There was no way to tell how many others were there or where they were. Stiles just hoped that help would arrive before any bullets decided they liked him a whole lot. “Would you get your bird to please get out of here!” Stiles looked over at the man who …
Who knew Oxford had a magic track? No, seriously, there was a track for people who knew about magic, about druidism and emissaries and all the related synonyms for whatever the hell he was. His research while in high school had turned into an obsession that he could make a …
It wasn’t like he didn’t see it coming. The hugs and casual touches from not only Scott but his father were significantly less, the phone calls to hang out when not in dire straits and in need of information had trickled down to almost nothing, the stopping of conversations when …
