The sheriff looked down at the bodies, they were was three of them on laid out on the floor their arms stretched out their fingertips were each other. The kills wasn't clean and there is a frozen look of terror on their faces as blood pooled around their heads "They were found the waitress who was taking out the rubbish." Parrish said as he looked up at the Sheriff "It appears these men were harassing said waitress about 6 hours ago." John looked at Parrish before back at the bodies "She said there was this nice blonde man who step in and sent the packing, they said he has a strange accent."

Meanwhile…

Stiles was just leaving the shops his arms filled with shopping and he was on his way to his jeep when he notices there was a man standing by his jeep as he if he was looking at it. Stiles tilted his head and looked around the parking lot seeing a couple of other cars and two people making out against a van as he walked up to the man. "Can I help you?" He asked as the blonde shifted back and stood still as he looked back at the boy.

He stood still not like someone made of stone just as someone on standing to attention or rather a relaxed for of standing to attention. The blonde smiled as he looked at the slender frame of the teen picking up his scent along the air and it made him smiled inside and out "Sorry I was just eyeing this jeep. It's a 1976 CJ5 yes?" Stiles picked up the accent even when the man was trying to hide it.

"Yeah, she a bit battered and but the old girl still is going." Stiles told him and he patted the jeep. He didn't like him something was strange about the way he was staring at Stiles it like how werewolves stare at people when they see something you don't "Is there something else I can help you with?" He asked as he looked at the man's face

"I guess there is? I am looking for a man I worked with him and I need to find him. I think he just moved here? His name is William Graham." He said with a smiled, then there was a flicker at the man's eyes and Stiles put his hands into his packet as if he was getting his keys out but really he was trying to press redial for Derek's number

"William Graham I can't say the name rings any bells unless you mean the man that in the newspaper but no. We get so many people pass though this town or move in I think your best bet is to as the local Sheriff's department. They have to know who comes into town. If your friend moved here they would know." Stiles lied and he hope with years of being around werewolves would have thought him how to lie better.

Again the man just looked at him and for a moment Stiles thought he was going to wolf out on him or something. But the man just smiled his lip curling up to one side before he held out his hand "Thank you young man you have been very helpful." He told him, Stiles smiled back and took the man's hand and shook it feeling the tight grip on his hand before the stranger let him go.

"You're welcome Mr…?"

"John Doe." Stiles looked at him and watched him leave before he got into his Jeep

"John Doe really…really!" Stiles yelled at himself before he drove out of there so he could make a phone call without beings with super hearing listening in.

"Dad I tell you this man wasn't human and he was looking for Will!" Stiles told him once he got home. The Sheriff looked at his son and frowned "I think it's that Cannibal guy his accent was there even tho he tried to hide it behind that bad version of British one. It gave me shivers and not the good kind. The only British accent that ever gave me shivers was Loki from the Avengers and Thor movies and those was good ones!" He ranted out

"Stiles shut up and clam down. I called the hospital where Lecter is locked up and he is still in his cell. I will keep an eye out for anyone matching the description of the man you saw. Will is safe here. He has a new name and very one in town knows him by his new name." The Sheriff tried to reassure his son as the teen frowned at him

"William Blake isn't a safe name!" Stiles sighed as he dropped onto the sofa and looked up at his dad. John sighed as he knelt in front of him and looked up at the boy's face

"I will find out what I can about this 'John Doe." He whispered as he ruffled the boy's hair before he stood up "Now let's get some dinner."

Hannibal sat the desk looking at the photos he took of Stiles, he had thought he was following Will scent but when he saw this slender teen with the whisky eyes walk out of the supermarket and he caught his scent and he knew there was something special about the boy. He dragged the image of the boy on the screen against the image of his mate and lean back and looked at them and chuckled as he leaned in. A part from the eyes and the curly hair Stiles could be Will's son "Oh my dear William you do have secrets don't you." He purred as he touched the screen.

He need to find out more about the boy and how special he is to Will…he kept him a secret for 17 years…he told himself as he closed the lid of his laptop, well someone's laptop. Pushing himself away from the desk he walked over to the bed and laid down and closed his eyes thinking about Will and Stiles and what he wants to do to both of them as smirk cross his lips.