𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

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As she did so, the sheriff spoke quietly to Scott and me. "Any idea what made her shift?"

"She's under a lot of pressure," Scott answered. "School, her life after graduation."

"Our dad being a psychopath," I tacked on. "Her mum trying to kill her."

"That shouldn't make her shift," Scott pointed out as he turned to me. "Could it be connected to Stiles?"

"That's what I was thinking," I nodded. "But we're not going to know until we figure out what 'Stiles' is."

"It's a 'he'," the Sheriff said from across from us. Scott and I both turned to him, surprised, to say the least.

"Sorry, what?"

"Stiles," The Sheriff confirmed. "It's a family nickname. I never used it but, uh, my father did."

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When the Sheriff had offered to show us who Stiles was, we found Lydia and headed straight over to his house.

So now the three of us were sitting with the Sheriff and his wife, Claudia, in their lounge room. Part of me felt nervous knowing that we were finally going to get the answer to our question.

But what if it wasn't what we were expecting? And what if it had nothing to do with the person who was missing? Either way, we were about to find out.

Claudia had returned from retrieving a metal box from somewhere in their house, handing it to the Sheriff. He thanked his wife as he opened the box, sighing as he began to explain who Stiles was.
"He was an Army engineer. Ended the war one bridge at a time."

Scott accepted the photograph from the Sheriff, looking down at it. I leaned over his shoulder so that I could see it also.

The Sheriff's father was young in the photo - somewhere in his twenties for sure. The photograph had the word 'Stiles' written down at the bottom.

"And he went by 'Stiles'," Scott said, reading the name on the photo also.

The Sheriff nodded, shrugging somewhat. "So, what's this got to do with the Wild Hunt?"

Scott, Lydia and I all shared a quick glance, making sure that we all agreed that it was important to tell the Sheriff. Sitting up a bit straighter, I began to explain. "We think that somebody was taken from us."

"Any idea who?"

Scott shook his head, "Uh, the Ghost Riders would have erased our memories."

"Well, now, that's convenient," the Sheriff sighed.

"Yeah, no kidding," I mumbled.

Lydia spoke from beside me, "We found a clue. The word 'Stiles.'"

Claudia bobbed her head slowly, seeming to not be entirely convinced. "And that's why you wanna talk to Elias?"

"Yeah, maybe he can help us figure it out," Scott told the couple. "Maybe he knows who we're lookin' for."

The Sheriff looked across the three of us, still looking confused. I wasn't sure whether he believed us or not, but he hadn't kicked us out of his house yet, so that was a start.
"Now this is someone your age?" The Sheriff asked.

"Yeah. I think. . . I think he was me and Scott's friend," I was quick to confirm.

"Our best friend," Scott nodded.

The Sheriff stood up with a sigh, reaching to take the photograph back from Scott. "I can guarantee you, my father can't help you."

"Couldn't we try?" the Alpha inquired.