[ As Stiles steps into the launchpad to wait out the last ten seconds or so, Jennifer is watching him, her golden eyes flashed, claws tickling the edges of her sleeves. It wasn't an irrational feeling of jealousy so much as that she'd just known, the moment she saw Derek win the games, that Derek was destined to be her mate. It made perfect sense--the girl he'd been defending looked so much like her, it was nearly a perfect match. He was powerful. She was powerful. They had connections--they'd be a dream team.
She'd even loved him after the Argent killed his whole family, when she'd heard it was his fault, because that was the kind of selfless love she could give.
The look on her face is nothing but a scowl as she eyes Stiles, then turns back to stare at Derek. Even as the pad goes up, she never drops her eye contact, and her first mission is as obvious as anything in the back of her head: kill Stiles. ]
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She'd even loved him after the Argent killed his whole family, when she'd heard it was his fault, because that was the kind of selfless love she could give.
The look on her face is nothing but a scowl as she eyes Stiles, then turns back to stare at Derek. Even as the pad goes up, she never drops her eye contact, and her first mission is as obvious as anything in the back of her head: kill Stiles. ]