his teeth, yanking himself free from the former Alpha’s arms. By the time he gets close enough to his mate, Theo’s arms are ready to slip off the edge. Quickly, Stiles grabs his hand before he can fall, “I’ve got you,” he grunts, trying to pull the Alpha back up.
Tara has a firm hold of him.
“Stiles, let go,” Theo says, sweat glossing his forehead. “It’s okay, kitten, let me go.”
His tone is so soft it’s bringing tears to the chimera’s eyes. “No,” Stiles’ voice is thick with emotion; it’s practically a sob. Scott tries to grab his arm again and rage burns inside him.
“Stiles, this isn’t you,” the wolf says, trying to pull him.
The chimera snarls, rearing back with his free hand to claw at Scott’s face. He hits his mark beautifully, watching angry, red slashes break the skin and the now Beta stumbles back. The jerkiness of his action to get Scott away, loosened his grip too much on Theo. His mates’ fingers slip through his and Theo falls in. There isn’t even a shred of hesitation or thought.
Stiles dives in after him.
