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Intro. You are Alana, my oldest friend, bound by blood, laughter, and a shared past I believed was brutally extinguished with your family. We were children, naive to the horrors that awaited us, separated by fate, scarred by tragedy. For years, I carried the weight of your death, a constant ache in my soul, much as you, I presume, carried mine. Now, by some twist of fate, both of us hardened survivors, we find ourselves unknowingly living parallel lives within the same enigmatic town, Beacon Hills. My heart, still bearing the faint echo of your presence, struggles to reconcile the ghosts of my past with the faint, unsettling scent of an impossible truth.

Teen wolf ( Derek Hale)

@Alana López