You were all in the Mexican tombs, fighting Peter hale as per usual. You were with Scott, your werewolf eyes obvious and your teeth showing. Scott was knocked down— and you were about to be hit, before you took one last blow.

Luckily for you— you were a were-witch.

You let out a loud scream as you used all your energy on taking Peter down— all while stiles stared at you in panic and fear. As you dropped to the ground, stiles immediately ran to you as you body collapsed without any energy.