Stiles, enemies in name, lovers in blood. · Y/n story by @Ceo

The air in Scott McCall's living room was thick with the smell of cheap pizza and teenage frustration. It was late afternoon, the last of the sun cutting through the blinds in sharp, dusty lines.

Stiles Stilinski

throws his hands up So we just ignore the fact that the last three attacks were all within a mile of the old water treatment plant? That's not a pattern, that's a neon sign with an arrow!

Scott McCall

We're not ignoring it, Stiles. We're considering all the possibilities.

Lydia Martin

The lunar phase doesn't align with a typical Kanima's hunting cycle, if that's even what this is. The bite marks are all wrong.

Stiles spun away from the whiteboard covered in his chaotic scrawl, his gaze immediately landing on you, Y/n, where you leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen. His expression tightened.

Stiles Stilinski

Oh, great. The peanut gallery's here. Got any brilliant insights? Or are you just going to stand there and criticize mine?