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    “I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

    That was a bad word. Not found.

    Have.

    Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

    One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

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    03 Jan 2026

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    Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

    “Not too close, he bites.”

    Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

    “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

    The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

    “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

    He looked extremely displeased.

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    05 Dec 2025

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    The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

    Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

    He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

    “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

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    04 Dec 2025

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    There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

    There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

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    You heard Nai shift, his movements heralded with the clinking of metal. “Have you finally come to your senses?”

    A thump resounded from around the corner and you heard Vash wheeze. “Where are you going?” Vash asked. “The exit is this way.”

    “I’m just as eager to leave,” said Nai. “But first, I want to see what you’re trying to draw me away from.”

    You flattened yourself against the wall, breath coming fast. There was nowhere to hide.

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    It had been one hundred years since the fall. One hundred years since your previous life exploded into shrapnel and burned to the ground. One hundred years of watching the assembly and subsequent destruction of lives around you. Vash, your cards, and the restlessness were your only constants.

    You shuffled the deck, the cards bending and swaying together under your fingers. They were old and worn, the glossy finish long gone, but you loved them all the same. They kept you from forgetting.

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    01 Jul 2025