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Luna sat in her dorm room doing her mathematics homework. She was bored of doing her assignments but she had no one really to hang out with.  Her friends were busy with work or other classes. Derek was still out of town. The two hadn't seen each other in over a month but she was still able to text him. She really missed her fiance.

She blinked when someone knocked on her door. "I'm coming," she said as she got up from her seat.

"Don't slouch Charlee. It's horrible for your posture."

Charlee straightened up immediately at her mother's stern, quiet reprimand. She doesn't mean to slouch. She just doesn't like standing up straight because she's so tall. She's taller than most girls, near eye to eye with a lot of men. Beanpoll, the kids in her grade school used to call her.

"I swear. Lord knows I try. I try so hard to turn you into a lady. A girl your age with your complexion should have suitors lined around the block. But you just fight me tooth and nail. For heaven's sake stop slouching!" The older Lewis woman hissed.

"Sorry mamma." Charlee apologized, straightening again. She knew it wasn't her mother's fault. Charlee was the one who couldn't listen. And Vivian always got angry when they had to go to the bank to draw from their already meager savings. The Depression had hit their family hard.

"Alright everyone, this is a robbery!" 

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Entering the near quiet flat, the blue eyed beta looked around for his nephew. It didn't take long to find him slumped on the couch asleep. A slow smirk spread across his face as he sauntered over, never passing up the chance at pestering the younger beta. Leaning down, he let his claws come out, trailing them over Derek's cheek.

Five months. Stiles has been in the Beacon Hills asylum for five months, where he has gone through at least thirteen different types of medication, including his adhd medication, and he has had to spent most of his time in a straight jacket. They always told him he had to wear it because he would harm himself, when in fact he wouldn't. It wouldn't be him harming himself, it would be something else inside of him. He didn't know what it was, but it would come out occasionally, and that was why he was here.

Stiles got up, having his morning medications, then head down to his doctors office, escorted by the orderlies working there. This was his daily routine. He would get up, get drugged, head to the doctor, tell him that he's fine and then go back to sit in his room and play games or something. Nothing ever changed, nothing special happened, and only occasionally did he get to take off the straight jacket. 

Today was different though, instead of going to his doctor he went a new direction. It was a large room, with a bed in the center, there were a bunch of wires and machines around it. Stiles looked around confused at all of the doctors standing around, and then he looked up to the seating are where there sat one tall, muscular man just staring down at him. This made him worry as they laid him down on the bed.