Who am I?
I want to scream that I am Stiles. Scrawny guy with great comebacks and
even better hair. I am Stiles. Whose mom gave him a mortifying first name
because my dad loved her too much to say no. Stiles. With friends that mean
more than the world to me.
Like who? Scott?
He's back.
That voice in my head that is not me.
I know what he is now.
Nogistune.
I'm not whole. I guess I haven't been in a long, long time. But I never dreamed
that this would happen. I mean, a lot of crazy, insane crap happens to me. But
an evil fox spirit? That's a little much.
I - we - only even know this because Scott happened to befriend the new girl.
Kira. Turns out she wasn't normal either.
I don't know if I hate this town or love it.
But, yeah. Kira. She and her mom have helped us understand what's happening
to me. Not that it's thrilling news. I wish I had known before I checked into
a rehab facility, thinking it would help. You know, I'd prefer the mental breakdown.
Weak.
No. I'm better now. My thoughts are clearer. We're so close to a breakthrough.
We have to be. Now if this voice would shut the hell up.
I can make you strong.
My pack makes me strong.
A pack of wild teenagers. You could be so much more, Stiles. Just let me take
control. Let me show you what true power is.
Hell freaking no.
