Stiles is slowly losing his soul to the nogitsune, tired after fighting it for more than six years. He is about to give up fighting when Scott gets bitten by a rogue alpha werewolf. As that is just unacceptable, Stiles sets out to figure out who thought it would be okay to try and take his best friend from him, and then rend them limb from limb.
It does not quite go the way he plans.
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19 Jun 2018
The continent is separated into twelve tribes. The rest is unclaimed territory- dangerous.
Peter and Stiles run.
Peter fixes Chris with a firm look. “You know damn well that since your father got sick, Kate’s been trying to gather enough forces to take over your part of the kingdom. And now that she has Deucalion’s troops backing her, it’s only a matter of time. I say we bring in a Mage, and see if there’s a protective spell we can use. It doesn’t have to be Deaton. There’s someone else I’ve heard about.” Peter hesitates. “He specializes in the Old Magic.”
Chris looks incredulous. “Nobody does the Old Magic anymore.”
“This one does. He’s extremely powerful, apparently, is able to control it better than anyone in years. Keeps a very low profile, though.”
When Stiles murders a man in order to heal his best friend, Scott, his choice leads him down a dark path. He unwillingly becomes one of the Cursed. After being cast out by his village, Stiles is saved by a pack of werewolves and adopted as one of their own. But Stiles is running out of time. With the help of Peter, a man of equally dubious morals, he must figure out a way to break his curse before it consumes him.
His father used to tell him tales of the woods, the moon Goddess, and her devotion to the shamans of their world. He told Stiles that he was blessed with the powers and blessings of a kind Goddess, his eyes amber gold and mischievous.
He wondered, as he was dragged, blinking blearily and blood dripping into his face, if she would cry seeing him like this.
Or maybe, this was her punishment.
“Of course I love you,” Stiles says. He wants to roll his eyes, but refrains because it’s a serious moment. Another fight in the long line of fights and breakups they’ve had. They’re passionate people, he and Lydia. “Out of everything, how could you possibly doubt I love you? I’ve never had to think about it.”
“Maybe you should,” Lydia says, carefully slipping her hand out of his own.
“No, really, Stiles. Think about it.”
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16 Jun 2018