𝟏𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬
Riley Winters and Stiles Stilinski had been living happily ever since they departed Beacon Hills to create a life together. Everything is going amazing for them until they...
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Stiles felt his blood run cold as he ran towards his wife. Riley had fallen heavily, Aayla along with her. The young girl was screaming and crying beside her mother, grabbing her hand to try and get her to wake up.
The man felt a strange sense of Deja vu as he watched his daughter. It almost reminded him of when he was a child and had seen his own mother suffering.
When he reached her, Stiles dropped beside her, calling others for help. Malia rushed over and picked Aayla up, moving her away so that she didn't have to watch what was happening. The girl was only four; she didn't need to see this.
Stiles picked his wife up to rest her head in his lap, fingers trembling as they searched for a pulse. There was blood trickling from her mouth and the wound on her stomach wasn't getting any better. "Riley?" he pleaded, begging for her to wake up. "Riley?"
Stiles looked up from the woman, to see that they were suddenly in the middle of the school lacrosse field. Everyone looked around, confused as they tried to adjust to their latest surroundings. A lot of them also had yet to realise what was happening not too far from them.
Kira, who the Nogitsune hadn't taken, rushed over. She had been looking for them all everywhere but had had no luck. The kitsune could only assume that he had ensured she couldn't find them out of fear of her power.
"Stiles, what happened?" she exclaimed.
"She's dying," he said, not really wanting to take the time to explain the situation.
The rest of the pack was starting to migrate over at this point, realising that all was not well. This wasn't over just yet.
"Someone call an ambulance!" Stiles screamed, tears in his eyes.
He didn't know what to do; he couldn't heal her. He couldn't even take her pain. All Stiles knew was that he couldn't lose her.
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It had been a few days since they had defeated the Nogitsune. Stiles hadn't been the same since. He felt like every day had been a challenge - Aayla was the only reason he left his bed.
The funeral had been a sombre event, no one really knowing what to say. It felt fake, everyone standing around in black with umbrellas out to keep the rain away. They were all there and it was happening but it didn't feel real.
Stiles stood by the grave holding his daughter's hand. Death wasn't something that he or Riley had spoken to her about just yet, not really expecting her to have to experience it so early on. So, he wasn't sure how to go about it; or how Riley would want him to tell her.
Once the casket had been lowered, the majority of those in attendance met at Derek's house for the wake. They all stood around a wreath of flowers in the living room; Stiles was honestly surprised by the number of people who made an appearance.
