Prologue

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Warnings: Violence; Graphic Violence; Gun Violence

You first remembered this story being told by my son, Miecyzslaw "Stiles" Stilinski-Winchester. He was brave, funny, talented, intelligent, and so much more. And while I am not Stiles and could never live up to his talents, I am still his father. He left me with his power and the Nogitsune to guide me. But it also seems he's left a clue to his return. Quoting that he was not dead. My son is still alive somewhere outside of this dimension.

            "Is he still out there," the vampire whispered, looking around the corner nervously, "I think he's gone... Revel? Rev?!"

He turned around to be face to face with the barrel of a gun and a mask he recognized all too well. The mask of a snarling wolf's muzzle. The Masked Hunter: He was almost as bad as the Winchesters.

            "Masked Hunter," the vampire said, his bottom lip trembling, "Please... Have mercy?"

The masked hunter stared at him with cold blue eyes. They were more soulless than most demons from hell are. He said nothing as the vampire bared its fangs in a final attempt to go down fighting. His eyes flashed purple as a bullet was fired, hitting the vampire right in the skull. Then he pulled out his dagger that belonged to Stiles, cutting out his heart. He removed his mask once he was in his car, exhaling blue smoke as he placed the heart in a sealed container.

My name is Noah Linden Stilinski-Mikaelson. I am The Masked Hunter with the one goal written in my mind ever since Stiles was taken from me. I will find my son and bring him home. No matter who I have to kill to do so.

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