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It was suppose to be a secret. A secret that no one was suppose to find out.

Stiles tilted his head back and held his sight just below the rounded edge of the window ceil. The plaster smooth to the naked eye, paint fresh to touch. The sticky substance that coated the walls dripped in rivers that had the strange human shuddered in fright.

The echo of howls stained the night in worry. Still air, soft to touch, reached him in silent shivers. Their howls reached him, but didn't. Their touch only skimming over his goosebump coated skin. Their worry, their call only made him shiver. They weren't suppose to be here. Stiles' lifted his head to stare into the signal lightbulb. Blinking, he stood upright with his feet pointing towards the door. He couldn't let their howls reach him. They can't know. No, they can't. It would be his down fall, he would be damned if they found out.

Stiles waited for the door to opened. Once opened, he stared dead into his captures' eyes. The staring was dropped when his capture was falling to the floor dead. He stepped over the body and started to find his way out of the small cottage. He stood just out of the main hall.

Trees stared at him in silence. Night life no where in sight. Howls stilled echo in the night. Shouts of man now reached him. Gun shots ring. Flashes of light, screams, voices echoed; but he didn't hear any form of sound. He felt his tongue run over his teeth as a set of claws grew. Bone like horns curled on top of his head. Stiles tilted his head as his eyes turned to a white-hazel that glowed. He stared into the night, slowly looking for the master mind behind this charade.

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