4 Stars
Imagine if it offered him a life of excruciating pain, of heartbreak, of depression, of anxiety, of panic attacks, of fear. But imagine it said he could ...
Stiles’s answer is yes.
Every fucking time, yes.
Pain is a constant companion, but nothing's worse than the guilt that envelopes their lives. The unrelenting specter of the past that replays unforgivable events, over and over and over. There's no end, just an endless loop.
Change.
New places and people mean new chances. Good and bad. No place is untouched by evil and ill will, even the idyllic Beacon Hills. Everything's a give and take, as the Sheriff knows well.
And Stiles.
And the Hales.
Acceptance and forgiveness go hand in hand, or hand in paw. As Stiles navigates his limitations and previously unimagined dreams, he finds peace and love. For something as dark as this was, the humor and generosity of spirit displayed alleviated it. Peter and Stiles are per character, snarky and hysterical with Peter's skulking particularly amusing. But, I have to give kudos to Cora, for she has some great lines that lack that dark undertone. And this is a lovely reimagining of Derek, still damaged, but unbroken.
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