today i saw the whole world, teen wolf

𝟎𝟑𝟒 lies, guilt, deceit.

lies, guilt, deceit

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THE MORNING SUN WARMED THE room with its light, illuminating the sweetest disarray. Paxton's tangled up in the grey sheets of Stiles' bed, the sunshine beams down on her through the cracks over the slightly-opened blinds. Her hair is a feathery mess around the pillows, her legs wrap around the comforter as if she had tried to wrestle them throughout the night. At the foot of the bed, on the floor, a clutter of sheets and blankets are scattered around, wrinkled and twisted from the person who slept amongst them. Stiles sits at his desk, typing away into the search bar of his computer, and every-so-often he'd steal a glance to the sleeping beauty behind him.

He had woken up earlier than planned, and with help from having a hard time falling asleep.

He just couldn't close his eyes, not even a bat of his eyelashes could've put him in a trance. He stared at his ceiling for hours, trying to piece together any reasonable explanation as to why their town is plagued with virginal sacrifices. Virgin, the word alone scares him, especially now with everything that's happened within the last night. Well, everything that matters most to him. His first kiss with the girl he had loved every day since they met. Though the exchange of words that proclaimed their love had only been done recently, he always knew he loved her deeply despite it.

So, he watched his ceiling as the moon's pale light became the sun, gently transforming from a translucent white, to a fogged blue, then orange, like the flame he could still vividly remember igniting along his arms when their lips met for the first time.

In that time he could reflect upon all of their mistakes in the past, the mistakes they might make along the way, and then, after procrastinating the subject, he finally remembered the sacrifices. Unlike Paxton, they were the least of his worries. His only concern lies within her, and whatever caused her discomfort, he'd have no choice but to solve. So the quick thought of the sacrifices jolted him out of the bedding on the floor, shaking and afraid.

Thus, he sits at his desk, his eyes—somewhat—glued to the screen of his laptop, researching any and everything he could about the subject. Of course, looking up 'ritual sacrifices' does nothing but put him on a concerning list for the government to watch over.

All he could find was the term for the type of death the victims had experienced: a three-fold death. Strangled, head bashed-in, throat sliced open. It led to him finding a story of a two-thousand year-old body found in England, same death. With 'human sacrifice' in his search bar, he discovered druids.

But what confused him the most is the lack of understanding on what role the alpha pack plays in it. If they even tie into the sacrifices at all.

It's the same thing that had confused Paxton, especially after overhearing her mother's phone call.

"Stiles?" she yawned from the bed as she unravels from his sheets. Her arms stretch above her head while she turns around to the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand beside her.

Not wanting to concern her, he quickly closes his laptop before spinning around in his chair to face her. He pushes away the unease that came about from reading about ancient druids. "Good morning," he smiled softly, greeting her with his dimples and puffy, tired eyes.

"Good morning," she repeated back to him, smiling and nearly giggling at the simple greeting. She sits up, not fully aware of her surroundings as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She couldn't believe she had woken up in his bed, and with so much love filling her numbed heart. "What're you doing?"