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[ Stiles might say that it's three to Derek's two, because like hell is letting his - he meant, the Alpha go back alone. ]

Oh, well, that's just peachy keen, isn't it?

[ Stiles shifts, resting his knees on the ground. He's the picture of strain, straining to hear or smell something related to the Argents. ]

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