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I glance at Stiles hand from the back seat. The steering wheel was held tightly in his grip, to the point of his knuckles turning white, his entire demeanor screaming anxiety. My eyes curiously wander towards Scott in the passenger seat, turning the Dread Doctors book over in his hands. His brown eyes were set on the cover of the book, seemingly unaware of the panic radiating from the person right next to him. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, or on someone else, as he kept glancing back at Kira through the rearview mirror. The kitsune, in question, was in troubled thoughts of her own as she stared at the passing trees through the window. I gulped, trying to brush off the tense atmosphere in the jeep as normal nerves. But I knew it was much more.