[BOOK 5] "𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡."
For three whole months, Aspen and Stiles been happy. But that was until the Wild Hunt made it's way t...
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FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE BOTH ASPEN AND STILES GOT BACK TO BEACON HILLS, the couple had found themselves with an evening of peace. Malia was helping out Lydia with reviving the hellhound, Halwyn, at the hospital to find out how to defeat the anukite, and Liam, Scott and Isaac were investigating the biology teacher, Mrs Finch, as Liam had realised it was her voice on the mysterious voicemail.
Having recently been fatally shot, everyone agreed Aspen deserved a moment of peace, insisting they had everything else covered. Stiles hung out with her in her bedroom, the couple just lying in bed, Aspen cuddling in his arms as they just took a moment to themselves to regroup.
"So how was everything going, you know—before the whole River—Beacon Hills thing?" Stiles asked with a sigh as she stroked some of her hair softly, "I know how much you wanted Harvard..."
"And I still do," Aspen sighed in response, "I didn't drop out— I deferred. And if this whole thing is over before the semester ends, I'll go back early. The Dean was really understanding when I told him I had a family emergency at home, he said I'm welcome back as soon as everything clears up."
"That's good," Stiles replied, kissing her forehead, "I know we spoke every day and everything, but you know— only so much you can say over the phone. How were your classes going?"
"They were amazing, honestly." Aspen smiled, "I was kinda worried that once I got to college, I'd struggle a lot, I was scared I wouldn't be able to keep up with the workload. And yeah— I barely made it a month before all this happened, but I was doing pretty well. What about you, how's pre-FBI going?"
"Well," Stiles sighed, chuckling a bit, "it was all going smoothly until um— well, I had this class with this professor, he was introducing us to some of North Carolina's most wanted un-subs."
"Look at you," Aspen wagged her eyebrows teasingly as she looked at him, "Using your fancy FBI-language."
"Un-sub's not very fancy, babe." Stiles chuckled, "It's just an abbreviation of unknown suspects."
"Still!" Aspen smacked his chest lightly, "You sound all Spencer Reid-like, it's kinda hot."
"I thought Derek Morgan was your favourite?" Stiles replied, the two of them spending many of their teenage years binge-watching Criminal Minds together.
"Oh he is," Aspen replied, "but you and I both know you're more of a Reid, so long as you never end up in an orange jumpsuit."
Stiles laughed off her joke, kissing her forehead again making her smile into his chest.
"Anyway, you were saying? About the Carolina unsubs?" Aspen spoke up again, letting him finish his original point.
Stiles let out a sigh as he ran a hand delicately through her hair, knowing he had to tell her about what he discovered at pre-FBI. He just didn't want her to worry, even though it was inevitable.
