"Again." You command, pacing around him as Scott struggles inside of his chains. You furrow your brows, sighing. "Use your head, muscle can only do so much." You say, pushing Scott to his physical and mental maximum.

"I... Can't!" Scott gives up in exasperation. He stares at his hands, half with fear, half with frustration, retreating his claws. He leans back on the cement wall, chains rattling as he crumples.

"Why not? Hmm? Don't be weak, weakness gets you killed, find your strength McCall." You say, crouching down and pushing your index finger repeatedly into his chest.

Derek walks in, stormy. Behind him was Stiles stuttering forward, held by the hood of his jacket, practically dragged in like a sack of potatoes. You turn slowly, looking at your older brother and the cat he dragged in. "What now?" You say, exhausted.

You stare at Stiles, straightening as he swats Derek away. "Sorry to interrupt your... torture?- But, we have a problem." He says, raising his brows slightly, huffing out a quick breath.