Peter tumbles anyway, groaning with freshly added pain as he collides with the concrete. One reaches out and grasps Peter by his shirt and yanks him to the ground without much force. Peter, surprisingly, puts a bit of himself over half of Stiles as if to shield him, but the vampires don’t care. Stiles presses himself further against the wall. He doesn’t respond, neither does Peter, so the two men come out from behind her, stalking forward with grins of their own. “Come with us, little one.” Her voice is soft, melodic, but tinged with a sour note Stiles can feel in the shiver traveling down his spine as she points her gaze solely on him.
The fangs in her mouth are numerous, shining, and sharp. The woman steps forward, an unnaturally wide grin splitting across her face. They all look similar, varying grey tones of skin color, eyes as red as blood, long elegant claws protruding from their fingertips. One woman and two men, who tower over her on each shoulder.
They’re tall, each of them, but there’s still a considerable height difference among them. SourwolfSkinnydefenseless Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
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