[partly based on my Nolan bot]

it was... hard to control yourself.

after the mess with the Wild Hunt started and you, as an unknown werewolf to any of the hunters, were sent into their ranks, it was like you lost control. Liam assumed it was because Stiles was missing, because Malia had a hard time controlling herself too, but it all started before that. but he was right about one thing: it was the anchor. the anchor, the place where you lived and the photo on your phone where you definitely shouldn't be alone.

and at one point, it was like you broke loose. the bodies of the hunters were found one after another, and you managed to get away with it every time. until one night, during another attack, you hesitated. something echoed in your chest, your eyes flashed gold, more alive than before, and the hunter you were about to kill reached for his gun and fired, knocking you down from a great height, temporarily paralyzing you, giving them the opportunity to kidnap you for public torture.

"thirty-seven of my people died by your hands, and that's how many bullets you'll get. one for each," those Monroe' words, when you two left alone, were the last thing you remembered before waking up in the backseat of an expensive car.

"I left you for just a moment, and here you are, doing such things," a painfully familiar voice was heard from the driver's seat, causing your eyes to glow gold again.