A secret no one knows

Dad's power

Stiles sits at his desk in his dimly lit room, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. He's engrossed in his research, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he types furiously. The only sound in the room is the soft hum of his computer.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the back door, pulling Stiles out of his intense focus. He frowns, glancing at the clock. Who could be knocking at this hour?

Stiles rises from his chair, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he makes his way to the back door. He peeks through the curtains, his heart pounding slightly in anticipation. He sees a shadowy figure standing on the porch, barely visible in the darkness.

Stiles hesitates for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Should he open it? After all the supernatural encounters he's had, he's learned to be cautious. Stiles, puzzled by Coach Finstock's unexpected appearance, cautiously opens the back door. His confusion deepens when he sees Coach pointing to the side of the door, where Willow is sitting. She's rocking back and forth, her tattoos prominently displayed, and her eyes flashing with an intensity that sends a shiver down Stiles' spine.

Coach Finstock: (gesturing towards Willow) I thought it'd be better to bring her back here than by the front door. Found her in broad daylight, acting like this.

Stiles' eyes widen in alarm as he takes in Willow's erratic behavior. He knows there's something seriously wrong, especially considering her connection to the supernatural.

Stiles: (urgently) What happened to her, Coach? Did something attack her?

Coach Finstock shakes his head, his expression grim.

Coach Finstock: I don't know, Stilinski. But whatever it is, it's got her like this.

Stiles nods, his mind racing with possibilities. He knows he needs to act fast to help Willow, but he also understands the danger of bringing her into his home, especially in her current state.

Stiles: (determined) Alright, Coach. thanks for bringing her, I'll get her inside. bye, coach.

coach: bye

Stiles gets Willow inside, her erratic behavior escalating as she scratches at her arms and pulls at her hair. Concern etches deep lines on Stiles' face as he tries to make sense of the situation. He reaches for his phone, intending to text Alec for help, but before he can, a sudden wave of agony crashes over him.

Stiles collapses to the ground, his muscles seizing as his tattoos begin to emerge, glowing with an unnatural light. Panic grips him as he realizes that whatever is affecting Willow has now spread to him.

With trembling fingers, Stiles manages to send a desperate "SOS" text to Alec before the pain becomes too overwhelming. He grits his teeth against the sensation, feeling like his skin is on fire as he struggles to maintain control.

Willow's cries fill the room, blending with Stiles' own as they both battle against whatever dark force has seized them.

Alec bursts into Stiles' home, his heart pounding with worry as he takes in the scene before him. Willow's distressed cries echo through the air, mingling with Stiles' pained groans. Alec rushes to their side, his mind racing with confusion and fear.

Alec: (urgently) Stiles, Willow, what's happening? What's going on?

But before either of them can respond, Alec reaches out to comfort Stiles, only to be struck by what feels like a surge of electricity. He recoils in shock, his muscles tensing as the unexpected jolt courses through his body.

Alec: (gritting his teeth) What the hell?

Alec: (panicked) I don't understand... What is this?

He glances between Stiles and Willow, desperation mounting as he struggles to come up with a plan. Time is running out, and Alec knows that he needs to act fast if he has any hope of saving them.