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Then he saw the whiskey bottle in his right hand.

And before he could understand what was happening, his arm moved on its own, driven by a blind rage that didn’t belong to the John he was now.

The bottle flew.

It shattered against the wall with a violent crash.

Glass exploded just inches from a boy cornered in the room.

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“I want a shower… I feel so dirty.” Stiles’s warm breath on his neck made Peter shiver.

“The Riders use electromagnetism. This whole place runs on frequencies. If we can tune the radio… to your Jeep’s frequency, we can use it as a beacon.”

“Assuming the pack is listening to the Jeep, we still need electricity to send the signal through the void, zombie wolf. And in case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t exactly any outlets here.”

Peter glanced at him, his blue eyes shining with a mix of twisted fascination.

“I don’t need electricity,” he said, staring right at Stiles. “I’ve got you.”

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There were dozens of bodies, all caught in what looked like a collective trance, waiting in silence in a gray train station that shouldn’t even exist. Stiles jumped to his feet, panic squeezing his chest as the board overhead stopped with a sharp, final click; now Beacon had moved up to spot number three.

The soft rustle of newspaper pages distracted him from fully panicking. Looking for the source of the sound, he began walking down the narrow aisle that ran between the rows of benches.

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Sleep overtook him without warning, plunging him into a peaceful darkness. It didn’t last long.

The violent clattering of a split-flap board forced him to open his eyes with a start. The noise was deafening. Stiles looked up, disoriented, watching as the plastic letters spun at full speed across the analog panel, stopping with a sharp click that signaled a countdown—but he had no idea what for.

Nowhere appeared at the top, above: Ashford, Holloway, Wayward. “BEACON??? What...? Where am I?”

He didn’t have time to see anything else but the board; he fell to his knees, feeling like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. Pain took over his whole body, and he had no idea how much time passed after that; Derek’s animal growl cut through the pain for a moment, followed by voices shouting at him from far away.

He woke up; he could feel the dampness of his clothes, the hard floor of his room, the slight sting of Erica’s claws as she held him in her arms.

“Stiles! Oh God, you’re okay. For a moment I thought…” Lydia’s voice shook. “Erica? Derek? What’s going on?” His red-haired goddess lost all her strength when she saw him awake, after bursting into his room like a force of nature. Her hair was a mess, and her pajamas and slippers showed she’d run out in the middle of the night.

Erica couldn’t give an answer. One moment she’d been on the couch with a midnight snack, then she felt a wave of unease, and Derek came running down the stairs, pulling on an old T-shirt. She followed him; her instinct told her this was about her human.

“When we got there, he was thrashing on the floor. He seemed in a trance; we tried to wake him up and take away the pain, because the smell was strong all the way from the stairs,” Derek said, thinking about what he’d felt through the pack bond.

“I fell asleep and then I was looking at a board with city names as destinations. Then this pain hit me and knocked me to my knees. After that, I don’t remember anything until I woke up facing sourwolf’s fangs and Catwoman’s claws,” Stiles explained.

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“Erica, Boyd, and Isaac are on their way. Jackson hasn’t answered, but Ally is nearby and will call her da—What the hell?” His eyes went wide, his heart racing as he saw what looked like a ghost dressed in a really weird way. Not that he actually knew how ghosts were supposed to dress.

Derek could sense the changes in the human, but before he could do anything, Stiles lunged at him, yanking the steering wheel like he’d lost his mind.

“What is wrong with you?! You almost made me crash into that tree. Do you have a death wish?” Derek growled at him while checking the car. He looked around everywhere but didn’t see or hear anything.

“You didn’t see it! It was right in front of us!” With the look Derek gave him, Stiles really felt like he was losing his mind.