Stiles is done. He's done with Scott's crap. He's done with Isaac stealing Scott. He's done with being useless. He's done with being a nuisance to his father. He's done being an annoying burden to the pack (but mostly to Derek). He's done with living. Or so he thinks. By the way! New cover art! I'm so excited and I'm...
"Scott... I, I- I have cancer." I say, shutting my eyes, waiting nervously for his reaction. "What?" He asks, in disbelief. "Yeah, I have-" "Don't say it again, Stiles!" He snaps, cutting me off. New Stiles story!! Sorry if I offend anyone who's gone through anything like this with my lack of medical knowledge, I have...