Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski, The Druid’s Son

Date: 2025-05-22 04:26 am (UTC)
simplyn2deep: (Teen Wolf::Sterek::BW)
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They called him a spark in the dark, but Stiles knew better. Power wasn’t light, it was bone-deep, ancient, merciless.

In the woods beyond Beacon Hills, the veil thinned. The old gods whispered through dying leaves, calling him not by name, but by purpose.

“You were meant for war,” a voice murmured. “Not the sheriff’s badge.”

Stiles traced the runes burned into his wrist, gifts from a forgotten rite, remnants of a battle Derek didn’t remember.

“I didn’t choose this.”

“No,” the voice agreed. “But you’re still chosen.”

And as mist coiled around his feet, Stiles walked toward the waiting sword.

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