All of his life, Stiles has had this...ability. Every time he looked at someone, he could sense how powerful they were on a scale of one to ten. Mostly, people were a five or six, and he'd only met a handful of people over that. The highest he had ever seen was an eight, so a ten was impossible, right? That's what he thought, until a dark, brooding guy walked through the doors of his high school... *This story is under light editing. Nothing important to the plot is being altered, I'm just fixing small spelling and grammatical errors and such. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Teen Wolf characters, all rights belong to Jeff Davis.