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"What the hell is this?" the Sheriff questioned, rounding angrily on the vet.
"This is Stiles." The Stiles-shaped creature waved in a painfully Stiles-like manner.
"Stiles is dead," the Sheriff replied. "And this isn't fucking funny." He never disliked the vet, but now he was having a change of heart. He glanced at Derek who was staring at the creature, eyes wide. He placed a firm hand on the back of the man's neck and squeezed; he couldn't miss the wolf's trembling. "Let's go, Derek." He turned them both away so they could leave.
He froze when a cold hand grabbed his own free hand. His eyes followed pale fingers up a black-clothed arm and landed on pleading brown eyes. They were so painfully like Stiles' that it physically hurt to look at them. He pulled his hand free and turned to the vet. "Explain. Right now." He released the werewolf who looked at the vet and nowhere else.
"With enough love, even the dead can be returned."