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When Stiles wished his life were like a movie, he meant rom-com, not crime drama.

He was even in the woods, the perfect place to be murdered.

Roscoe had stalled. While Stiles checked under the hood, something in the darkness growled. Stiles had run.

What could he say, he was weak. And soon, dead. Rest in peace Stiles, he was thinking, then Derek appeared.

“Asshole! Was that you growling?”

“Growling?” Instantly on alert, Derek looked around. “I saw your Jeep on the road.”