Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
The doctors want to run an MRI on Stiles. Stiles is sitting on the bed of the MRI machine, Scott right next to him. On the other side of the window, the doctor announces, "Okay. Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want, we can get you earplugs or headphones..." he offers.
"Oh, no. No, I don't need anything."
Melissa brushed his hair back, "Hey, we're just on the other side of that window, okay?"
Stiles nodded, and Melissa left the room leaving Scott and Stiles alone. "You know what they're looking for, right? It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers... And there's no cure."
Scott wipes a tear away, "Stiles, if you have it, we'll do something. I'll do something." obviously offering Stiles the bite. They hug each other tightly as their parents watch them from the other side of the glass.
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They start to load Stiles into the MRI, "Okay, Stiles... This will take about forty-five minutes to an hour. Now, remember, try not to move even a little bit. Stiles, you're going to hear that noise now. It's going to be a loud clanging– kind of like a hammer hitting an anvil."
Scans start to pull up on the screen in front of the doctor. Melissa and Stilinski look at the results of the scan, it shows atrophy, which means Stiles is positive for frontotemporal dementia just like his mom.
In the machine, Stiles started getting more and more upset. He closed his eyes shut and wakes up inside a dream.
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~Stiles' Mindspace~
"Have you figured out my riddle yet? If you answer correctly, we might consider letting them go..."
"Letting who go?" Stiles asked.
"Your friends... Your family... Everyone who ever meant something to you. We're going to destroy all of them, Stiles– one by one."
