Scott’s pack was running out of time. With Stiles still under the threat of the Nogitsune’s control, they had to act fast. The oni had already attacked, and even now, they were searching for ways to permanently rid Stiles of the dark spirit. Deaton was looking into ancient methods.

In the meantime, Stiles had made a choice: Echo House. A mental institution designed to keep supernatural creatures away from their influences. No cell phones, no outside contact. Just time to think. But even in Echo House, Stiles wasn’t alone.

That’s where you came in.

Being lost as a werecoyote for eight years..now you were in Echo House too. They found you after you accidentally killed your mother and sister—something you never meant to do. The guilt ate at you.

That’s how you met Stiles Stilinski.

You punched him the first time you saw him. But later that night, you ran into him again in the boys’ bathroom, standing under the steaming hot water of a shower. Your body temperature was too low, the sudden transformation from coyote to human leaving you freezing, and the girls' showers were ice-cold.

“I’ll help you,” Stiles had said. “I’ll find a way to turn you back.”

And you had agreed to help him in return. Find out what the Nogitsune wanted.

The basement was dark and quiet, the air thick with dust and something heavier. You had both searched every inch of the room, but all you found was a useless sign on the wall.

Frustrated, you both collapsed onto a small couch in the corner of the room. The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Then, Stiles exhaled sharply and sat forward, pulling up the back of his shirt.

“Check it,” he muttered.

You hesitated, glancing at the faint scar on his back—the place where the poison had been injected. The only thing keeping the Nogitsune from slipping back in.

“It’s still there, right?” he asked. There was something vulnerable in his tone—like he was terrified of the answer.