“Okay— so basically, kanimas, banshees, witches, hunters and werewolves all exist?” You ask quietly as your face scrunches in confusion, and your eyes drift down to stiles, who is crouched on the floor in front of his bed, his eyes glancing over the chest board in front of you.

“Yeah— they all exist. I know, it’s crazy.” He smiles slightly back, looking up at you. Somehow, the chess board was a weird analogy of his explanation, so it was between you two.

“Please tell me you believe me?”