This Changes Everything {Book 1-S1}

lUNAE LUMEN {S1-Epi 8-Pt 4}

{Latin ^ Meaning... Moonlight.} Monday, February 7th 2011 {Day 30}

AU 1: I kindly request your patience as it seems I may have made an error in the measurements of the photographs provided below. Rest assured, the final chapter/episode will feature an epic battle scene.

AU 2: Apparition/s of the virtuous afar, referred to as AOVA, will be indicated by bold typography and spoken in Latin.

AU 3: Certain spells performed by the AOVA will be denoted as "seeds." These will be italicized, written in Latin, and highlighted in bold. It's worth noting that if you're familiar with the TV show Motherland Fort Salem, you'll find that they also employ seeds, albeit in a different manner. If you have any questions or find any confusion, please leave a comment.

AU 4: With the guidance of the AOVA, more flashbacks and memories will be unveiled, leading to a dedicated chapter exploring these experiences. I will fill in any gaps as necessary. If you find any confusion or require clarification, please let me know in the comments.

AU 5: This particular episode will likely be one of the shortest chapters, given its brevity.

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Stiles's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. Did his best friend betray him by sleeping with his childhood crush? Were there passionate kisses exchanged between them? And what about Lydia? Did she now harbor feelings for Scott? These questions relentlessly looped in his mind as he sprinted towards his jeep, his breaths coming in short bursts. Under his breath, he muttered, "After everything..."

Morwen swiftly pursued him, their acute senses detecting the rapid rhythm of his racing heart. It pounded faster with each passing moment, his anger threatening to erupt.

Just as Stiles climbed into his jeep, Morwen caught up to him. Taking a seat in the passenger side, they settled in, the weight of the silent tension hanging heavily in the air.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes, and five minutes...

Now in Stiles Jeep... 

Exhaling a sigh, Morwen turned to face Stiles, studying his expressionless face. Their hand made contact with his, offering support. "Would you... maybe like to talk? Or perhaps we could try getting drunk again?"

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Stiles's lips upon hearing the suggestion of getting drunk. He held onto their hand tightly, appreciating the comfort it brought. Speaking softly, he voiced his uncertainties. "What if I'm wrong? What if-"

Interrupting his train of thought, Morwen reached over and gently caressed his cheek, their thumb grazing his skin tenderly. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze as Morwen reassured him. "Don't doubt yourself. Never question your intuition. I have no doubt that it happened, Stiles. I believe you... How else could her lipstick have become smudged?"

The tension between them intensified, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Both unable to look away, they leaned forward, their foreheads touching for a brief moment. In unison, they spoke words of strength and unity. "Alone we are strong, together we are stronger."

Morwen gently tugged on Stiles's hand, preventing him from backing away and leaving. "You're forgetting something, Nuh Nuh."

Stiles looked puzzled at first, but then his eyes widened and a smile formed on his lips. He sat back down and intertwined his pinkie with theirs.