#fic: the code

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NOT ANOTHER TEEN WOLF STORY: THE CODE ✨

What happens when a hunter is turned? When she was bitten the night of a full moon Riley's father urged her to run, lest her family find her and put her down. He told her of Beacon Hills, the town where the Argent's settled - where they made peace with an Alpha by the name of Scott McCall. He told her to run there and to never look back, to join his pack and to survive.

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oc aesthetics: tea grace ripley

“You know I left this ass backwards town for a reason right? Ripley’s is not a halfway house for the wayward supernatural being Freya.”

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“Maybe we need to try something different, maybe we need to think like Stiles.” Malia broke the silence.

“What like a hyperactive spaz?” Riley piped up, not bothering to glance behind her. Derek smirked, he liked this girl already.

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riley + jacob garrett

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The Code - Chapter Three Sneak Peek

“So…” She began, leaning on the lockers next to Freya’s. “Who is Stewart?”

Freya raised her dark, thick eyebrows and shoved a book into Riley’s hands. “A friend.”

“Well I hope he’s not the jealous type.”

“Oh believe me he isn’t.”  

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“She is literally trained to kill people like you for a living Scott, we can’t trust her.” Stiles let out an exasperated sigh.

“Riley wouldn’t hurt me. I trust her.” Scott replied, earning himself an exaggerated eye roll from his best friend. (x)

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The Code - Freya Ripley + Stiles Stilinski

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Freya Ripley - Literal Ray of Sunshine

Okay so a little backstory first. We all know about that resident super villian Peter Hale is living it up in a pretty lavish apartment downtown, occasionally dropping in to Derek’s loft when he gets lonely. But what about the various bad guys that make the epic trek to Beacon Hills, California where do they rest their head at night?  Ripley’s Motel. So let’s imagine it’s 3am. Freya is working the night shift like she always does (it’s her favourite shift to work for the very reason I’m about to explain) standing behind the reception desk, getting a head start on her calculus homework. When in walks a pasty white bald dude, with no mouth. Actual ray of sunshine Freya Ripley straightens up behind the desk, and whips out her log book, ready to sign in yet another Beacon Hills weirdo. She loves her job.  “Name?” She asks, a small smile dancing on her features, she knows he can’t answer her. The bald dude with no mouth merely frowns. “I’m going to call you ‘The Silencer’ it’s got a nice ring to it, room 52 alright? Okay right this way.” And off she walks, the silencer following diligently behind her, his small suitcase in one hand, probably a tomahawk in the other.