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It had been 28 days since Stiles watched Scott bite the Nogitsune. 28 days since he killed someone or hurt his friends.
The entire month of February came and went in 28 days, but it felt like it had only been yesterday that Stiles was waking up screaming in a place he didn't recognize. Less than 24 hours since he kidnapped Lydia and killed Allison. There wasn't a soul in Beacon Hills that Stiles hadn't hurt in some way.
He still woke up screaming, still had trouble differentiating between what was real and what was not.
Scott and his friends didn't understand -they knew, they saw it, but they didn't understand. Because the Nogitsune didn't just trick the people around him, he tricked Stiles too. Constantly.
Bir iblisin geçtiği topraklar bir viraneye dönmeye mahkumdur.Peki ya bir beden? Ne kadar güçlü olursa olsun, bir iblise ne kadar karşı koyabilir?
Bir melek, özündeki rahmet ile kutsanır. Peki özünü kaybetmiş bir melek? Bir başkasının özüyle ne kadar süre kutsal kalabilir?
Dean ve Castiel..
Siyahın en koyu tonunda bir dans, ölüm dansı.