[ There was a brief flash of something, of pain, or maybe of fear. But it was a sign that he knew, deep down, that Stiles was right. But it was gone in an instant by sudden and intense flood of pure rage. He slammed himself against those bars. As if he could force himself completely through them. His eyes glowing and fangs exposed. ]
At least they know WHO I AM! It's my name they're chanting when we win! NOT YOURS!
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At least they know WHO I AM! It's my name they're chanting when we win! NOT YOURS!