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Winelady The Sheriff exhales. "I need you to go. The pack, too. Stiles has a chance at a normal life now, and I need you to give him that."
Derek feels like the floor has disappeared beneath him. "No," he says instinctively, shaking his head. "No, I can help-"
"Derek." The Sheriff’s voice is firm, but there’s an unmistakable sadness in it. "For
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