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Part one:

The bullets sliced and seared through his flesh as it entered his chest; his body jolting with the force of each shot. He dropped to his knees, the pain reverberating deep into his bones. His eyes glow the bright red of the alpha; but in the moment he felt weaker than a beta. His breaths were deep and painful as he stared down his shooter; his dark hair jumbled and messy, matted with blood from a head wound he couldn't remember. His head dropped back as he let loose a howl that ripped through the night, waking the younger teen and sending shivers down his back.

Stiles woke from a dead sleep, his body tense with a fear he didn't understand. He searched frantically in the dark; his brown eyes darting from object to object, unable to make out shapes at first. The slender teen kicked his covers off hastily, flailing a bit as he feet became entangled in the blankets. Stiles panicked at the fleeting thought of being trapped, he felt as though his chest was tightening. His blood quickened and his breathing became rapid and shallow. He finally kicked free of his blankets and took a deep breath, pulling his knees up and sitting up to hook his arms loosely around them. His cheeks were hot and red, even in the darkness he could feel the heat rolling off of him in waves. Eventually he relaxed a little more and brushed his fingers through his ragged, short hair.

"What time is it?" he whispered to himself. The red numbers of the alarm clock on his night stand read 2:49am, the same time he woken the night before. He closed his eyes, shaking his head of the similarities. He turned, placing his feet on the floor and taking a deep breath before standing, and padding across the carpet to his desk. He took a seat in the chair and opened his computer, temporarily blinded by the bright light of the screen. He covered his eyes for a moment, blinking to adjust. He leaned in closer to see the keyboard and prepared to look for answers to questions he had not yet asked.