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"So then why are we letting Scott and Derek search for it if you know it's useless?" Peter looked down at Stiles and cocked his head with a grin. "Because I think seeing my nephew and your best friend run around like headless chickens while I think up a plan is hysterical." "And the plan is...?" ---- Trusting Peter Hale is something that Stiles had repeatedly told himself to never do. He had seen first hand the results of Peter's plans and schemes, but when a shadow began tormenting Beacon Hills, he found that sometimes he'd have to to play along with Peter's games. {cross-post from ao3}