What kind of, uh... murder, exactly?

That with the door closed, shades drawn, we're dead enough They don't open from outside And someone has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue To never let that right be denied

But I let my heart go, It’s somewhere down at the bottom..

My work for Teen Wolf Reverse Bang

That’s what my promt said “AU where every shaman/some other magical creature (whatever you come up with) is given a spirit animal/keeper/protector/guardian angel/some sort of magical mate (again here, feel free to use your fantasy and create a name for such creatures) since the very beginning of their life. Ever since his birth Stiles neither liked nor understood the gloomy partner he’s been given by fate but after Derek almost dies once protecting his master… changes are coming…”