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𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝.After the she-wolf, possessed by the nogitsune's flies, slashed his throat, the room fell eerily quiet. It wasn't just the shock of Morgan's brutal attack on the boy; it was the sight of him regurgitating bandages similar to those that once wrapped the original evil creature.
Then, something unimaginable occurred. From the heap of bandages that Stiles had expelled, the real Stiles emerged, crawling up from beneath the floor. In the chaos of his return, no one noticed that the nogitsune had slipped away once more, this time taking Lydia with him.
Lydia found herself in the tunnels beneath the old Oak Creek Internment Camp, her memory of how she got there hazy. She recognized the figure that looked just like Stiles, but deep down, she knew it was the nogitsune who had captured her. As she groaned in frustration, the echoes of the screams from those who perished during the war haunted her, a painful reminder of her banshee abilities.
The teen girl was on the verge of despair, her head resting against the cold, grimy walls of the tunnel, when a soft whimper broke through her thoughts. Lydia quickly lifted her gaze for the first time since her abduction and spotted a small figure huddled at the far end of the passage.
There, curled up, was a little girl who appeared to be around a couple of years old. Her once-blonde hair was matted with dirt, giving it a darkened hue, and her tattered clothes did little to shield her from the chill. Lydia could see the girl trembling, and her heart ached at the sight.
"Hey," Lydia whispered softly as she pushed herself up. Although she was cautious, suspecting it might be one of void-Stiles' tricks, the moment the girl looked up, Lydia felt a rush of recognition and rushed toward her, eager to reach the familiar child.
"Nova? Oh my gosh, are you alright?" The redhead exclaimed, her voice laced with concern as she enveloped the little girl in a tight embrace. Despite the fact that Nova had undergone a significant transformation in the short time she had been missing, her unique features were unmistakable. It was clear that the nogitsune had played a role in bringing her to this place, and the realization sent a wave of panic through Lydia.
Nova could only let out a soft whimper in response, her eyes reflecting a mix of fear and recognition towards the older girl. The past couple of days had been nothing short of a nightmare for her. It felt as if she had aged years in just a matter of days, and the weight of that change was almost too much to bear. Stiles had mostly left her to her own devices in the dark, eerie tunnels, and whenever he did show up, he would only murmur the word "siren" before vanishing into the shadows, leaving her feeling more isolated and confused.
