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Stiles Stilinski fanfic He always had the Spark-flickering just beneath the surface, unnoticed by most, underestimated by all. But when the darkness came, it didn't destroy him. It changed him. Now there's something in him that wasn't there before. Something ancient. Something wild. Not quite light. Not quite shadow. And whatever it is... it's waking up. I do not own any of these characters