"What information? That I know a hunter burned out a family of werewolves, and stood there and laughed? That the bus driver, former insurance adjuster, hid it? How about the part where I know it, but I can't give him any proof he'll take to court? No. They killed my family. These are my lands. I will make it safe for my pack, Stiles. For you and Scott and for everything that should have been here," he said, meaning it. More emotions than she'd shown to anyone yet.
"I can't just pretend, Stiles. I can't let them let her go. I ... I spent six years listening to them scream, Stiles. I still hear them. Every moment of every day. What would you do in my place?"
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Date: 2015-04-11 04:30 am (UTC)"I can't just pretend, Stiles. I can't let them let her go. I ... I spent six years listening to them scream, Stiles. I still hear them. Every moment of every day. What would you do in my place?"