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The sheriff stared at the package that lay outside his house, he even double checked it, cause no one ever used that name anymore, since his son changed his son on his ID.
Mieczysław Stilinski.
There was no return address which got the sheriff concerned as he kept glancing, hoping to see who put it there, but the street was empty.
The sheriff scanned with items he had from the department the package in case someone is targeting his son and sent something that could kill them both.
Noah sighed in relief, at least it was not a ticking time bomb.
The sheriff collects the package and puts it inside the house, it will wait until his son will come back home.
Noah sighed in relief when his son came home, placing his FBI bags near the door, Stiles looked dead to his feet.
“Get some sleep, Stiles.”
Stiles nodded, before walking toward his room, he noticed a package with his name on it, the name his mother named him.
“Sleep first, son.”
Later, Stiles opened it to reveal. A token and letter.
“Mieczysław, love, meet me at the Nemeton, I’m alive, Derek.”