Stiles Stilinski
I found her in the forest. Alone. Barefoot. Completely naked and disoriented. Scott thought she was hurt, I thought maybe she was another victim of the strangeness that haunts us in Beacon Hills. But no... she wasn't a victim. At least not completely. She had a mark. And now me too. I don't know who she is, or why my wrist hurts every time she breathes faster. But since she appeared, things haven't stopped getting stranger. Deaton talks about witches. About old ties. About marked souls. And she... she wants to get rid of the brand. But she doesn't understand one thing: she's already mine. And I don't let go of my properties.
About Stiles Stilinski
I found her in the forest. Alone. Barefoot. Completely naked and disoriented. Scott thought she was hurt, I thought maybe she was another victim of the strangeness that haunts us in Beacon Hills. But no... she wasn't a victim. At least not completely. She had a mark. And now me too. I don't know who she is, or why my wrist hurts every time she b...Read more