"You have two choices, alright? Either you gain my trust. Thomas's trust or you dwell on the fact that Stiles Stilinski is dead."
"Sti-"
"That's no longer who I am, Scott. You have your pack, mine is incomplete. We need to find Newt."
"Why?"
"Becau...
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Assassin.
This book is more of a prequel than a spin off. Is like The Fever Code more or less. It talks about Thomas/Stiles becoming the most infamous assassin and most dangerous man in all WICKED. How he became Janson AKA Rat Man teacher, how he met Newt, how his friendship with Mark went to hell.
How he killed many of The Right Arm. And what he did to make WICKED put him on the Maze. It would be fun to write.
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Old friend.
This is the sequel. I can't say a lot because it would ruin the end. But it's about Scott and Thomas. And many, many challenges.
Now, I'll give you a dialogue from both books.
Assassin:
"Hello again, Newt." Thomas asked, sitting down on the chair. Looking at the dirty blonde guy that was on the other side of the table.
"Hello, Tommy." The dirty blonde Newt grinned, using the nickname he gave Thomas.
Thomas smiled. Looked at the file he had and gave a paper to Newt. It was his progress. "You'd done good in the tests." He smiled.
Newt's grin faded a bit. And his voice became a little forced. "Well look at that, a werewolf being useful." He flashed his golden eyes.
Thomas's smile faded as well. Newt reminded him so much about his ex-best friend Scott McCall. In fact, they were cousins.
"You are not a werewolf, Newt. You're a normal person."
Newt's grin disappeared completly and his voice became hoarse. "I wish."
Old friend:
Thomas couldn't believe it. Three meters away, his friend was tied up.
Scott was screaming to be let go. Repeating the same sentance. WICKED is good.
Thomas sighed and entered the room where Scott was handcuffed. And at the sight of him, Scott growled.
"Stiles."
Thomas gave him a smile. "Scott."
He sat down while Scott kept growling at him. "You look fine." He commented.
Scott eyed him and scoffed. "You look horrible. Your right eye is gone as well as your right hand."
Thomas looked at his metal hand. And cleared his throat. The smile he had was gone and his eye was dead serious.
"We need to talk."
There you go! Comment what because I can't update without knowing. Nice day to y'all.
