[ Hands slammed into Stiles chest, gripping his shirt, shoving him harder against the wall. He was right in the other's face, all fangs and glowing eyes. Each breath was huffed out with the force of his absolute fury. But he didn't attack further than that. Something held him back. Lydia. Something she'd said, half remembered now, halting him from tearing the kid apart. ]
Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right here?!
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Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right here?!