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Title: Knots Are Knot for Everyone

Pairing: Stiam (Stiles Stilinski + Liam Dunbar)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 8,134

Warnings: Brief Mention of Non-Consensual Body Modification Mentions of Pase Rape/Non-Con

Summary:

Tis beauty I have nare seen before but to admire it is no chore. I see both the inside and the out. For him I’m on my knees. To him I’m most devout. ~ Duke Gajos

Created For: @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Biting/Claiming

Liam fidgets in his seat in front of Satomi's desk as he glances at the envelope she's examining. He's pretty sure he already knows what it says but he's learned to be patient and it's not like Satomi won't tell him what it says.

He startles when she clears her throat softly but firmly. "Are you sure about this Liam?"

"Yes, Alpha. I'm sure." He smiles. "I know I'm just a beta and he probably deserves much better but I–"

"I think that's for him to decide and you're not just anything. You are a beta in both classification and a beta in my pack, but you are first and foremost Liam." Her voice is firm but not unkind. "Now if you are sure then I will see that you have what you need to travel as well as help you with your suit."

Liam wets his lips nervously and nods. "I'm sure."

Satomi smiles and holds out the letter so Liam can read it. "Read through it while I go retrieve what you'll need."

"Yes, Alpha." He takes the letter and sinks back into his chair as he begins to read.

Beta Dunbar,

I have received your suit and find myself intrigued. I've seen your status, pack information and would appreciate it if you could travel to the city for the upcoming season. I make no promises, but your suit has been accepted into the next round.

Please be at the city by no later than October the 13th.

Cordially,

His Grace

Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos Duke of Edinburgh

Lord of Amhearst Manor of the Edinburg Estate

Liam swoons and traces each letter with his fingertips. "I intrigue him," he whispers.

Once again, he is startled when Satomi clears her throat. "All right Liam. Your bag is packed. Here is your pack symbol and your suit is in a small pocket inside the bag. Be safe and remember to be yourself. Do not try to be something you're not for you know he'll see through falsehoods."

"Yes, Alpha," the beta says as he stands and sets the letter back on her desk.

"Take it with you," she instructs. "Let it remind you that he did choose you."

Liam blushes and folds the letter up, sticking it back into the envelope. Then he walks over and takes his bag, slipping the envelope inside. "I will make you proud, Alpha Ito."

She scents him and ruffles his hair. "I already am proud, but I know you will do well. What must we also remember?"

"Three things are not long hidden. The sun. The moon. The truth."

"Good. Off with you. You don't want to be late."

Liam hurries out the door and takes a deep breath before attaching the bag to the back of his horse. He's glad he convinced Brett to help him ride better because otherwise he'd never get to the city in time. With a click of his tongue and a gentle tap of his feet the horse starts down the path.

All the while his thoughts are filled with nothing but him. The spark known round the world but also him, the boy who runs with wolves. He smiles when he thinks about everything he's read about the spark as his horse begins to gallop.

The sun is shining, the sky is clear and he's on his way to prove his worth as a mate.

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Deucalion Blackwood is a stoic man and also a vindictive one. He watches his beta as he lounges sideways in the armchair. "So, you know what I'm asking of you?" he asks.

Theo tilts his head and nods. "Yep," he says popping the p.

"Then tell me."

"I'm not some stupid beta or omega who can't remember things. I'm an alpha."

Deucalion glares him into submission with a rumble in his chest. "We have one shot at this, and I won't have you ruining it. We need that spark and since the other one slipped through my fingers, I refuse to allow this one to get away as well."

Theo huffs. "Then why don't you go if you want him that badly?"

"Because he's not stupid. He knows who I am and well we already have you in place to say which pack you're from without lying don't we? Tell me Theo, who's your alpha?"

"I'm my own alpha," he sneers.

Deucalion gives a full belly laugh with a sinister smirk. "Excellent. There was no skip in your heartbeat. See it's the truth because you believe it. Now get going. I'm sure there will be others there as well who are hoping to be the lucky one to get the spark. So do what you must. Just no killing."

Theo smirks and stands up. "Of course, Alpha," he purrs as he grabs his bag. "Is Shadow ready for me?"

"You're taking Nightmare instead."

"Fine. Whatever." Theo rolls his eyes and pushes past his alpha freezing when claws grasp at his neck. "Yes, Alpha Blackwood."

Deuc smiles, tightening his hold for just a moment before releasing the beta. "Good boy. Shoo!"

Theo holds in a growl of annoyance as he leaves the manor and secures his bag to the ink black horse. He mounts Nightmare and heads off down the road. He snorts. "Nightmare. How fitting."

The alpha allows his mind to wander. He's seen the spark and the man is beautiful as fuck. He's also wickedly clever and very pretty. Theo smirks. "Such a pretty omega is he. Oh, the things I'll do when he's mine."

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The Duke paces in his study, his mind racing with chaos. What if they don't come? What if they come and he doesn't want or like any of them? What if he gets a real knothead who only wants–

"You're thinking too hard about this, Your Grace."

He whips his head towards the study door and sighs. "Lady Martin. My apologies. I am just so nervous."

Lydia quirks a brow. "His Grace, the one and only Spark Gajos a Duke, is nervous about his suitors? Like this surprises me?"

He glares at her and huffs turning to face the window watching the light rain pittering against the glass. "You know I've always wanted what my mother before me had. I want love but it's time to make a choice. Love or not I must mate. I just hope one of them will at least be someone I can learn to love."

The study door closes, and the other omega makes her way over. "I know. I wish we had more time to make sure, but I've seen the ones you did select, and I just know that one of them will be the perfect mate for you."

"You really think so?" he asks, not taking his gaze from the window.

She gently places her hand on his arm. "I know so."

Stiles allows himself another few minutes to collect himself and then straightens his posture, his eyes flaring turquoise. "Let's get ready then. I have suitors to impress and a mate to meet."

"That's the spirit."

"Actually, it's spark."

He ducks to avoid her playful smack to the back of his head and lets her lead him to his room. There is much to do yet and what the hell should he wear? Thank hell for Lady Lydia Martin.

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The morning of October 13th the manor and the estate itself, is a blur of activity as everyone puts finishing touches on the decorations, food and well Lydia of course puts the finishing touches on Stiles's outfit.

The stable hands receive the horses as the suitors begin to arrive and then they are led to the main room where refreshments are served while they wait for the Duke's arrival.

"I don't know if I can do this, Lyds. It's so much more daunting to see them all. Before they were just like an idea in my head and now they're actually like here and actual people."

She smooths out the collar of his coat and sighs. "Take a breath before you have a panic attack or spark out on accident."

He looks at her affronted. "I haven't sparked out in years."

"Exactly. So don't start now." She steps back and turns him to face the mirror. "What do you think?"

The Man gapes at his reflection then turns to the left and back to the right. "Holy shit," he mutters. "Damn. I look good."

Lydia stifles a laugh even as she fondly rolls her eyes. "You always look good. I just know how to bring it out. Now remember you are the Duke. You are the spark. This is your domain. They have to prove themselves. You have proven yourself to the world. Don't make it easy on them. Don't let them make the rules. This is your game. You make the rules. Act aloof and above it all but also use that sarcastic assholery that charmed me into being your best friend when we first met. Got it?"

Stiles swallows and nods. "Got it."

He adjusts his cravat and runs his hands down his front to smooth out the fabric of his black double breasted dress coat of fine wool his mother had made for him with real silver buttons. Underneath that he's wearing a light turquoise colored waistcoat over a white linen shirt. He rakes his eyes lower to admire the look of his off white tight fitting pantaloons tucked into black boots and then adjusts his black velvet cloak. "This is as good as it's going to get."

He turns and takes the black gloves from Lydia pressing a kiss to her temple. She smiles and ushers him to the door. "Good luck."

"Thank you," he whispers. He opens the door and glances back once more. "I'll tell you all about it over afternoon tea. Okay?"

"You'd better." She bites her lip and then nods. "Also remember that secondary gender should hold no bearing on your decision of them as a person. Just as your being an omega shouldn't matter either. You are first and foremost. Mieczyslaw Gajos."

Stiles smiles. "I know. See you at half past two for tea. If I am late, send Beta Lahey for me."

With a final nod they part, and Stiles pulls on his gloves. "It'll be fine. There's nothing to fear. This is my domain. I'm in charge here."

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Liam looks around at the other suitors with nerves plain on his face. There's so many of them and he's just one person. One beta and how is he supposed to stand out? He takes a drink of his champagne and remembers his breathing exercises that Satomi taught him. It's not that he's afraid of losing control but they do help with anxiety.

Everyone is mingling but Theo is surveying each and every single one of them. He's seriously not impressed by any of them. There's two omegas which is absolutely ridiculous. Why in the world would the Duke want another just like him? There are several betas and they outnumber the alpha's by quite a bit. He thinks he counted like ten betas, two omegas and five alphas.

Then his eyes fall on a beta near the far side of the room who looks like she might be sick. He smirks and makes his way over. Perfect place to start weeding out the competition because that's what this whole thing is: a competition and Theo refuses to lose.

Liam has noticed the alpha who looks at everyone as a threat but also seems highly amused by them. He shakes his head and turns his focus towards the front of the room. Soon the Duke will enter, and they'll all get to see him in person. He tries very hard not to think about the book in his bag written by the spark. He hopes that even if he doesn't get chosen that he might get to talk to the man. If he talks like he writes it would be a wonderful conversation, he's sure.

The room goes quiet as a door near the back of the room opens which has everyone turning around. They had all expected him to enter in from the other side. That is probably why he didn't. They may as well learn right now that he isn't like any other omega, and he won't adhere to expectations.

A servant clears his throat. "May I introduce His Grace Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos Duke of Edinburgh, Spark, Omega and Lord of Amhearst Manor of the Edinburg Estate."

Everyone's eyes are locked on the door as the spark enters. The women curtsy, the men bow and Liam swoons. He's beautiful.

Theo can't take his eyes off of those pink pouty lips and all the dirty things they can probably do and say. Though he loathes to admit it, he should thank Deucalion for letting him put his suit in. There's no way he won't be leaving without the pretty omega.

The spark glances around as he makes his way to the front where a wingback chair is positioned next to the fire. He does not sit however but instead turns to face them all. "Please find a seat. We will be here for a while."

The alphas in the room hesitate and the spark quirks a brow at them before tilting his head. "If there is anyone here who has such a high opinion of themselves as to believe they are more important than the rest of the people here they should probably leave now. I won't tolerate discrimination against other classifications. So, if you alphas think you're too good to sit amongst us..." He gestures to the door where a guard is waiting. "Then by all means leave. You are not required to be here. You chose to put in a suit. If you don't leave now and I catch anyone with that opinion later on, you will be asked to leave and perhaps banned. My godmother Duchess Hale would have words with those of you with that opinion."

Everyone stills and says nothing.

He sees one person open their mouth and quirks a brow. "Perhaps I should call on my godfather Duke Hale. His claws are always eager for some sharpening." His tone is playful but he's deadly serious. Better they learn now he's not to be trifled with and he's not stupid and won't be treated as such.

One alpha, a curly blonde glares at him. Her tone is offended. "You're threatening us? How dare you! We are the higher biological classification as alphas. Everyone knows that omegas need an alpha. So, what is this little charade you're giving us really about?"

Stiles makes a fist but then takes a breath and relaxes it with only two people in the room having noticed the reaction. "Miss Swan is it?"

She gives a self-important nod.

"I see." He signals to his guard and then takes a seat. "Pity but then again not really. Your disrespect not just of station but lack of human decency is not wanted here. Good day Miss Swan." His gaze falls on the embers in the fireplace.

"What? That's it?! Hey! What are you–" she swears as the guard drags her out and boots her from the estate. "How dare you?! Don't you know who I am?!" she snarls.

The spark smirks. "No. I haven't a clue."

Everyone can hear her shrieks of anger as she's escorted all the way to the gate and then locked out and the smirk doesn't slip from the omega's face once. When he looks back at the room full of people he tilts his head, quirking a brow. "Take a seat and let's begin."

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Lydia is just pulling the kettle off of the fire when the parlor door flings opens and a furious Stiles stalks in, slinging his tailcoat over the arm of the settee and plopping into the wingback chair with a huff.

She lets him collect himself as she pours them each a cup of tea. It takes a good ten minutes for him to relax but the tea helps a lot.

"I apologize for my countenance upon my arrival."

She smoothes out her green velvet skirt and smiles. "No worries. I suspected you would be as such. Hence why I have prepared for you your favorite."

Stiles smiles and takes a few more sips, humming pleased with the taste. "Thank you."

"So, what have they done to put you in such a state?"

"Oh well. Let's see. I had three knotheads, one of which I had to have removed and the other two I dismissed. Which leaves two alphas. I had five out of the ten betas ask to leave because they didn't know if they could handle me and then the two omegas told me they only came to see if the stories were true about my being the furthest thing from an omega. Then they left with such dramatic docility. Society's definition of omega and I had enough. So, I asked the servants to escort the remaining five betas and remaining two alphas to their rooms until dinner."

Lydia watches her friend's shoulders slump and sets her cup down. Her scent is soothing to him. So, she makes her way over and takes his cup, setting it on the table before taking a seat on his lap. His arms settle around her waist. His cheek rests against her bosom and he melts into the fingers running through his hair.

"I wish she was here," he says, his voice barely audible.

"I know. I wish she was too. She'd be better at this than me I can admit but you're not alone. We all want to see you mated but above all we want you to be happy. I can ask Peter to put the fear of god into them if you'd like. You know he'd do it for you."

Stiles snorts and purrs at her ministrations, his eyes sliding to half mast. "Yeah. We'll save that for later. I think Duke Hale is just being overprotective is all."

Lydia rolls her eyes. "If I was him and had raised you from preteen to adulthood, I would be overprotective too, but he did promise to stay out of this. Be grateful for that. Had he heard the knotheads or even the omegas hell even the betas he'd be furious."

"Which is exactly why we won't be telling him."

They sit in silence for a little while just listening to the flickering flames and the sound of each other's breathing. Lydia continues to run her fingers through her friend's hair and smiles when his breathing evens out. "You sleep. I'll keep watch."

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Theo is feeling quite pleased with himself. Planting doubts in the betas's heads had worked wonders. Of course, none of them have the firm hand needed to control such an unruly omega. It's better they leave and try their hand elsewhere. They are down to seven suitors now and Theo doesn't see any of them as threats.

He strips off his blood red dress coat with golden buttons and lays it across the chair in his room. He's a bit disappointed that they are all not staying in the main house. It makes for less opportunities to run into the omega but he'll wait. The final two get to stay in the main house. Obviously, he will be one of those. He smirks at his reflection unfastening the top of his shirt to reveal a toned chest. Yeah. There's no way he won't have the omega drooling.

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Liam sits in the chair by the fire in his room reading his book. His baby blue double breasted dress coat with silver buttons is hanging on a hook on the back of the door. He's made so many notes over the years of things he wants to know more about and things he wants to discuss. He feels terrible for how the spark was treated by the rest of them. Liam wonders if anyone actually sees that he's a person like them with real feelings or if they do, he wonders if they just don't care.

It makes him want to bundle the omega up but also makes him want to give the other suitors a piece of his mind. He'll do neither of course but it's nice to think about what he would do if he had the right.

They'll eat dinner with the Duke this evening and Liam is looking forward to it. The cook he met, Marie, was so quiet but she talked to him about what it's like working for the spark. Her favorite thing is when he comes down to the kitchens and teaches her to bake. It made Liam smile that the spark goes down to help and not because he's an omega but because his mother taught him and he's teaching someone else. Then again Liam isn't someone who believes in gender roles. Not one bit.

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When Stiles wakes up, he's feeling a lot better. All is not lost and there is still hope. "What time is it Lydia?" he asks sleepily.

She looks up from her place on the settee. "Half fast four."

Stiles's eyes widen. "Oh great!" he mutters.

"Why is that your response?"

"I promised to help Marie this evening. She wanted to make sure the meal was perfect, and I told her it's okay if it's just something simple, but she is determined."

Lydia smiles. "You're sweet to her. I suspect she wishes the same happiness for you that you've helped give her."

The spark's brow furrows. "What do you mean?" he asks as he fixes his turquoise waistcoat and off white cravat. Then he smoothes the legs of his breeches.

"I mean that you're the one who brought her out of the awful orphanage, taught her to cook and gave her a home. She adores you and you're like a father to her even though you're not old enough to have actually sired her. Plus, there's her brother and her mate. Both of whom you saved from an awful fate of being shipped across the sea. So, I should think it fairly obvious why she wants to make sure everything is as close to perfect as possible."

He blushes and huffs. "Well, I did what anyone would've do–"

Lydia shuts her book firmly and sends him an annoyed look. "Then tell me why the rest of the city did nothing? If anyone would have then why did no one else?"

Properly chastised he nods. "I see your point. I'll head to the kitchens to help her, and I'll see you for dinner."

"No, you won't," she says softly. "I can't be there. You know this but I will be here for more omega cuddles. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now go on and remember you are perfect the way you are."

He snorts. "So cliche but I know." He kisses her cheek and leaves the parlor.

Lydia watches him go and looks towards the fire. She wants the best for her friend. Perhaps it is time to visit the secret room so she can see just what these suitors really think.

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"Hello darling," Stiles greets cheerily as he hangs his coat up and rolls up his sleeves. "What are we having?"

Marie smiles at him with flour on her cheeks. "Honey bread with chicken and hopefully vegetables." She chews her lip. "What do you think? Too much? Too little? Maybe bread without honey?"

Stiles smiles and shakes his head. "I think it sounds perfect. You know how much I love chicken and there is nothing better or sweeter than your honey bread. Well, unless we count you."

She giggles and gestures to the fireplace. "I've heated the water for the veggies. I know you like the repetition of cutting them up."

"Indeed I do. You know me so well."

They work in companionable silence for a little while until Marie places the bread in the stone oven to bake. "Your Grace? I hope you don't think it forward of me but how did the first meeting go?"

Stiles pauses and tries to smile. "It could have gone much better, but it also could have been worse."

"Do I need to go deal with some knotheads?"

Her protectiveness makes him smile. "No need. I can handle some knotheads. It was more the others that wounded me. Hearing a bunch of betas say they don't think they can handle me and then omegas saying they just wanted to know if the stories about me were true and then leaving, that's what hurt the most. I'd rather they be sexist pricks about my biology than judgemental assholes about my personality and countenance."

Marie frowns, her heart hurting for him. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. It's a good thing I made the honey bread then huh?"

Stiles smiles and chuckles wetly. "Good thing indeed."

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Dinner is served at half past six and Stiles watches as the remaining two alphas and five betas take their seats. He isn't impressed by either of the alphas but he did promise Peter to consider them even though he's pretty sure the man knows he won't choose one.

He takes his seat at the head of the table and the servants bring in the food. Marie gives him an encouraging and reassuring smile as she sets his plate down in front of him. He's about to thank her when two of the betas growl.

His gaze snaps to them. "Why do you think it is appropriate to growl? I ask for civility."

The betas huff and the raven haired one gestures with his chin to Marie. "Seems suspicious you have us all staying elsewhere and then let a pretty pair of tit–"

"OUT!!" the Duke snarls his fingers sparking and eyes black with rage. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME!!!!"

Both betas nearly wet themselves as they bolt out the door. Marie is shaking and startles when Stiles gently touches her arm. "Thank you darling."

Marie nods and goes to leave. She nearly stumbles but an arm shoots out to catch her. "Careful," the voice says softly, and she smiles at the beta she had spoken to earlier that day.

"Thank you."

Liam nods and then turns his attention back to his food. He misses the curious and intrigued look on the Duke's face.

Theo watches the omega and has to think of unsexy things to dampen his arousal at the display of power. The man is so damn gorgeous especially when he's angry. Maybe he won't break him fully because that anger is simply breathtaking. Five left and it's only the first day.

Stiles asks them a few questions after their meal is finished before bidding them a good night and retreating to his rooms.

Liam makes his way to one of the guards and speaks softly. "May I help with the dishes? I-I know it's probably not proper, but I don't really care when it comes to gender roles and I would like to thank the cook."

The guard, a stoic man, sizes him up and then nods gesturing to the kitchen but gives a look that says he'll be watching.

With a nervous gulp, Liam heads to the kitchens with a smile when he sees the cook but freezes when he sees the Duke as well. The way the light of the moon shines on the man's face makes his skin look pale but so beautiful.

Marie stops mid sentence and smiles. "Hello Beta Dunbar."

Stiles whips his head to look at him and quirks a brow. "I thought I bid you all a good night."

Liam swallows and nods. "You did, Your Grace, but I asked if I could help with the dishes, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. The food was delicious, and I-I think it was rotten what they said but I don't want to intrude so I won't stay if you wish me to go."

The spark bites his lip to hide a smile and gestures to the sink. "Have at it. I appreciate your concern for her."

"For both."

"Pardon," the spark says.

Liam rolls up his sleeves as he makes his way to the sink. "I was concerned for both of you."

Stiles's eyes narrow but before he can say he can take care of himself the beta speaks again.

"Not that you need me to be concerned about you. I mean I should think knowing someone cares matters a great deal but I also know that you're not some damsel either. So, though I'm concerned I also recognize the difference between someone who needs to be saved and someone who wants to be cherished."

Stiles swallows thickly and turns back to the fire. He sees Marie watching him and smiles softly at her. The beta helps with the rest of the dishes and then looks around to see if there's anything else he can do. His eyes fall on the spark now sitting in front of the fire much more relaxed than he was at dinner.

He allows his eyes to wander over the man's form admiring his beauty. He blushes when he sees more of the man's chest, and it's drool worthy, but his eyes are the real treasure.

Liam is pulled from his thoughts by the spark's amused voice. "Your assistance has been appreciated, Beta Dunbar. I should think you have much better things to do than stare."

Liam's cheeks flush. "Tis beauty I have nare seen before but to admire it is no chore. I see both the inside and the out. For him I'm on my knees. To him I'm most devout."

The spark's eyes darken but with heat and his breath catches. "You've read..." he trails off. "I'll see you in the morning, Beta Dunbar."

He knows he's being dismissed but the soft smile, an almost smirk, that the spark is giving him makes his insides warm. "I hope so, Your Grace." Then he leaves and makes his way to his room.

Stiles can't help but smile, pleased with the beta and surprised at the same time. Marie hands him a bowl of fruit and smiles. "Someone seems to be feeling better."

"He's read my book. No one could quote it like that if they hadn't."

"Then I think sleep is in order so you can find out in the morning."

He stands and squeezes her shoulder gently before kissing her forehead. "Goodnight." Then he leaves.

She watches him leave and sighs hoping that he will find a mate. He more than anyone she's ever known deserves it.

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The next two days see that only two betas and one alpha remain, and Stiles watches them closely. Lydia has of course given her ten cents because she doesn't give only two.

She agrees with him that Alpha Raeken is pretty to look at for sure, but he has no sincerity to him. Beta Alaksander is quiet but when he does speak it's not very intelligent. That's not to say he's dimwitted but he just doesn't keep up with Stiles in the least. Then there's Beta Dunbar and well when Stiles talks about him Lydia just knows.

By the end of the week the only ones remaining are Beta Dunbar and Alpha Raeken. The two men lounge in the main parlor as they wait for the Duke to arrive.

"So why are you here?" Theo asks.

Liam tilts his head. "I would say for the same reason as you but we both know that wouldn't be true."

Theo narrows his eyes. "Trying to imply something there? Don't be shy. Say what's on your mind."

"He'll see right through you."

"Then why am I still here?"

Liam shrugs. "Maybe he thinks you're pretty, but he won't choose you. I'm not saying he'll choose me either, but you can't fake these things. Alpha Ito says–"

"Oh, just shut up already. You're so annoying!" the alpha snaps. "He'll choose me because he knows he needs an alpha. What can you offer him that I can't?"

The two men are oblivious to the partially ajar door.

The beta tilts his head. "An equal."

Theo snorts. "Alphas and omegas aren't equal. Neither are betas and omegas. You will have no hope of a match if you can't give him a firm hand."

"Why do you think he's something to be controlled or changed? He's perfect the way he is."

"You're just a lovesick puppy, a fool and he'll see that. Tell me, does he know you keep a book he wrote with little notes in it?" The alpha pulls the book out and smirks.

Liam's eyes widen and he makes fists. "Give it back to me. You shouldn't have gotten your hands on it. It was in my room."

Theo makes a tiny tear on the page eliciting a whimper from the beta. "Yes, but it should have been my room. Tell me why did the omega let you be closer to him than me? Have you been sleeping with him to gain his favor?" he asks, making a small tear on another page.

"Stop! Please? Just give me the book back."

"Tell me the truth and rescind your suit. You do that and I'll give you the book."

Liam swallows nervously as his gaze flicks between Theo and the book. He remembers Satomi's words and almost smiles. "Three things are not long hidden. The sun. The moon. The truth." He smirks at the alpha. "I wonder how long you expect your truth to remain hidden."

"You little bast–"

The door slams open and Stiles stares at the alpha with eyes of fury.

Theo for all his bravado looks like he may wet himself. That fury isn't so wonderful when it's directed at him. "Hello Omega. We have been wondering if everything was alright since you were late."

"You should address me as Your Grace. I am more than biology and oh really? Tell me something, Alpha Raeken. What pack do you belong to?"

"I'm my own alpha."

Stiles smiles but it's not a nice one at all. "I see but you're a wolf and wolves without packs are to be brought to the city authorities. So, if you are packless, I must do my civic duty and warn them of a packless wolf."

Theo's face pales and Liam watches with wide eyes. The alpha tries to regain his composure. "I have a pack, but I am not lying about being my own alpha." He flashes red eyes at the omega and smirks. "Kneel."

Liam winces worried about the spark, but he needn't have been concerned. The next thing he knows the alpha is the one kneeling at the spark's feet and has a blade at his throat. "You can tell Deucalion that he's wasting his time. My mother never wanted anything to do with him and though he forced himself on her, he is not my father. So, you go back to him and if I ever see you again, I will kill you."

He wants to look away as the Duke mutilates the Alpha's hand as an example to those who view omegas as property.

Liam isn't ignorant to the fact that while Theo may have arrived an alpha in rank he will be leaving without his alpha spark. Blue eyes are obvious indicators of murderers.

Liam watches as the Duke's chest heaves and slowly walks over. He's not expecting to be slammed into the ground with the man on top of him, but he freezes.

"I won't hurt you. I am sorry for approaching, I shouldn't have crowded you."

The spark blinks a few times and the turquoise bleeds from his eyes leaving amber gems staring back at him. "I-I–" The spark's cheeks flush and embarrassment clouds his scent as he scrambles to get up.

Liam rests his hands gently on the spark's hips and the man stills. "It's okay. I'd react the same way if someone like him posed a threat to me or was connected to someone who harmed someone I love."

Stiles slowly relaxes and smiles but then realizes he's still straddling the beta and squeaks as he moves to sit next to him instead. "Still, I know it was intense. I knew he wasn't sincere, but I had not thought him connected to Alpha Blackwood."

The beta tilts his head. "Forgive me, but why let him stay if you did not think him sincere?"

The spark snorts and Liam finds it adorable. "He was pretty to look at."

"I admit to thinking that you would prefer an alpha over a beta."

"Now why would I want an alpha? I may be an omega, but betas are just as good. Plus, all the hype about a knot isn't my thing. They're completely overrated. I can look at something pretty and not want to fuck it or mate it." Then he glances at the lamp nearby. "See that lamp is pretty but I'm not into objectophilia. I'd prefer a perfect beta co—" he clears his throat, his cheeks a little pink. "I apologize. I'm getting ahead of myself."

Liam isn't objecting and feels a bit hot under the collar but clears his throat and shrugs. "I don't mind."

Stiles chuckles and gestures to the door. "Come with me."

He leads the beta to his own parlor and then waits until they are both comfortable before speaking. "Tell me about yourself, Beta Dunbar."

"What do you want to know?"

Stiles hums in contemplation. "Why did you put in your suit? Was it coerced, bargained, bartered, or free willed?"

Liam swallows thickly. "I-I um. So, I just joined a pack. My alpha has been helping me with control, but I still suck at it. I was coming here because I've read all your work and I've seen how you treat people regardless of status and I wanted to be able to talk to you," he growls frustrated with himself. "I thought I had my control at a place where I could try to court you. I guess it's not as good as I thought."

The spark is suddenly sitting much closer making Liam almost topple backwards. "You've read my work?" he whispers, his tone awed.

"Yes. Every word."

Stiles smiles and it's the first real smile Liam has seen from him. "Which was your favorite?"

Liam smiles. "Ses lettres d'amour."

"Est-ce que tu parles français?"

Liam nods. "A-A little. Not fluent but I would like to be."

Stiles finds himself brushing his fingers over the betas hand. "You're the first person to just make me feel normal. Other than Lady Martin or my father."

Their fingers intertwine and the beta's heart races as he meets amber eyes. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're you and shouldn't have to fit into the boxes others have made to try to control or change you."

"And you?" Stiles says. "You don't wish to change me?"

Liam shakes his head. "No. I wouldn't change a thing."

Their faces are so close now Liam's nostrils are flooded with the scent of pleased omega, and he rumbles in his chest before blushing. It makes the spark laugh and then his lips are on the beta's and nothing else matters.

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Over the course of the next three months the two of them spend as much time together as they can. They share stolen kisses and exchange courting gifts. They ride horses and cuddle. Then they do Stiles's favorite. They go swimming.

They went into the water in just their braies. Stiles almost opted to go in naked but figured it was too soon for that. It felt like they were in their own little world which led to this moment.

Liam brushes wet strands of chocolate curls from the spark's face and smiles. Stiles loves those baby blue eyes, and he nuzzles into the palm cupping his jaw. They eagerly lean in and connect their lips.

They're far enough from the estate to afford them a certain measure of privacy as they make their way to the grassy spot beneath an oak tree where they press their bare chests together and intertwine their legs. The only sounds are the racing heartbeats, heavy breathing and smack of lips.

Stiles pulls back and searches the beta's face. "Be my mate," he whispers.

"Really?" Liam asks surprised but butterflies explode in his stomach as he grins.

It makes the spark laugh and kiss him again. "Yes. Really. Be mine."

Baby blue eyes widen and then soften. "Yes. I'll be yours."

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With only close family to witness they mate in April in the evening under the oak tree where Liam said yes and it's hard to breathe in the best way when they see each other under the light of the full moon.

"As long as I have breath in my lungs, I shall be yours. As a spark. As an omega. As a Duke. As a mate."

"As long as I have breath in my lungs, I shall be yours. As a wolf. As a beta. As a Lord. As a mate."

They seal their bond with a bite and then Stiles slips the robe from his shoulders leaving his body bared to his mate. "Come catch me my mate. Come make me yours." Then he runs.

A howl sounds from the beta's throat as he strips and races after the spark. Mate. Mine. Claim.

He catches him in under an hour and tackles the spark to the ground. Both are glad they are so far from the city because neither of them could have kept silent for this.

As they lay together basking in the afterglow of their mating Stiles coaxes his mate to turn and face him. Liam smiles. "Are you happy?"

Stiles grins and pecks his mate's lips. "Very."

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It's nearly July when an unwanted guest arrives. The newlyweds–they married two months after mating–are attending to their duties.

Stiles is upstairs writing letters of correspondence and Liam is downstairs in the kitchen with Marie.

A guard comes to fetch him. "Your Grace," the man says with a bow. "There is a man here and I was asked not to disturb His Grace Gajos."

Liam dries his hands and nods. "I'll see to it. Thank you."

With a nod the guard leaves and Liam makes his way to the front door. He's both surprised and not to find Theo standing there. "Alpha Raeken. You do remember what my mate said would happen if he saw you again don't you?"

Theo grimaces but plasters on a smirk. "I just wanted to be sure you were satisfying him is all. I figured if you weren't I could offer my services."

Liam gives him a look of disgust and snarls. "He's my mate and I'm his. There is no way you're going anywhere near him let alone have access to him intimately. You're insane."

"Hardly. I just think he acted rashly and figured he has to have come to his senses by now."

"You're delusional."

Theo makes fists. "Can you honestly say you fuck him and leave him satisfied?"

Liam smirks and crosses his arms leaning against the doorway. "No."

The alpha looks triumphant. "Then you need me. It wouldn't do for him to seek it elsewhere and bring disgrace to the name of Gajos. Not that much more disgrace can be brought after what happened with his mother."

With a flash of red eyes Liam slugs the other man and Theo ends up on his back on the ground wheezing. "The only one disgracing their namesake is you. Never speak against my mate or his mother's memory. Now you need to leave, or I'll kill you myself."

Theo spits blood and snarls. "Little beta has an alpha spark. You didn't earn it."

Liam grins. "Oh, but I did. I assume you've never heard of a True Alpha. Rising to the status by will of the heart. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other more important matters to attend to than further conversation with something beneath me."

"He needs a knot, and you don't have one!"

With a shake of his head his eyes take on an amused glint. "He doesn't want one. In fact, I know you couldn't satisfy him. You know why?"

Theo grits his teeth. "Why?"

"Because he fucks me, and I'm always satisfied. Every. Single. Time." He bites his lip and smirks. "I see him in the throes of passion and lust. Not you. He's my mate. Not yours."

"He knows how to find me when he needs a knot because mark my words, he'll want one. He'll crave one and you won't be able to give it to him."

Liam snorts. "Knot every omega wants a knot. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to have my mate fuck me now." He turns to the guard. "Let Peter have him. Mieczyslaw said if he returned, he was fair game."

With a nod the guard pulls a cord, and a side door opens as the front door closes. Theo trembles at the man advancing on him. "Shit."

"Hello Theodore. This will be fun," Peter says, flicking out his claws.

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The screams of pain are only slightly muffled by the door and Liam smirks, pleased with himself as he turns around but then he freezes when he sees his mate watching him. "Uh..." he says, his mind blank.

A hand stretches out and he eagerly takes it, moaning when lips capture his. Hands slip to the swell of his ass and squeeze. He groans at the harsh bite to his bottom lip soothed with a pink tongue as his mate stares at him with eyes full of desire. "That was so damn sexy."

Liam blushes and shrugs one shoulder. "I was just popping off at him is all."

Stiles squeezes the beta's ass harder and then slips one hand into Liam's breeches and presses a dry finger over his hole. "Well, it revved me up. So, we're going to go upstairs to my study where I should be writing letters and I'm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you." He nibbles at his mate's earlobe and then at the sensitive spot behind his ear. "You want that baby?" he purrs.

"Yes. God yes!"

The omega chuckles and leads his mate into the study. Lydia sees them disappearing into the room and shakes her head with an amused smile. She looks at one of the servants. "Get some towels ready. With the mood he's in they won't be coming out for a while.

She quickly makes her way to her own parlor not needing to hear the squelches of her friend's sex life. Goodness knows she knows way too much already.

Meanwhile in the study Stiles is on his back on the floor and Liam is straddling him. The omega is leaking slick like crazy, and the beta could die happy with that taste on his tongue. He pushes back against the tongue in his hole and long slender fingers stroking his hard cock.

He whines when he's told to get up and bend over the desk but the smirk on his mate's face tells him he can have full access to the omega's slick after. So, he bends over the desk and groans in pleasure when the omega easily sinks into his heat.

"You always feel so good. O-One of these days," the spark stutters out as he begins to firmly thrust. "I'll let you fuck me."

Liam rumbles at that even as he moans, unable to help the sounds he's making. He never thought that he'd actually get to have the spark as his mate but every day he wakes up next to him is a gift.

"Even if you never let me, I won't care. I could live without it just never stop doing tha–Fuck!"

Stiles purrs and covers his mate's back with his body as his hips circle and push his cock deeper. "Believe me, if you want me to fuck you I absolutely will but I do want to try it at least once." His hands grip his mate's hip tight as he snaps his hips harder. "Now cum for me baby. Let go and cum."

And Liam does.

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Stiles is elected into parliament two years after they mated and then a year later, they welcome their first pup that they name Claudia after his mother. She has amber eyes and blonde curly hair. She is the apple of her daddy's eye and Liam spends every spare minute with her that he can.

The two mates are happy, and they never care that they do knot have a knot.

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I had to revisit and update this chapter, something about it had always nagged at me at the back on my mind that I wasn’t quite happy with.

Much better. ☺️

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 90 ; Riders in the Storm

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 7,717 Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending A/N: Hi, friends! 90 Chapters down, 10 to go!! WE GOT OUR BOY BACK!!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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THIRD PERSON POV

Stiles watched on the Arrivals board as the first space flicked to Beacon Hills, On Time. He looked down as a ticket blew by his feet before he heard Emma’s voice saying his name. He turned around, hoping to see her beautiful face.

“Stiles...”

“Emma?” he said. He started walking towards the benches to find her, but the PA system stopped him, a familiar voice filling the area.

“Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in 25 minutes.”

Stiles went back to his search for his girlfriend, pushing the hordes of people. “Emma?”

“Someone's being me tonight, all sassy.”

“Emma?” Stiles said again. Hearing her say that brought him back to the Formal.

“Now, if you step on these shoes, I will kill you,” Emma said.

“Emma, wait.”

“STILES!” Emma screamed.

As he continued to push through the crowd, a gunshot rang out. He looked to his left, figuring it was a Ghost Rider, but was surprised when he saw the last person he thought he’d see in the Hunt.

His father.

Sheriff was standing there with his gun raised in the air for a second before he lowered it. “Give the boy some room.”

“Dad?” Stiles said, not believing he was seeing his father. He walked up to him, saying, “Dad?”

Sheriff smiled at his son as the two walked up to each other, embracing in a father/son hug that Stiles didn’t know he needed.

“Oh, God,” Stiles whispered.

“Oh, I found you,” Sheriff whispered. The two pulled a part, Sheriff still having a small grip on the back of Stiles’ neck. “I can’t believe I found you,” he chuckled.

“Dad, I can hear Emma,” Stiles said. “I think-- I think I can get to her. I think she can get us out of here.”

The sound of horses neighing tore Sheriff’s gaze away from Stiles for a moment before he looked back at his son. “You need to get out of here. Don’t worry about me.”

“What, you’re kidding, right?” Stiles said.

“Go. Get help. Find your friends. And for the love of God, find Emma.”

“Yeah, and what about you?”

His father turned around to face him after turning to walk away from Stiles and smiled. “We’ll find each other again.” Sheriff turned around again, walking a couple of steps.

“Dad,” Stiles said, stopping his father’s steps yet again.

“Stiles…” Sheriff said, raising his hand then dropping it. “I’ll hold them back. Now get the hell out of here. Emma’s been going insane without you. Go. Go!”

Little did his father know, Stiles was going insane without Emma. At his father’s words about Emma, Stiles turned to his right, hopping down from the platform and onto the tracks he’d become so accustomed with. He started running to the spot where he knew the Ghost Riders had come through once before when a bright light stopped him, Emma’s voice coming through.

“Stiles, I would never leave you behind,” Emma said.

Stiles pushed through the wind that the rift was causing, Emma’s voice coming through once again.

“Stiles, I would never leave you behind,” Emma said. “You’ll always be my hero!”

Stiles left his hand up to the rift, hoping that he’d be able to walk through, Emma’s voice encouraging him.

“Stiles! Keep going. I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!”

At her last words of encouragement, Stiles ran through the rift, unsure of where he’d end up.

Where he did end up, however, wasn’t with Emma or Scott.

It was in his Jeep.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I reached my hand out towards Stiles’ figure, telling him, “I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!” but the white light faded out… and the only thing I could see was the other side of the tunnel that we’d become so accustomed to seeing. I slowly lowered my hand, sighing. “Stiles?”

It was quiet for a moment before Scott’s voice filled the space. “Emma?” With tears in my eyes, I shook my head a little. “Where is he?” I turned around to face him and Malia, anger and worry showing in my facial expression. “It was working. You--you saw him, right?” “We didn’t see anyone,” Malia said.

I turned back around to face where the light was, saying, “No. He was here. I know it.” Taking a shaky breath, I said, “Stiles was here.” A few moments later, without even thinking, I turned back around walking up to Scott. He knew what my next moves were going to be because I saw him tense his muscles. “He was here! Where is he?!” I yelled, banging on Scott’s chest.

After a few seconds of taking my unintentional abuse, Scott grabbed my wrists, holding me to his chest as I cried into him.

“Where is he, Scotty?” I asked through my sobs.

“I don’t know, Em,” he whispered. “But, either we’ll find him or he’ll find us. Come on.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me back into the bunker. Feeling Lydia’s arms around me, I heard the door squeak as if it was being closed before Scott said, “Liam!”

“There’s something you need to see,” Liam said, my attention on him now.

“You’re still here,” Scott and I said.

“But everyone else is gone,” Liam said, panic in his voice. “All of them. They’re all gone. Look, you have to come with me.”

“What is it?” Scott asked.

“I-- I can’t explain it. I have to show you.”

I started moving forward to go with Scott and Liam, but Lydia’s grip on me tightened. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” she said.

Scott turned back to look at us. “Uh, alright. You guys stay here, just in case.”

“In case Stiles comes back?” Malia asked.

“If there’s any hope, you need to keep trying,” Scott said. “Make sure Emma doesn’t leave. Make her listen.” He turned around and closed the door, leaving me alone with Lydia and Malia.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

After finding himself in his Jeep, Stiles decided to drive to Scott’s house, looking for his best friend first, just in case Scott knew where Emma was if she wasn’t with him. Walking into the front door, Stiles let himself into the house. “Scott? Scott.” He ran to the bottom of the stairs, calling his best friend’s name one more time before leaving to head to the station. Not finding Scott there, he ran back out of the house, getting in his Jeep to drive to the station.

He thought about calling them, asking where they were, but ultimately decided against it.

Running into the station, Stiles was determined that they were there, only to find the place completely deserted. Seeing how trashed the place was, he walked into his father’s office, a sad look on his face as he looked around. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a dispatch microphone on a desk. Remembering that the desk he was looking at was Carter’s, he thought about the police radio in his Jeep.

He ran back out of the station and to his Jeep, still on the hunt for his best friend and girlfriend.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I heard rustling behind me, so I turned my head over my shoulder, humming at Malia. “What are you doing?”

She opened the door that led into the tunnels, turning back to face me and Lydia, stating, “We’re going to find Stiles.”

This got my feet moving and energy to surge through me.

“No, no, no,” Lydia said. “Scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.”

“Lydia, I love you, but he’s not coming here,” I said. “If he was, he would’ve, and he hasn’t, so he’s not.” I thought about what I said and how I said it. “Damn. I sounded like him just then.” I shook my head.

“You still think it worked, right?” Malia asked. “One of Em’s memories opened up a rift.”

“I know for a damn-well fact that I saw him.”

“And you’re never wrong about these things. Neither is Lydia.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say never,” I sassed.

“But right now?” Lydia asked.

“Right now, I’m not wrong,” I stated confidently. “He’s out there, I can feel it.”

“Then are we doing standing here?” Malia said.

I was the first one out of the bunker, each girl following me. I didn’t care about the fact that I was practically running through these tunnels.

We ended up going to the school where the Jeep was. I immediately saw that it was gone. “Guys, the Jeep is gone,” I voiced.

Lydia quickly parked her car before I almost tore the door off with how fast I opened it. I ran over to the spot the Jeep was previously parked, kneeling on the ground. Noticing the fresh tire marks, I voiced as such. “This looks fresh.”

“It’s from Stiles’ Jeep. It must’ve just left,” Malia said.

“Without his keys?” Lydia asked.

“That boy can hotwire a car. Trust me. Half the time, he gets it started with a screwdriver,” I said, standing up.

“Then he’s here.”

“We have to tell Scott.”

“We should probably tell Scott about that, too,” Malia said, looking ahead of her.

“What?” I said. She put her hand under my chin, turning my head. My eyes went wide as I looked at what Malia was. “Lyds,” I said, smacking her arm.

“Ow! What?” she said, holding her arm.

“Look,” I whispered.

She turned her head, looking at what Malia and I were looking at. A train track heading in two directions; into the school and into the woods.

I sighed. “Scott’s gonna have a field day trying to figure this one out.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Figuring that one of them was at the hospital, that’s where Stiles drove. Once he got there, he went to the back of his Jeep, grabbing his trusty bat and heading inside. Noticing the tracks running through the building, he focused on following it, but upon hearing voices, he ducked inside a room.

“And I’ll have a True Alpha by my side,” Douglas’ voice rang out.

“Parrish! Stop!” Scott’s voice rang out, followed by a growl that Stiles knew was Parrish’s.

“And then a Banshee, a werecoyote, a were-banshee--”

As soon as he heard Emma’s supernatural name, he decided that’s when he was gonna make his appearance. “A Stiles.”

“A what?” Douglas asked, turning his head over his shoulder.

Stiles took his bat and hit Douglas in the upper back with it before looking up at Scott and Liam. “Bad guy, right? I didn’t misread that?”

Douglas stood up, causing Stiles to jump and say, “Oh, God!”

Scott and Liam thought that was the perfect time to grab Parrish and throw him at Douglas, Stiles leaning against the wall to not be in the middle of that. Parrish took Douglas down, neither of them getting up.

Scott and Stiles looked at each other, Scott not believing that his best friend was standing there in front of him. Stiles ran, as carefully as he could, to Scott, wrapping him in a brotherly hug, chuckling and saying, “Oh! Buddy! Oh, man!”

“Oh, it’s so good to see you,” Scott said.

“Hey, hey, hey! Uh--” Liam said.

Stiles looked over at Liam, wanting to give the Beta some love as well. “Liam! It’s so good to see you, too!”

Liam returned the hug, trying to warn the two about what was behind Stiles. “Yeah, no, yeah! It’s great to see you, Stiles, but uh--”

Hearing the Hellhound flames, Stiles turned around and looked a lit up Parrish. “Oh. Yeah, we should go. Go. Go, go,” he said, pointing and waving his arms, all three of them running down the hall.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

After noticing the tracks leading into the school, Lydia, Malia and I decided to follow them, careful not to trip. Coming up on the library, I held my arms out to each girl, stating, “Wait, wait, wait. Stop.” Looking at the doors, I had this eerie feeling. Putting my arms down, I walked over to the doors, opening them.

There, in the library, were benches with people sitting on them, light poles that you would find in old-fashioned train stations standing near the benches.

“Why is there a train station in the middle of the library?” Malia asked.

I sighed. “There’s also a train station in the Wild Hunt.”

“Any chance they’re connected?” Lydia asked.

I started walking through the library, stating, “I would say high. Like 100%.” Lydia’s heels followed after me, as well as Malia’s boots.

“If there’s a train station, then there’s probably a train,” Malia theorized.

I turned to face the two girls, left brow raised. “If there’s a train… it’s going to the Wild Hunt.”

“They’re all gonna be taken,” Lydia said.

I shook my head. “They can’t get on that train.”

“Uhm,” Malia said, looking around and taking a few steps away from me and Lydia. “Okay. Listen up, everybody. We’ve all got to get out of here. We gotta go right now.”

I looked around at the people sitting on the benches, none of them moving, none of them paying Malia or us any mind… like we weren’t even there.

“It’s bad, we have to go!” Malia yelled.

Lydia walked around as well, standing in front of a woman, yelling, “Hello?” before snapping her fingers.

I watched as Malia walked in front of a man, saying, “Uh, hello? Sir?” waving and snapping her fingers in his face.

“How do we get them to leave if they can’t hear us?” Malia asked.

“Uh,” I said, looking back and forth between them. I looked at the person I’d been looking at and voiced as such. “Maybe there’s someone who can.”

Peter motherfreakin’ Hale.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Running through the hospital, the two werewolves and Stiles were trying to find a safe place away from a Hellhound Parrish.

Rounding a corner, Stiles saw a door to his left, immediately going into it, looking for something. “Can’t believe I’m gone a couple days, the whole place falls apart.”

“No, you were gone for three months,” Scott said.

Stiles quickly ran out of the room, looking at his best friend incredulously. “I was… what? Okay, if they don’t let me graduate, I swear to God…” He walked into the room across the hall, still determined to find whatever it was that he was looking for.

“What are you looking for?” Liam asked, backing up a couple steps.

“Ah! This,” Stiles said, coming out of the room, liquid nitrogen tank in hand. He set it on the ground before looking up. “And him.”

Coming down the hall in the opposite direction in which the boys came was Parrish in Hellhound form, a mixture of green and orange flames coming from his body, eyes lit a bright green. Stiles noticed the color of the green, thinking to himself that Emma’s eyes were a shade darker. Interesting.

Coming out of his train of thought, Stiles looked up at his best friend. “Grab him. Grab him now.”

Parrish growled, walking faster towards the three teens, the werewolves grabbing him and pushing him against the wall, Stiles spraying the nitrogen onto the Hellhound. Parrish’s flames died down, Scott and Liam pushing him down to sit.

Liam groaned like he was in pain, patting himself down. “God, ow!”

“Liam, you’re fine,” Stiles said.

“God, that doesn’t feel good, ya’know.”

Looking up at Stiles, Parrish was confused as to why he was here, voicing as such. “Stiles? What are you doing here?”

“Buddy, love you, but we’re way past that, okay?” Stiles said. “You gotta fill us in. What’s going on?”

“Douglas,” Parrish said, standing with Scott and Liam’s help. “He’s merging the worlds so the Ghost Riders can cross over.”

“Yeah, he wants his supernatural army in our world,” Liam confirmed.

“How do we stop him?” Scott asked, looking at Parrish.

“The train. It’s coming,” Parrish said, looking at the Arrivals board above the nurses station, Stiles and Scott looking over at it, as well.

“Okay, and how do we stop that?”

“You can’t stop it. But you can divert it.”

~~~

After getting that lovely piece of information from Parrish, the three teens all piled into Stiles’ Jeep, and headed straight for the high school. Upon arriving, they walked up to the school, careful to not trip over the tracks on the ground.

“Okay, how the hell do you merge worlds?” Stiles asked. “Okay, nowhere in the manual does it say that werewolves can do that. And, Scott, Em and I pretty much wrote the manual.”

“We can’t even move between them, alright?” Scott said. “Look what it took to break you out.”

Scott and Stiles stopped their steps, turning to look at Liam, who was walking slowly behind them, thinking about what they were saying.

“We can’t move between worlds,” Liam said. “But Corey can. He can exist in both worlds.”

“And he can take people with him,” Scott added.

Liam nodded, looking at Stiles, explaining further. “At Scott’s house, he pulled a Ghost Rider into our world.”

“At the lacrosse game he brought us into theirs,” Scott added, yet again.

Stiles put his hands on his hips as he took in this new information.

“What if that’s how Douglas is doing it?” Liam said. “What if Corey’s the key?”

“Wait, Emma’s cousin, Corey?” Stiles asked, looking at Liam, who nodded in confirmation. “Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic, it is. But, he’s in there and we’re out here. So, the only way to save everyone now is to just divert the train.”

“We have to find him. More so for Emma’s sake.”

“She doesn’t know?” Scott asked.

Liam shook his head, looking down. “I didn’t have the heart to tell her.”

Going back to the matter at hand, Stiles asked, “How?”

Confused, Liam looked at Stiles, eyebrows scrunched. “She’s been freaking out trying to get you--”

“No, no. Finding Corey. How?”

Determined look on his face, Liam looked between Scott and Stiles. “I’m going into the Hunt.”

“No, no, no. Liam, I think you’re confused. We’re trying to get people out of the Hunt.”

Liam noticed glowing green hoof prints as Scott said, “He can get taken by a Ghost Rider.”

“It’s just-- that’s not a pleasant option,” Stiles said, fully ready to argue his case. “I’m speaking from experience.”

Happy about the sudden turn of events, Liam looked back up at his Alpha and his best friend. “I-- I don’t need to get taken to get into the Hunt.”

“Okay, seems like you got an idea, let’s disc--”

Liam bolted it towards the school, putting his own little plan into motion.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back!” Liam yelled, running through the school’s quad.

“Were the three of us like that?” Stiles asked.

Scott looked at his best friend, brows scrunched a little. “Worse.”

Both boys looked at the tracks in front of them, carefully planning out their next moves. “We just have to follow the tracks?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, well--” Stiles said. “Those lead to the woods. This way back into the school.”

They both faced the school, Scott sighing before smirking to himself at catching Emma’s scent, and thinking about his and Emma’s conversation with his next words. “You wanna split up?”

Without missing a beat, Stiles said, “Never again.” He looked at his best friend and patted his shoulder.

“Thank God,” Scott whispered.

They both started their walk along the tracks into the woods.

After walking a few feet in silence, Stiles sighed. “I can’t help but feel like Emma should be with us, ya’know. She’d kill us if she found out we went on an adventure without her.”

Scott chuckled. “I’m sure she’s fine… and a lot closer than you think.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, stopping his steps.

Scott turned and looked at his best friend, smirking after a couple seconds. “You’ll find out soon enough. Come on.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Malia got all up in Peter’s grill, yelling, “Peter!” as loudly as she possibly could, waving her hand in front of his face.

“Malia,” Lydia said.

“What?” she said, snapping her fingers in front of Peter’s face. He couldn’t care less as he was too busy reading a newspaper.

“I got it,” I whispered to Lydia. I put my sights on Malia, saying, “The only way we were able to break through the Hunt… is with an emotional connection.”

“Dang,” Malia sighed. “Wish I could help.”

I heard Lydia sigh next to me, so I copied her sigh, crossing my arms.

“I’m not saying it,” Malia said, eyes dancing between us. “I’m not saying it.”

“Okay,” I said, turning to my left and walking towards the library doors. “Well, I guess everyone dies.”

I heard Lydia’s heels clicking on the ground behind me, Malia’s growl followed soon after. We both turned around, seeing her face Peter and closing her eyes.

Malia took a deep breath, before saying, “Dad. Dad. Dad.”

“Say it like you mean it,” Lydia and I said.

Malia squatted down in front of Peter, closing her eyes once again before opening them again, saying in the most gentle tone I’ve heard come out of her mouth since knowing her, “Dad. Please wake up.”

Peter dropped his newspaper, and that brought hope into my emotions. Malia stood back up as Lydia and I backed away a couple steps as Peter stood up as well, him and Malia locking eyes.

I couldn’t tell if there was recognition in his eyes or confusion, but I wanted to watch this scene play out to see what Mr. Drama Queen’s next move was going to be.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Walking along the tracks in the woods, Stiles was more confused than ever about Scott’s last statement, but that went to the back of his mind when Scott put his arm in front of him.

“Wait, wait. Down,” Scott said, pulling Stiles to stand behind a tree that was split in two.

“Why’re we stopping?” Stiles asked.

Scott pointed in front of them, saying, “It’s there.” The track diverter. “It can’t be this easy.”

“Yes, it can, Scott,” Stiles said, looking at his best friend for a moment. “It can be this easy. For once, let’s do easy.” He stepped between the two trunks of the tree, going for the diverter.

“Okay,” Scott said, following behind Stiles.

Stiles reached forward, but was stopped by a whip wrapping around his wrist. “Oh, God.” He was pulled back, landing on his back with a grunt as Scott rushed forward. As his back hit the ground, Stiles groaned out in pain. “Or not.”

Douglas, who had the whip, pulled on it, sending Stiles back into a cloud of green smoke.

~~~

His back connected to the lockers behind him, Stiles grunting in pain as he landed on the floor. He sat up a little, looking around the room he was in, he said, “Nope. Not easy at all.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

“Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in 12 minutes,” a voice said over the intercom. I finally realized who it was and sighed.

“When I find Scott McCall and Liam Dunbar, both boys are gonna be blessed to have their wolf powers,” I said.

“Why?” Lydia asked.

“Because they’re going to be running away from me as I try to murder their asses,” I said, crossing my arms. She gave me a weird look that I sighed at. “The voice on the PA is Corey’s, which means that he was taken, and Scott and Liam didn’t bother to tell me.”

As I was stewed in my being upset, Malia explained everything to Peter, who was sitting on top of the bench he was just preoccupying.

Peter turned to face us, looking at Malia. “Me? You want me to stop them? You know how many there are?”

“Yeah,” Malia said. “A lot of them. So get going.”

“Oh, Malia,” I said, face palming.

She grabbed Peter’s arm, pulling him off from the top of the bench.

“There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library,” Peter said, the three of us girls walking behind him. “It’s impossible.”

“Nothing’s impossible,” I said.

“We can try,” Malia said.

“Where do you get this implausible optimism?” Peter asked.

“Definitely not from my father,” Malia retorted, walking around him, Lydia and I following.

“We don’t have time for this,” I said.

“We need someone to just hear us,” Lydia said.

“I think we already did,” Peter said.

As we stood by a dark archway, wind hit us in the face as a Ghost Rider came stalking towards us, flipping his jacket back like a cape.

“Oh, God,” I said. “This is so not going to be easy.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Coming out of the locker room, Stiles heard Scott yell out his name. As he rounded the corner, the two almost ran right into each other, Scott reeling his arm back in defense mode.

“Damn! Man! Are you okay?” Scott asked.

“I think so. I finally saw the girls’ locker room,” Stiles said. “Now I know why Emma spends all her time in ours. It’s not that different. It’s kind of disappointing.”

“What just happened?” Scott asked, both boys now walking down the hall together.

“I don’t know. The worlds-- I think they’re collapsing in on each other.”

They heard Corey’s voice over the PA, saying, “Attention, all passengers. The train will be arriving in 11 minutes.”

“Em’s gonna kill me,” Scott whispered before he looked over at Stiles. “We gotta get back to the diverter.”

“Yeah,” Stiles said. “Wait, why is Emma gonna kill you?”

“I may or may not have told her that Corey got taken,” Scott said, more of a question than a statement.

“God, you’re a dumbass.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The boys both went to exit through the double doors, but ran into a slight problem. Both of them disappeared into another cloud of green smoke.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Malia decided that now was the time to activate her Were side; her Coyote Blues shining and fangs on display. She even brought out her claws. Going to move to slash at the Ghost Rider, Lydia and I jumped in front of her.

“Get behind us,” I said. “They won’t take Banshees.”

“You sure about that?” Peter asked, coming to stand a couple of feet in front of us. The Ghost Rider whipped at us with his whip, Lydia and I jumping back with grunts, our breathing quick.

Peter brought out his claws and slashed at the Rider… only his claws did nothing. He did it once more just to see, nervously chuckling before everybody else started panicking. He kept slashing at the Rider, nothing happening, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

Lydia, Malia and I turned around and booked it… only to be stopped by another Rider after a few steps, the Rider circling his whip around his head, bringing it down to, well, whip one of us. Malia pushed me into Lydia, getting us out of the way of the Rider’s whip. Malia’s arm was the victim in this as the whip cracked on her.

“Malia!” I heard Peter yell. Awww, he’s trying to be a good father… for once. He ran over to us, holding his daughter from behind, saying mine and Lydia’s name, pushing Malia into us. He stood in between the Riders looking at each one before doing a 180 and grabbing the side of the bench closest to him, kicking the Rider in the chest, successfully knocking him down.

“He did it,” Malia said.

Peter went to kick at the Rider he’d just knocked down, only to be pushed back by the Rider’s foot. He slid on the ground for a moment before standing, grabbing the Rider’s arm that held the whip, aiming to toss him into the other Rider… who dodged his friend and let him fall to the ground. The Ghost Rider still standing stalked over to Peter, who ducked as the Rider tried to crack his whip at him. The former Alpha put the Rider into a headlock, only to be tossed over onto the floor.

“He’s not doing so well,” I whispered.

The first Rider he’d knocked down picked him up from the floor, putting his back against the end of the bookshelf, trying to suffocate him.

“Malia, go!” Peter said the best he could.

The three of us booked it out of the library, leaving Peter to defend for himself. I guess Malia had other plans because I watched as she stopped and turned around to face Peter, who again, was being held up by a Rider.

“Em, come on!” Lydia yelled.

The last thing I heard as I ran with Lydia into the hallway was Malia growling.

Coming to a stop in the hallway across from the library, I looked at Lydia, taking in deep breaths. “Ya’know,” I said, swallowing hard. “She’s never gonna learn.”

Lydia chuckled at me, shaking her head.

Having a weird feeling, I looked at the hall in front of me, not sure if Lydia felt it, too. I guess I didn’t care whether or not she did because I just started walking, following my gut instinct.

I felt Scott’s presence in the school, not really feeling anyone else's. Guess that part of my abilities is slowly fading just like my hearing. Awesome.

But as I walked further into the hallway, I could feel someone else’s presence.

Stiles.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Back slamming into the lockers again, Stiles groaned in pain, exclaiming, “Damn iiiiiit!” He grunted and panted, walking towards the door. He opened it, but to his surprise, a Ghost Rider was standing on the other side waiting for him.

After the Rider pointed his gun at Stiles, he grabbed the Rider's wrist, trying to get him to drop it. Instead of dropping his gun, the Rider shot off a single shot, pushing Stiles off of him.

“Scott, I can’t fight this guy!” Stiles yelled.

The Rider cocked his gun and pointed it back at Stiles, gunshot ringing out as Stiles ducked out of the way. When Stiles stood again, the Rider had his gun pointing at his head.

Thinking back to when Emma was in the Vault, he closed his eyes, his last thought of his beautiful girlfriend.

Or so he thought.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Stiles’ presence led me to the girl’s locker room, where I saw a Ghost Rider pointing his gun at Stiles’ head. Oh, hell no.

I lifted my hands, letting out my Banshee scream, sending the Rider into the lockers and down to the ground, either passed out or dead, I didn’t care. I just wanted my Stiles back as I ran into the locker room.

Seeing him for the first time in months, tears started to form in my eyes. I pulled my lips over to the left side of my face, turning my head a little to the right. “I didn’t say it back.” I guess he was just as shocked as I was, but he disregarded it, walking towards me, saying, “You don’t have to.”

I met him halfway, our lips meeting in a long, overdue kiss. Our lips moved in sync as we enjoyed being with each other again. When I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I pulled away, looking him in the eyes, him doing the same.

I sighed, tears flowing down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around his middle, putting my head against this chest, never wanting to let go.

He returned the hug, putting his arms around my shoulders and resting his head on top of mine.

“Come on, let’s go find Scott,” he said. He took my hand, leading me out of the locker room and down the hall. We got about halfway when my eyes lit up their Banshee Green. “Emma?” “Found him,” I said.

Stiles’ grip on my hand got a little tighter as we ran down the hall towards the doors. We had just put our hands on the handle when we heard his mother’s voice, turning to our left. Nothing was there.

“Stiles? Stiles, is that you?” Claudia’s voice rang through.

“Mom?” Stiles asked, quietly.

“Babe, that’s not your mom,” I said, him pulling me to walk down the other hallway.

“I know who it is. I know her voice. You do, too.”

“No, handsome. That’s the Wild Hunt. They’re tricking you. Stiles, babe, please believe me.” We came to a stop as I continued my explanation. “The Wild Hunt brought her back, but she’s not real.”

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. “What do you mean brought her back?”

“Stiles,” Claudia said. We looked down the hall at her as she walked towards us. “I know what you’ve been through. I know how much you love your father.”

Stiles let go of my hand, walking towards his mother… who wasn’t actually his mother. What scared me the most about this whole thing wasn’t the fact that her face changed from the Claudia I once knew as a kid to one of a Ghost Rider, but the fact that Stiles was believing that this was his mother.

As Claudia came to a stop in front of Stiles, her voice distorted as she said, “But I love him more. Even from the Hunt, you somehow wormed your way back into his memory.”

“Yeah, worming’s one of my skills,” Stiles retorted. Even facing danger, he’s still his old, sarcastic self.

I took the few steps towards him, lacing my left fingers with his right, wrapping my right hand around his arm and I turned my body to face him. “That thing is conjured from your dad’s pain. If he remembers you, he can’t believe in her.”

“That’s why you have to go,” Claudia said.

She stepped forward as I pushed Stiles back, ready to scream before she grabbed my throat, successfully stopping it from exiting my body. Stiles came back, though, to save me from asphyxiation… only to put himself in my spot.

“You shouldn’t treat your mother that way,” Claudia said.

“You’re not my mother,” he said, voice strained.

I was too busy grabbing at my own throat and taking deep breaths while leaning on the wall to realize that Claudia had backed Stiles up into the wall next to them a few feet down.

I looked up and over in the direction I heard Scott’s roar, my own eyes responding. Since his roar was louder than what I’ve always heard, the Were part of me responded, my own roar filling up the space, though it was mixed with my Banshee scream.

I looked down at Claudia, not liking the fact that Stiles was turning purple.

“He believes in me,” she said. “Dreams. So hard to kill.”

Sheriff walked in front of me, facing his son and not-so-real wife. “But not impossible.” He shot at her, the bullet going right through her.

“Noah,” she said. “Your bullets can’t hurt me.”

I walked up next to Sheriff, hearing Lydia’s heels clicking on the linoleum floor. I turned and looked at her before looking back at Claudia and Stiles.

“Fire again,” I said, voice hoarse from being grasped and then screaming.

Sheriff fired off another bullet, Lydia and I holding our hands in front of us, both of us screaming. Aaaaaaand my voice is now gone.

I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees, feeling Lydia’s hands on my back as we felt rumbling, hearing horses neighing. Lydia leaned me up, pressing me into Sheriff’s side as we all collectively heard the Ghost Riders chittering, lights flickering on and off.

I groaned quietly, putting my hands over my ears as the unmistakable sound of a train squealing on the tracks filled my ears. When the noise passed, I uncovered my ears, looking over at Lydia… then everything went black.

~~~

Waking up the next morning, I felt a weight on my waist. Confused, I looked at who the arm belonged to, smiling when I saw Stiles, sleeping like a baby. Carefully, I rolled from my left side to my right, only to realize that when I flipped over to face him, we were clothing optional. I guess I had a really good time with Stiles last night.

Smiling at my handsome boyfriend, I leaned up as gently as I could to press my lips to his, only to be beaten by said boy himself. Humming as we pulled apart, I smiled and licked my lips. “Hm. I’ve missed that so much.”

“Me, too,” he said. “Me, too.”

“Since we still have to go to school, let’s get up, get our showers and head off, okay?” I said, poking his nose.

He groaned in protest, pulling me closer to his body. “No. I vote we stay right here all day.”

“Stiles,” I warned. “It’s our last day of school.” I sat up, excited. “Our last day as Seniors.” I threw the covers off me, grabbing a shirt from the pile on the floor and putting it on. “Get dressed.” I said, dashing out of his room and into mine. I quickly got dressed, hair and makeup done when Stiles showed up in my doorway.

I looked at him after shouldering my backpack purse and smiled. “What?” He smirked at me, shaking his head. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”

Smiling as I walked toward him, I reached my hand out, asking him to take it. “Ask the parentals.”

Shaking his head again, he chuckled. “You really need to stop watching early 2000’s movies. You quote them too much.”

“Oh, like you and Star Wars?” I retorted.

“Hey, don’t knock Star Wars. You always fall asleep.” I nodded once, smirk on my own face. “That I do. Now, let’s go.”

~~~

Pulling up into the school’s parking lot, Stiles parked his Jeep in his usual spot before getting out and rounding the Jeep, opening my door and helping me out. He pulled me into his side, giving me a sweet kiss before walking me inside of Beacon Hills High School for the last time as a student.

Classes went by like normal, all of us having the last class of the day together.

“Have a great summer, everyone,” Mr. Croft said. I think it went on deaf ears as most of the class left.

“No,” Stiles said.

“To the Seniors, I’ll see you at graduation.”

“No, no, no, no. That’s it? What?” Stiles turned around and faced me, Malia sitting behind me, Scott and Lydia in the desks next to me.

“Last day ever,” Scott said, a smile plastered all over his face.

“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed.

Stiles looked back at me, saying, “Well, it just feels so anticlimactic.”

“Well, there’s the whole graduation thing,” Lydia said.

“I’ve gotta go to summer school or I can’t do the whole graduation thing,” Malia said.

Scott got up out of his seat, saying, “Let’s do it.” Malia, Lydia and I following suit.

“No, come on,” Stiles protested. “Wait… guys. This can’t be it.”

I was standing at my locker, cleaning it out for the last time ever. It was weird that I was going to miss a locker, but it’d been mine for the last four years. What can I say? I was attached.

“I can’t believe we’re not in high school anymore,” Scott said, gaining my attention. He was talking to Stiles, but I didn’t care. “Kind of feels like nothing’s really changed.”

Having a hand on my locker door to close it, I looked from Scott to Stiles as he lifted his head up and over to look at me. Smiling at him, I grabbed the ring that occupied my neck.

“Everything’s changed,” Stiles said. He reached out for my hand, and I gladly took it, lacing our fingers.

Walking out to his Jeep, it really started to hit that high school life is over, and the real world is about to hit us in the face. Hard.

Letting go of my hand, Stiles handed me his backpack before giving me a quick kiss. We’d been doing that a lot since we saved him from the Hunt. He messed around with something under the hood as I put our bags in the backseat, where I knew I was going to be sitting.

“Okay!” Stiles said, coming around to the back of the Jeep. “So, Liam, since you’re the new Alpha--”

“He’s not an Alpha,” I interrupted. I looked at Liam, winking, “I got your six.”

“Well, ya’know, Alpha-In-Training.”

“He’d have to kill an Alpha,” I retorted.

“Babe,” Stiles said, causing me to chuckle. He looked back at his intended target. “Liam, since you’re taking over, the most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who’s there to save your ass all the time.”

“Well, not all the time,” Scott said, offense in his voice.

“Most of the time though.”

“You sound a little bit proud there, babe,” I said.

“Little bit,” he said, looking down at me. He looked back at Mason, train of thought going back to the station it was originally stopping at. “Which is why… I think you’re gonna need this,” he said, reaching into the Jeep and pulling out his trusty bat.

“Aw, not your trusty bat!” I whined.

“Uh, I don’t play baseball,” Mason said.

“Right, neither do I. It’s-- it’s not the point,” Stiles said, handing the bat to Mason.

“Okay, thanks.”

“There you go,” Stiles said, Mason and Liam walking away. “Love you guys. Alright. I leave you with this.” He pulled out a roll of duct tape, handing it to Scott. “Ya’know, hurt her and I’ll kill you.”

I scrunched my brows. “Since when is Roscoe a girl name?”

Stiles looked at me, giving me an unamused look. “Would you just go with it?”

I chuckled, putting my hands up.

“You sure you won’t need it?” Scott asked.

“It’s okay. Emma and I are gonna fly to DC. She’s gonna help me move into my dorm, so…”

I sighed, not wanting to be thinking about the 80 minute flight I’d be taking after. Thinking about being 443 miles away from Stiles is already sending me into a state of anxiety. “Then Mom’s gonna fly to DC with a connecting flight to Boston to help me move into mine. I don’t even know I got in to Harvard.”

“Your mom, plus you’re a genius,” Scott said.

“The real question is; how did you, Scott McCall, get into UC Davis?” I sassed.

“How did Stiles get into George Washington?” Scott asked back.

“I don’t know,” Stiles said. “Uh, your dad. The, uh, big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program.” “Pre-FBI,” Scott and I said. I was so proud of each of my boys, equally.

I looked down, tears starting to fill my eyes. “Wow, I guess we’re not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body.”

Stiles put his arm around my shoulder. “No, we’re not.” He pulled out a keyring with a crap ton of keys on it, tossing them around lightly in his hand.

“Ya’know, you can keep the Jeep,” Scott said.

“No, I -- I want you to have it,” Stiles said, looking up at Scott, handing him the keys.

“Woah. Stiles, these aren’t the keys to the Jeep.”

“Well, that’s one to your house, another to your room, Emma’s house, uh… master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff station, Emma’s Jeep--”

“You made a copy of my Jeep key?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. Just in case you wanted me to drive it somewhere and you don’t have your set, so…” he explained.

I smiled at him, cupping his cheek with my right hand. “You’re such a cute little psychopath.”

“Guys,” Scott said.

“Right, sorry,” Stiles said. “Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made, so…”

I reached into his right pocket, taking the actual keys to the Jeep out, looking at them.

“They still need us,” Stiles said, looking over at the students piling out of the school.

“They’ll always need us,” Scott agreed.

“And, ya’know, I--” Stiles said. “I need you--” He looked down at me as I nodded my head before he looked back up at Scott. “To… be my best man.”

Scott looked at us, eyes wide with shock. “You’re getting married?”

“Well, not right away, but we know we want to. I already have Lydia as a bridesmaid. I asked Malia, but she said wearing a dress makes her feel too girly, so she opted out,” I said. “We’re gonna miss you, Scotty,” I added, a tear falling down my cheek.

“No, really, I need you, though, uh-- I lost my license in the Hunt. So you have to drive,” Stiles said.

“Babe, your dad is the Sheriff and my dad is his right hand Deputy,” I chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll let it slide. You drive.” I held the keys up to him, smiling.

Scott put the duct tape back in the Jeep, all three of us moving to get in. Me first through the drivers side, taking my place in the middle with Scott and Stiles in their respective seats.

I leaned forward, hands on the backs of each seat as Stiles started the Jeep, his police radio coming on.

“Unit Four, repeat,” Sheriff said. “You’re telling me there’s a body in the woods?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Unit Four said. “There’s a body in the woods...”

I reached forward, turning the radio off as I looked between each boy that was looking at each other.

All I could do was smile and put my arm around Stiles’ front as he pulled out of the parking lot. I had my best friend, who was more like a brother. I had my other best friends, who were both currently planning out their summers since they were both single bitches. Get it, girls.

But the most important person who I had in my life… was Stiles.

And I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life with him.

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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 28 AHEAD!

“Okay, fire!” Lydia called out and the ten slivers of water Zaida was controlling flew through the air like knives at bulletspeed as her palms snapped forward and outwards from their parallel position, as if she was pushing - and technically, she was. The empty water bottles stacked atop the Lacrosse bleachers clattered to the grass in shredded pieces. Unfortunately, the bench beneath them also split into two, leaving one side drooping as it lost connection to its centre support beam.

“You’re getting stronger,” Stiles noted with an impressed nod as he climbed up the steps to run his fingers along the sharp edge of the serrated metal seat.

“Aim is still a bit rusty.” Zaida grimaced at the damage she’d caused. “You think Coach will notice?”

“Coach still hasn’t noticed my name isn’t ‘Bilinski’.” Stiles snorted. “He’s not gonna see it.”

“We’ve been practising for a whole month, and I’m still no closer to perfecting my blocks. We should be focusing on that, instead of this. This, I’m good at.” Zaida huffed, resting her hands on her hips. Using her powers always left her fatigued. “The other day, I was in the library and I felt you get absolutely slammed at practice. Lucky the place was dead, otherwise people would have seen me get knocked on my ass seemingly out of nowhere.”

Since practising with Lydia and Stiles, Zaida’s powers had been getting stronger. Unfortunately, that meant all of her abilities were heightened, including her telempathy. Instead of just feeling echoes of emotions, she was starting to feel physical sensations as if they were happening to her, and her nervous system was responding in kind. The impact of Stiles getting knocked down had caused her own muscles to respond to the force, and she’d fallen too.

“We’ll work on blocks tomorrow. You’ve pushed yourself hard enough for today.” Stiles pointed out with a worried glance. He handed her a spare bottle of water - a full one, this time - and she took it gratefully, unscrewing the cap and drawing it to her lips.

“I should probably head home soon so I don’t get another lecture.” She rolled her eyes just thinking about what was probably awaiting her at the apartment.

“Xander’s still giving you crap about training?” The boy asked, looking to Lydia for an answer as Zaida sculled her water.

“He thinks that the more powerful she gets, the easier it will be for other supernaturals to sense what she is.” The redhead explained with a shrug. “And he’s probably not wrong.”

“At least he’s stopped leaving case files of werewolf victims around the apartment for me to ‘accidentally’ find. Guess he finally got the message that I’m not going to abandon you guys just because Scott’s a wolf.” Zaida wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Things are getting better, but they’re still tense. Just wait until he sees the results from Harris’ pop quiz today.”

“That exam was hard, don’t beat yourself up over it, Zay.” Lydia sighed, encouraging her friend.

“What did you even get? Because I guarantee it was better than me.” Stiles chuckled humourlessly.

“She got an eighty-four, it’s not even that bad.” The redhead assured the brunette and Stiles’ jaw dropped.

“That’s the mark you’re ashamed of? That’s still a ‘B’.” He pointed out. “I got a sixty-five.”

“It’s a B minus .” She reiterated. “Which isn’t good enough for Xander. I’m usually a straight ‘A’ student, and I finally managed to get my grades back up after all the Kanima business, only for that asshole of a chemistry teacher to surprise us with the quiz from the ninth circle of hell.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say it was the ninth circle. Possibly the sixth?” Lydia jested with a tilt of her head and a sly smirk.

“Yeah, maybe for you. You still got a ninety-seven.” Zaida scoffed and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder dramatically. “God, I can’t wait for summer.”

“That makes both of us.” Stiles groaned. “Four long weeks to go, and I am counting down the days.”

“Let’s just hope Harris’ final isn’t as bad as the quiz was. I need to keep my average up for end-of-year reports.” Zaida pursed her lips. “We’re still all studying for the English exam on Wednesday, right?”

“Yeah, Scott and Allison are going to meet us at the library.” Stiles nodded in confirmation.

“Because that won’t be awkward at all.” The brunette drawled sarcastically. The two still hadn’t spoken to each other since their break-up, much to Scott’s dismay. Zaida herself hadn’t exchanged any conversation past polite pleasantries with the huntress. Allison had moved into an apartment building just down the street from Zaida’s and whilst she was still part of the group, she was distant from all of them except Lydia. Zaida found it funny how the girl had thrown the redhead to the side for months only to then latch onto her when she had no one else. Well, not funny so much as slightly unbelievable. “Isaac’s coming too.”

“Great.” Stiles’ mood instantly shifted as his eyes darkened. He’d made it abundantly clear that he liked the boy about as much as he trusted him - which was not at all.

“Jackson might come too.” Lydia piped up with a hopeful glint in her green eyes.

“That’s what he always says, but you know he never shows up,” Zaida spoke gently, knowing it was a touchy subject for the girl. Jackson was moving to London as soon as Sophmore year was over. He still was coming to terms with everything that had happened, and apparently being around them just reminded him of the things he’d done, so he usually avoided it. Usually, being always.

“This time could be different,” Lydia suggested, still holding on. Stiles looked away, busying himself with tying his shoelaces - even though Zaida could have sworn they were already tied. She could feel a pang of sadness in her chest. Was it his, or was it her own? She couldn’t really tell sometimes.

“So, you really think she's gonna come back to you?” Stiles asked as he carried his Lacrosse equipment across the field, his best friend next to him.

“Yeah, I know she is.” Scott insisted, still convinced that he and Allison would eventually get back together. “What about you and Lydia?”

“Ahh. Well, the ten-year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me is currently on the back burner. I don’t think she’s ever gonna notice me in that way, man, and I can’t force it. If it’s gonna happen then It’ll happen on its own.” Stiles shrugged. He wasn’t bitter about it by any means, but he couldn’t deny it was still disappointing.

“Why don't you just ask her out?” Scott suggested as if it were the easiest and most obvious option in the world.

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles scoffed sceptically. “Why don't you just get into the goal and help me make team captain like you promised, there, big guy!”

“Hey, you know what I just realized?” Scott said as he stepped between the goalposts. “I'm right back where I started.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles questioned, not quite understanding what he was getting at.

“I mean, no lacrosse. No popularity. No girlfriend. Nothing.” The boy shrugged as he answered.

“Dude, you still got me!” Stiles huffed, feigning at being offended.

“I had you before.” Scott smiled, spotting a redhead and brunette approaching from the other end of the field.

“Yeah, and you still got me, okay? It's a life fulfilled.” Stiles grinned, scooping the ball into his net with a tilt of his stick. “Now, remember - no wolf powers.”

“Got it.” Scott nodded and got into position.

“No, I meant it! No super-fast reflexes, no super-eyesight, no hearing…none of that crap, okay?” Stiles eyed his best friend warily. “You promise?”

“Would you just take the shot already?” Scott cried out in exasperation, and Stiles pulled the stick back and launched the ball through the air. Scott’s eyes glowed yellow as he caught the ball with superhuman speed.

“I said no wolf powers!” Stiles complained, appalled.

“Scott cheats during games, why wouldn’t he cheat in practice too?” Zaida’s voice from behind him made Stiles jump, swinging the Lacrosse stick around and unintentionally almost knocking the girl in the head. Lydia stood just a little way off, crossing her arms and waving hello.

“Watch where you point that thing.” Zaida managed to dodge the equipment easily. “Last day of Sophmore year is over and you guys are…practicing Lacrosse?”

“Well, you got any better suggestions?” Scott asked, approaching from the goals.

“I do, actually. The rest of us are celebrating with burgers and drinks at the Preserve. Wanna come?” She offered with a smirk.

“The rest of you being…?” Stiles questioned with a narrowed gaze.

“Yes, Isaac is coming.” Zaida rolled her eyes, knowing what he was really asking. She looked past him to Scott. “Allison’s gonna be there too.”

The wolf looked at his best friend with hopeful eyes, and Stiles sighed heavily, giving in. “ Fine .” he relented.

“We’ll pack up the gear and meet you in the car park." Scott nodded and both boys packed up their things and headed towards the locker rooms.

Lydia and Zaida didn’t have to wait long in her black Beetle for the boys to arrive and hop into the Jeep. Lydia pulled out of her car spot and waited for Stiles to do the same before driving off, leading the way to the spot where they’d organised to meet the others. Isaac and Allison had been tasked with picking up drinks and food respectively. When they got there, they all helped carry something through the woods to the spot that overlooked the whole of Beacon Hills. The summer air was hot even though the sun was dipping under the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange. They ate, and laughed, and some of them drank until only the dull moonlight and twinkling lights of town miles away from them illuminated the night.

Zaida was nursing a sour grape cruiser, sitting alone on a rock overlooking town when Stiles noticed she’d gone strangely quiet. He could immediately sense something was off as he took a seat next to her and bumped her leg playfully with his knee. “What’s wrong?” He asked - the others were too distracted to notice.

“Lydia just told me that her dad’s coming to pick her up on Sunday. He’s taking her to spend a week with him in Los Angeles.” She explained in a low voice.

“But…weren’t you girls supposed to leave for Monterey on Sunday?” He realised and Zaida nodded.

“I know how much Lydia wants to see her dad though. He’s never around, and I couldn’t ask her to miss out for me. We can always go another time.” Zaida tried to brush it off even though she was extremely disappointed. She’d been looking forward to their trip for months.

“You know…I could still take you?” Stiles offered and she looked to him in surprise. “Don’t look so shocked. I once promised you I would take you, didn’t I? I’m a man of my word.”

“Even though I ditched you to go with Lydia?” She arched a brow, still feeling slightly guilty for pushing Stiles out of the trip.

“I get it - it made more sense for the two of you to go. It would have raised less suspicion.” He shrugged.

“How would we explain it?” She wondered. “Xander thought I was going to Lydia’s lake house with her.”

“You can still go ahead with that story. Lydia won’t be in town and Xander would never find out she was actually with her dad in LA and not with you.” He suggested.

“What would you tell your dad?” Zaida questioned, pointing out the flaw in his plan.

“I could say I’m going on a camping trip with Scott?” It was the first thing that came to his mind. “Dad won’t question it.”

“The problem with that is Scott’s not going to be out of town. What if they run into each other? And won’t Scott be wanting to hang out? What are you going to tell him about where you are? And what if Xander and your dad talk and they realise that both of us are supposedly out of town on separate trips? They’d definitely think something’s up.” She listed everything that could possibly go wrong, her mind working on overdrive.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.” He admitted and scoured his brains for an answer. “Okay, new plan. You keep your story the way it is. I’ll tell my Dad that I’m staying at Scott’s for a few days, so if he does talk to Xander he’ll think I’m still in town. Then I’ll tell Scott I’ve got the flu and can’t go out. He’ll be so busy moping about Allison going to France for the summer that he won’t be going anywhere, so Dad won’t see him in town. Then when we get back you just tell Xander the trip got cut short because Lydia’s dad wanted to take her to LA. It means we’ll only get a couple of days, but it’s better than nothing.”

“That…” Zaida slowly nodded as she processed everything, her excitement sparking. “That could actually work.”

“So…is that a yes?” He raised a brow and turned to him with a broad smile.

“That’s a definitely!” Zaida agreed and held up her drink in a cheersing motion before taking a long swig. She’d get to go to the beach house after all.

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🐺 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 🐺

Hi! I’m Bee (18+) and I’m a Literate looking for anyone who is interested in doing a teen wolf roleplay. I am specifically looking for DOUBLES (Oc x Cc) and we can move to discord!

Wanted characters :

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𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

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► 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝟹 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜.

► 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 BxG, GxB 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜. (𝚘𝚌 𝚡 𝚌𝚌)

► 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝙼𝚡𝙵 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙵𝚡𝙵 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

► 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

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silentmacabre · 10 months

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atortahoe · 2 years

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Around The Fur Chap 1

This was something I made just for my cousin and I's entertainment, but feel free to enjoy as well. I have not edited this for grammatical or spelling errors. And I obviously have specific ideas of what Winter and Amala look like and will post character profiles later bc why not.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Wolf Moon

“Yes, thank you for your help Scott.” I rolled my eyes playfully as Scott walked over to his pull up bar and hoisted himself up.

He laughed boyishly, shaking his hair out of his face as he pulled himself up several times. “Why would I help when you’re already doing great? Plus all you have to do is submit it now.” I rolled my eyes again but couldn’t help but to take in how absolutely gorgeous he was. All last summer I spent most of my time helping him train for the team. It didn’t matter how much I could or would beg my Dad to maybe show Scott favoritism on the team- Scott would at least have to show for it somehow.

And he did, at least in physique. No longer was he the awkwardly tall slender Freshman, but now was filling out more and more. It was like puberty hit him like a train or something. Then to top it off, he grew like 5 more inches over that summer too. I was convinced there was something Melissa was adding to his food at first. But then Melissa reminded us both of how tall and well built his father was. “My eyes are up here.” Scott joked and I quickly looked back at the laptop, embarrassed to be caught staring at him for so long. For a moment I decided that I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I mean there was no reason to be.

I slid the laptop off my lap and instead stood up, stretching my legs as I walked over to Scott. He pulled himself up more a few times before dropping his feet and standing. I was still a respectable distance from him, maybe an arms length but I was fighting with myself to get closer. It just seemed perfect. To kiss him, and to maybe ask him if he wanted to go on a date or whatever process people do to get into a relationship.

“Maybe it’s hard for me to look you in the eyes because you tend to grow overnight?” I said playfully, stepping a bit closer as I did. There was a growing tension between us, building over for at least a year or two. I always knew Scott had somewhat of a crush on me, and maybe if things beyond us were perfect, I would act on it. But things weren’t. Besides him and maybe my best friend Amala- nothing in my life was perfect anymore.

Now I was close, too close to call it platonic. I could feel his breath feather across my face, smelling fresh of the colgate he just used. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, just barely hidden within his olive tanned skin. I looked down from his dark brown eyes to his seemingly pillow soft lips, they were rounded into a chagrin yet boyish smile. I could just close that gap, but I stopped. Heartbeat between my ears I could barely even think about the consequences of crossing this line with my best friend of all people.

I didn’t need that added to my plate. Between the bullshit at school with that asshole Whittemore and his redhead chihuahua, my parents divorcing and my mom constantly threatening my dad to move me down to Santa Monica with her, and now Amala having her hands full with helping Isaac move in with her and her family- I couldn’t lose Scott. Not right now.

“Did you hear that?” He asked me and I stepped away, my hands raising to cover my face except all embarrassment was lost when a loud creek eerily echoed through the empty house. Immediately he grabbed his shirt and a jacket and quickly got dressed.

“I thought your mom was at work?” I asked him in a hushed whisper, fear only growing when he responded that she was. The moment his hand was free I grabbed him tightly. Now my heart was pounding so far I could feel the early tastes of an anxiety attack. “Scott,” I whispered, now tugging at the back of his shirt as I trailed him down the steps. “Scott, let's just stay upstairs, please.” I begged, the saliva in the back of my throat began to taste metallic and I could see it was happening.

But he didn’t answer, instead he continued to walk and I stupidly continued to follow. “Boo!” I screamed into his shirt more from frustration than anything when Stiles' limp body hung from the rafters of the patio roof. “I gotcha!” He giggled, flipping his body over to safely land. “Oh shit- hey Winter.” He said, dragging the last syllables of my name in a suggestive manner.

Scott let go of my hand and I did his shirt which only made Stiles laugh cynically. “Stiles what are you doing here?” Scott asked and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Well, you weren’t answering your phone and I assumed you were alseep but now-” I raised my hands and turned around to go back inside but Stiles hauled himself over the railing and grabbed at my shirt. “Wait! No you have to hear this- they found a body at the nature reserve!” He said excitedly.

“A dead body?” Scott asked.

“No, a body of water- yes dumb ass, a dead body!” He snickered and I couldn’t help but to giggle. “And Winter you have to come, if you don’t then he won’t.” I cackled which let him know exactly what I felt about his dumb ass statement.

“Absolutely not, you’d have to pay-”

“I’ll do your Chem and Algebra homework from the next two months.” Stiles blurted and I squinted at him, still unsure. “I’ll do Amala’s too.”

“Boy you aint have to say nothing but a word!” I clapped my hands together. “Well!” I began to usher Scott off the porch so we could leave. Stiles fist bumped himself before running off to his car in delight. “Scott what’s the worst that could happen? I have a taser in my purse, a police grade one from Stiles’ Daddy. I’ll protect you.” I joked and Scott sighed, but I knew the answer yes. For me and Stiles, the answer was always yes.

“I call shotgun!”

The car ride was very soothing, especially for what we were going to do. Stiles was talking enough for the 3 of us, answering his own questions without missing a beat and seemingly not knowing or caring that neither Scott or I weren’t paying attention. Scott sat behind me, his hand hidden by the darkness from Stiles’ eyes as he rubbed his thumb into my shoulder.

Physical contact was a big thing for Scott. Melissa said it was because she never put him down as a baby. He almost always had to be touching something like a child in a department store. Hands, hair, shoulder, elbow, etc. Scott didn’t care, and he saw it for exactly what it was. Just physical contact. Warmth. Comfort. I turned my head and kissed one of his fingers lightly which made him pause for a moment before starting again.

I loved Scott. Him and I were diaper buddies, our moms babysitting while the other worked. After Mr. McCall left, my mom practically lived in to help her drag Melissa out of her depression- to help with Scott who didn’t know what to think or do, but at least he had Stiles and I. His mom, my mom. And sometimes when my dad’s thoughts were coherent and his head was on his shoulders- he had my dad too.

But I didn’t know if I could ever love Scott the way he wanted me to. Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t be such a stupid fuck up. “We’re here!” Stiles exclaimed happily as he pulled into a deserted entrance of the national park. “Yay! Okay so-”

And again for almost half a mile they went back and forth bantering about the woods and the body, Stiles walking way too fast for a boy who wasn’t supposed to be abusing his adderall or had a best friend who was asthmastic. I dug in my purse and handed one to him, it was his back up that Melissa had given to me for when he lost his. Which was frequent. “You have to find your other one, it’s probably somewhere in Stiles' messy ass room” I whispered.

“My room isn’t messy just because you lost something in there!” Stiles called over his shoulder, “But I did see it like two weeks ago, I swear.” Stiles said defensively, probably remembering that it had been exactly two days prior to me requesting for him to find Scott’s inhaler.

“Maybe the one who is severely asthematic should be holding the flashlight?” Scott asked sarcastically, trying his best to fight against his wheezing. I glanced down at his inhaler in his hand, itching to encourage him to actually use it and smiling when he leaned against a tree to do so. “Stiles wait up!” He groaned.

“Stiles!” I call out, not exactly wanting to lose the only person with a car but definitely not the wheezing asthamtic. I sighed, switching my weight onto my foot as I decided obviously to stay close to Scott. “I can’t believe he drove us here just to ditch us.” I said deflatedly, my words taking a few moments to process that Stiles had probably done that on purpose. I couldn’t tell if maybe he had finally caught onto what I had said or possibly implied.

Scott took a slow deep breath, finally regaining himself. “This is your fault,” Scott chuckled and smirked that same boyish smirk he always made. “If you had said no, we could be home.” I knew he was joking, but a large part of me actually wished I had. My dumbass didn’t even wear the correct shoes, just a pair of crocs- and not even the winter oriented ones. “We could be home, warm, safe and not soaked.”

“That's what she said,” I mumbled to myself. “I know but did you see how excited I looked now that I know I'm finally going to pass Chemistry? I'm sure knowing how happy that's going to make me will make this all worthwhile.” I walked closer and grabbed his hand, blowing my warm breath into his palm. He wasn’t cold, he never usually was. He had a way of always having nice warm hands. “Let's go find Stiles?”

We trekked up the last hill we saw Stiles disappear over before stopping immediately. There, only maybe 20 yards away, stood not just Stiles but his father and several other deputies. “Scott!” His father called out, “Scott are you out there?” We both ducked down, bellies now rubbing against cold dead leaves as we waited for the right time to slide down the hill and somehow make our way to Stiles' car.

“Well that's not good,” I sighed as we sat at the base for a moment, trying to figure out exactly which direction to walk to. “Are you okay?”

Scott sighed and pulled himself up, “Yeah, let's just get out of here. I wanted to get a full night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” I frowned at how frustrated and disappointed he sounded. I stood up as well and for a little while we walked around in silence. I didn’t think he was mad at me, or Stiles, but more so mad at himself for allowing us to come here. “Did you hear that?” He asked, stopping and looking up at the bare canopies above us. Ravens or crows, I don't know, all sat perched above us. Cawing and cawing and cawing- bickering almost.

“No, what did you hear?” I asked, now wary that we were in the woods alone- late at night with a killer on the loose. It definitely wasn’t my smartest idea and I began to feel regretful that I even agreed to let the 3 of us out here. What were these two going to even do with a dead fucking body? Ask what happened?

Suddenly, the birds stopped. They had become almost like background noise and now that they stopped the silence engulfed us almost uncomfortably. “Scott,” I pulled at my purse, my hands shaking so hard I could barely find my taser. It was a gift from Sheriff Stilinski a few months back when the attacks started. He told me, Winter, that bear spray ain't gonna do you no good, the wind will just blow it back, then proceeded to give me the heaviest and largest taser I had ever seen. Stiles even bedazzled it for me, my name in pink shiny rhinestones down the handle and even on the pink wrist strap that I tied securely around my wrist. It even had a flash light setting. “Scott!”

“Yeah?” He turned around, almost not realizing how large of a gap was between us. Quickly both of us jogged to close the gap and I turned my taser flashlight on, impressed with how bright it actually was. “You okay?”

Before I could answer, a large herd of deer flooded from seemingly nowhere. I knew I had been hit as the force of the hoof hitting my face was enough to slam me into the ground. The only reason why I knew I was on my back was because at least through my left eye I could see the sky. Black as ink, not even the stars were out tonight.

For what seemed to be several long moments I couldn’t feel anything, not whatever damage was done to my forehead, or the rock I had landed on, or Scott grabbing my hand trying to pull me up before he realized I had been hit.

“Winter!” He was yelling now and still he sounded incredibly far away. “Winter are you okay?” I looked at him and I wanted to speak, but I didn’t know if I was. “Oh my god, oh my god.” His eyes were brimmed full with tears, one sliding down his smooth cheek and falling into my face. It was the first thing I had been able to feel before the pain slowly began to burn its way through everything that hurt.

I let out a long cry which turned into a sob, then several more. They shook my body and only made everything hurt even more. “Scott,” I cried, “Please Scott, don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” I pushed myself up, my spine screaming louder than me as the rock was no long lodged between the back of my floating rib and my vertebrae. “Don’t leave me.” I weaved my arms around his neck and I could tell he was doing the same. “Oh my god- Scott-”

I pushed him away and pointed, only a meter or so away from us laid the top half of a woman. Her intestines falling out of the severed end of her body. Her eyes wide and petrified, staring at the both of us. He turned his head and choked back his own surprise as he took the sight in. Then, suddenly I had been ripped from Scott’s distracted grip.

I could hear the sound of the flesh and bone crunch under whatever had me. I screamed out his name as I was dragged away further into the darkness. Whatever had me was huge and incredibly stealthy, too big to be a mountain lion whatsoever. Its growls and ragged breath reminded me of a dog, but there was no dog ever as big as this.

It let me go and I could barely hear anything now over the sound of my heart. I could hear everything my body was experiencing. The sound of my blood beating with my heart, and leaking through my open wounds. The pain of the bite overtook the pain of my head. The pain was something I had never experienced before, it burned in a way that I had never felt. Ever. I felt as though I had to remind myself to inhale and exhale because the pain was so high I couldn't tell if I was breathing or not.

“Winter!” Scott had only been in my line of sight for a second before he was on top of me, and that thing on top of him. His own screaming barely pierced through the sound of my heart still pulsing and pulsating. I clenched my fist twice, trying to get as much strength in my hand to help us get out of this. It wasn’t even like this grotesque wolf monster was hungry, and I could almost sense it was grinning as he sank its teeth deep into Scott’s side.

I gripped my taser, only confirming it was the taser when I was able to turn it on and see the light cackling beside me. I raised my arm and stabbed it into the wolf monster's face, barely missing its eye and hitting its cheek instead. It was enough to get him to let go of Scott so I did it again and hit its eyebrow region- again missing its eye. This time it let off completely which was enough time for Scott to push himself up and me as well.

I could tell we were running only because of the fact we were moving. I had no idea how I was even functioning, not still on that ground numb and dying. “Run Winter, come on Winter, run! Run! Run!” He was chanting out loud and as much as I was trying, I was ready to quit. I wanted to lay down and apart of me was ready to accept my fate. “A road!”

I fell onto my knees on the shoulder of the road, my body being pushed to its absolute limit. A car swerved and barely missed Scott but did not stop. Why didn’t they stop? I dropped down to all fours, I could taste the blood before it came out mixed with stomach bile. “Are you okay?” Scott was by my side but I wasn’t okay.

“Winter!” I was in a tub, harsh LED lights made opening my eyes seem even harder. The water was cold and it pelted my skin, stabbing me as if telling me before I could even ask that i was alive. I was alive. “Please, are you okay?” I turned to Scott, my lashes clumped from the water, blood and dirt. I looked down and saw that Scott had only been able to get my shoes and socks off, my jeans were sticking to my body like a second skin. “I’m going to call 911!”

“I’m okay,” I croaked, and for the first time since the deer, I sounded like myself. Tired and ragged, but I sounded like me. I grabbed for him, ringing my fingers through his belt loops and pulling him back down to me. His shirt and jacket was gone, discarded on the floor covered in what I assumed was my blood. But my head didn’t hurt anymore.

The bite on my shoulder did, but more as a burning reminder rather than for what it was. “Look, I’m okay. I-I’m not bleeding.” I touched my forehead, surprised myself that it was completely smooth. “I’m okay.” I was trying to convince him more than myself, and he seemed very unsure. “I’m okay!” I didn’t know how many more times I said it before he chimed in with me as well.

I had snaked my arms around him, trying to pull myself out of the tub towards the heat of his body. It was soothing, every ounce of him. His touch, his smell, even the taste of his sweat on my lips, I felt like I was drinking in an elixir. Everything felt right. Letting my senses be overloaded with him. “Winter,” He looked at me, his brows raised with uncertainty.

“You make me feel better,” I cooed, dipping down and pressing my face against his neck. “Scott, I- I love you so much” I climbed out of the tub and onto him. “I thought I was going to die.” It was an odd thing to say just before kissing his neck. I wanted to stop, to process my emotions- to let him process his emotions. But I couldn’t stop. And his hands were tugging at my clothes, peeling them off my body. I looked down at his side where the wolf had bitten him, and I ran my fingers over it. A moan escaped his lips and he pulled me down to him, his lips peppering my neck and chest with kisses, some over my bite. I winched naturally but it didn’t hurt, when he touched it, it didn’t hurt.

He pushed himself up slightly and cupped the back of my head gently, for a moment we just stared at each other- waiting for the other to protest. “I want you,” We both said, and that was enough. His lips were as soft as I remember when I taught him how to kiss two years prior. But this was different. We weren’t 14, awkwardly trying to find a secret place to experiment and not trying to be caught.

I don't remember how we got my pants off, but we did, and his own too. Our bodies tangled between his sheets as he positioned himself to enter me, that was the only time he hesitated. His brown eyes softened, looking at me for approval as if I would say no. “Please Scott, please.” I wrapped my legs around his, opening myself to him more.

When he entered me it felt like I had been hit again with another wave of pain I never experienced. I held onto him, pressing my body as close to him as I possibly could. I felt weightless and yet as if I were drowning, drowning myself into him.

I love you, I wanted to say, but enough of me was so stimulated that everytime I opened my mouth only sounds of pleasure would bubble from my throat. There was no two singular thoughts in my being that told me to stop, to think. I just wanted to feel.

And he made me feel safe.

“Oh my god!” It was Stiles' scream that woke both Scott and I up. Scott shot up, holding himself as best as he could with one hand while the other pushed him out of his bedroom. “Oh my god! Oh my god I feel like I just walked in on my siblings or-or something, oh my god.” We could hear him trip down the last few steps and scream as he hit the landing.

My heart was racing, but not like last night. My hand shot up to finally cover myself but I winced as my finger grazed the bite mark. “Scott-” I interrupted his apologetic rambling. “I have to go.” I didn’t feel embarrassed and I wasn’t angry. But I felt empty. I felt as though the memories of last night were not mine, but planted. Written in my brain. As if I were just watching my body move on its own.

I ignored my own nakedness, I ignored his. If I ignored it, it didn’t happen.

Last night didn’t happen.

I looked at my clothes, still damp and in a ball of his clothes discarded in this bathroom. “Winter wait, wait please!” He scrambled to get dressed, embarrassed. His cheek became scarlet, more red than I had ever seen. I looked down at his naval and found myself growing sick at the sight of his wound. It was very real.

I ripped a shirt from his dresser, focusing on the sounds of the fabric rather than his fumbling of his words. “Scott, I have to go.” I said louder, pulling the first pair of shorts I touched before shoving my things into my bag. I moved faster than intended, and only realized I didn’t have shoes on till I was already out of the house. I could feel the dirt and gravel wedge itself into the soles of my feet, and I let that be the reason why I was crying.

I had to get home before my dad realized I never came back home, or worse. Him seeing me half naked and crying. I realized I didn’t grab my keys nor my phone off his night stand and began to only silently cry harder. My dad was in the back yard when I got home, watching Fart and Fregley find a proper place to use the bathroom. I could hear him whispering harshly into the phone and immediately knew it was Mom. As if I needed anything else to make me more emotional.

The shower I took was less than satisfactory. Everything hurt and stung, like the wounds were still there just invisible. I barely had time to properly dry my hair, so I opted for a tight sleek low ponytail and braided the ponytail portion. I didn't like the feeling of wet hair on my skin, or even my scalp sometimes. I didn’t need anything to make me feel any worse than I already did.

I struggled to pick an outfit, arguing with myself if I should wear a bra or not. I didn’t want anything to touch the gaping holes in my collarbone, but I didn’t want anyone to see it. Especially my dad. I decided to wear a bra, tears brimmed my eyes as I covered my wound with 2 maxi pads covered in neosporin before securing it with my bra strap.

The rest of the outfit was a blur, by the time I was presentable, it was my running shoes, a Beacon Hills HS crew neck and random black sweats. I contemplated doing my makeup, something normal. Maybe some earrings, but then the thought of doing more made me tired and anxious. So I didn’t.

“I’ve been calling your name sweetheart, are you okay?” My dad greeted me as I descended the steps. “Your mom says she called you this morning, did you leave your phone at Scott’s?” He asked whilst shoving the freshly toasted waffles into his mouth.

“Yeah,” I answered as nonchalantly as I could.

“Okay, lets get on the road!” He clapped his hands together. He was the only teacher I ever saw excited to do his job, at least the coaching part. Him being normal, his normal usual self soothed me more than I had thought it ever would. My weird erratic dad and normal didn’t ever really belong in a sentence. But now, I was so glad to hear it.

The entire drive there, including the two stops to two separate Starbucks, my dad never asked me what was wrong, or if something was the matter. And I liked that. Because it meant that it was possible that I could just go the whole day without hearing any shit about how so look or seem. “I’ll put you and Amala’s food in my office, I have a meeting today so I won’t be able to eat with you.” He gave me the keys to his office and bid me a goodbye before walking down to the head office rather than his usual loop around the back of the building near the fields.

“Amala!” I was able to pinpoint her very quickly, of course tied to her hip was her charity Isaac. I stopped myself and pinched my brow, cursing myself for even calling him that. I had no qualms with Isaac. He needed Amala. She was good to and for him, as he was to her. I just didn’t understand why or how SHE didn’t see the crush. I knew Scott had feelings for me, as did much of our 8th grade class when Stiles accidentally blurted it out loud in detention.

I just didn’t act on it… usually.

Not till last night.

Isaac must have seen my face because after greeting me, he told Amala he was going to go to his locker. “Amala I’m about to tell you something and you have to believe me okay. I swear to God I’m not lying.”

Amala chuckled, but her smile dropped once she realized the gravity of my tone. “Are you okay?” She asked and I shook my head. I wasn’t going to lie. Not to her. “What happened?” She stepped closer and lowered her tone and I took that as an opportunity to loop my arms into hers and slowly walk to our destination. “You’re scaring me.”

“I think I was bitten by a werewolf last night.” I blurted and she paused.

“Is that why you weren’t answering your phone? I checked your location and it said you were at the…” She trailed off, “The Nature Reserve… then Stiles texted me asking if I had talked to you or Scott…” Her full lips pursed into a tight thin line as she turned to me fully. Without asking, I pulled down the collar of my crew neck as best as I could, and peeling back the two pads. I watched as her face pinched into disgust and I quickly covered it back up. “Scott got bitten too?”

I nodded, and then visibly tensed as I watched Scott adiscard his bike and begin jogging over to us. “Let’s go,” I grabbed her hand, she craned her neck to see Scott and she waved slightly as it was obvious he was bee lining for us. Amala didn’t mind Scott, it was Stiles’ she couldn’t stand. Somehow every time they met in middle school Stiles did something to massively annoy her. First day of school and he spills juice on her brand new shoes, next day he slips and spills milk on her second pair of brand new shoes, after that she avoided him for a few weeks but that was enough for her to not like him. And I understood why. Her shoes never not smelled like milk again.

“Winter! Winter wait!” Scott called out, giving up as Amala and I rounded the corner.

“Shouldn’t you two be like stragetizing on what to do about your bites?”

“Scott and I had sex last night.” I blurted and she stopped walking, almost tugging me back as her mouth dropped in disbelief. “What?”

“Werewolf, I get that…but you fucked Scott? Scott McCall?” She stared at me in disbelief, to which I stared right back at her with that same disbelief. How was that more unbelievable than a big furry biting me in the woods? “I mean, no offense but you’re kind of a prude.”

I raised my brows and she covered her mouth. And for several long moments, we didn’t say anything. “I’m not a prude!”

“I mean…”

“Well not anymore, and that's the problem.” I huffed and waved her off her and continued walking around to the fields. “I didn’t want to do that but I couldn’t- I couldn’t stop myself.” I started from the beginning of the night at the reserve. And the deer herd, seeing the beast and being dragged away, watching Scott get bitten and then fighting back. I stopped thinking maybe I was crying, but I wasn’t. Retelling the story, remembering the memories, everything felt bleak.

“I think he walked home with me on his back… we were both covered in blood. He put me in the tub to wake me up, he was crying. I was crying. Then I just- we just… It felt good, I mean, he was good. But it didn’t feel right. I-I, I don’t know. It felt like-” I winced as I heaved the heavy doors to the athletic wing open, shoving the keys back into my pocket while letting her walk in. But that pain helped me string my words together. “Like it wasn’t us. Like it wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You’re gonna have to talk to him, you know that right?” Amala brushed her hair off her shoulders, making me realize that it had been straightened, which wasn’t a normal thing for her. “Put your dicks away!” She called in, banging on a locker as we entered through the boys locker room. The only players who came this early to train were Danny and Jackson, Danny more so than his friend. And Jackson was the last person I wanted to see. I would rather talk to Scott right now then deal with Jackson’s ego.

My dad's office was usually always unlocked, especially in the morning, and there on his desk were Amala and I’s breakfast. It was a tradition he and I had for a long time now, eating breakfast together in his office, pissing off my first period teacher because I would always be late. Especially that stupid fucking chem teacher, he hated me, Scott, Amala, my dad and especially Stiles.

“I know.” I said lowly, and that seemed to be the end of our conversation about Scott which I was thankful for. “But Im scared. I don’t know what to do. Should I go to the hospital?”

“And have them call your mom? You’d be shipped out of here faster than-“ She paused to think of a comparison but couldn’t. “Well you know what I mean. I think you and Scott have to get your stories straight before either of you decide to go. Doesn’t he work at your uncle’s vet place? Maybe your uncle can take a look at it?”

I hummed, acknowledging that that was actually a very good idea. Alan wouldn’t tell my mom if I made him promise, I was like his only niece in the area. Well I was his only niece, at least for now until Aunt Marin would have her own but she didn’t seem too interested. Not that I cared to share the limelight. “Well, I think you really need to talk to Scott, especially about these bites. For all we know, you guys are being recruited for a bigger picture and not just because some big dog was bored. You told me that it didn’t further attack you, or give real chase. What if this is some sort of deeper conspiracy type thing.”

“That,” I bit the corner of my fingernail, processing the word recruitment over and over again in my head. “That is actually a really good thought process Amala.” I couldn’t cover my tone, I couldn’t not sound worried now. What sort of thing needs to recruit strangers, and if it were- that would assume they would have to contact us again about the bite. What would they do if we decided not to join their… pack?

“Also,” She shoved the last bite of her breakfast sandwich into her mouth, chewing it loudly before swallowing just as dramatically. “I think you need to really unpack what's going on between you and Scott. You’re lying to me about something- and I will wait to hear the truth because I can tell it’s been bothering you so I don’t want to push-”

“Also because I’m apparently a werewolf.”

“That too, but I think Scott and you are a very cute couple. Could you do better? Maybe, he’s a little weird but I think you have enough room in your heart for him to be more than just your best friend.” Tossing her wrapper in the trash, she stood up just as the bell rang. “I gotta find Isaac, I have his version of the English homework.”

I began to clear out my food as well and a part of me wanted to ask her about what she thought I was lying about, but I didn’t have it in me to have the conversation. I just appreciated that she was giving me time. When we arrived at our first period, Isaac was already there in the class instead of pacing and waiting for Amala.

“Lahey!” Someone else called out to Isaac. Some other benchwarming swim team fuck walked around us and over to Isaac who turned away, head and eyes down and lowered to the table. “Aw what’s wrong?” The taunted, not whatsoever seeing Amala walk over to them.

“Can you move?” She barked and the guy turned to her before chuckling. “Move.” She repeated herself. Isaac stood up, now towering over both of them but what he had in height- he lacked in confidence. “Get the fuck out of my face!” She snapped, ignoring Isaac’s hand that grabbed her elbow in an attempt to mediate. In retaliation she smacked his books out of his hands which made several other students laugh.

“You littl-” I wedged myself between them and cleared my throat. There was something that felt different, maybe an unfiltered rage. Something that shifted. In me. And then in the tension of the room. Amala grabbed my wrist but I didn’t stop staring. Not even when the fucknut turned his head uncomfortably. Probably unsure of whether he wanted to hit me and save his pride or pick up his and get ragged on. “Can you move so I can pick up my stuff?”

I didn’t want to.

But Amala moved to sit next to Isaac, so I turned to move as well.

“You’re bleeding on my shit!” He huffed. Amala stood up and yanked me back, her brown eyes peeled back wide. Immediately I covered my nose, it could only have been that logically. When I looked back down at my hands, sure enough my fingers were drabbled with blood. “Fuck thats so gross.”

“Bro shut up!” Amala snapped and several other students giggled again. I raised my hand to ease her but she did not sit down. “Are you sure? I can walk with you.” I shook my head, I could feel it in my throat now, but it was losing its taste of blood. It was becoming something else.

“I’ll be right back.” I said and quickly made my escape, bumping into the teacher as he entered the room. I could feel the bite burn again, stinging against the cotton of the pads. I prayed it wasn’t bleeding too. But I knew that it, and that feeling, was because of this bite. I was walking so fast I didn’t even realize that I wasn’t even going in the direction of the nurse. But my dad's office.

“Hey Winter,” I pulled my body away narrowly missing smacking against the lockers as Jackson seemingly materilizid out of fucking nowhere. “Are you bleeding? Are you okay?” He grabbed at me again this time his grip reached my elbow. I wanted to just let my body fall limp. Slide down the lockers and onto the ground. Maybe he would leave me alone.

I learned my lesson with Scott. Wanting a warm body to console me when I was not ready. Scott was safe. I wasn’t sure how I got to where I was with Jackson. But I regretted it. And I would do anything to go back to that night.

“We never finished,” He smirked, his hands trailed down my elbow and to his pocket where he pulled out a crumpled tissue. I tried my best not to give him eye contact, to just ignore him till he was done with his show. Till he could go back to Lydia’s full time boyfriend slash meal ticket. He pushed the tissue up to my face, dapping my nose lightly before overlapping my hand with his to pass the tissue to me. Then he chuckled, and by curiosity I peered over to look at him. “Our night,” He said gingerly.

“I know, maybe because I remembered that you have a girlfriend.” I hissed through grit teeth. I forced myself to breathe, inhale, hold and exhale. He leaned in, his hand planted at the base of my neck- pressing against my bite. It made my heart skip a beat and go straight between my ears. The pain was paralyzing. I could feel his lips against me and I didn’t care, I grabbed his hand and pushed him away weakly. The lack of support from his hand made my knees buckle. He pulled away, his head twisting down the hall and he immediately let me go.

“What!” He snapped before walking off in the opposite direction. I turned my head slightly and sighed when I saw Stiles standing there, mouth agape. I covered my face and slid down the lockers, appreciating at least how cool the floors were against my hot skin. The bite was leaking, I could feel it but at least my nose wasn’t. But the pain, the pain was still there.

Stiles stood there for a moment longer before walking over to me slowly. I did not look up at him. I couldn’t. “Stiles,” I wheezed, “I didn’t kiss him.” He bent down to me before sitting next to me. “I didn’t.”

“I know.” He sat next to me. “Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded slowly. My heart was slowing, becoming normal again. And the pain was dulling. Slowly. “So, does this mean Lydia and Jackson aren’t together now?” He asked and I laughed, but I did not answer. “Winter, are you… are you and Jackson-”

“No…” I shook my head. “No… My parents are… divorcing. And I haven’t told Scott because before that project, it was like nothing was more important to him than lacrosse. He just- He just wanted to practice, all the time… And I didn’t want him to worry about me.” I licked my lips, hating how dry they had become. Stiles sighed and sat next to me against the lockers. “My mom has been in Santa Monica for almost 3 months. But they haven’t slept in the same room for almost a year.”

“One night, my mom called and asked me how I would feel if I lived with her in Santa Monica. And I just needed someone.” I paused, closing my eyes and willing the tears to stop. I just wanted it all to stop. “I had plans with Jackson to study, we had a big test just before break. And I went over. I’ve known Jackson for so long. And Lydia, she can be sharp- a bitch even, but… anyway. I told him. And we just bonded over having bullshit with our parents.”

Stiles nodded and placed his hand on mine, squeezing it. “And one thing led to another?”

I shook my head, “No I stopped it. We kissed but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do that to Scott. He was all I was thinking about the whole time. How much this would hurt him. Jackson is an asshole to him. I figured if I was going to go for anyone, it can’t be Jackson. But Jackson just thinks it's funny. Like he has something over Scott. I threatened to have my dad kick him off first line if he told anyone.”

“Not that he would, I think Lydia would castrate him.” Stiles joked and I laughed weakly. I just didn’t have it in me to laugh when I wanted to cry so badly. “I won’t tell Scott, but, I need you to promise me that you will tell him.” I looked at Stiles, my head shaking as I sputtered a plea but Stiles brushed me off.

“You have to before someone else does."

The car ride to the nature reserve was silent. I sat in the back this time, my eyes were heavy and my body was tired. The last thing I wanted to do was trek through the woods again. All this shit about the werewolf, about Scott, my parents, everything. I forgot that I had seen a dead fucking body. Severed. In half.

But I didn’t complain. Being in the car with Scott was the most comfortable I had been since this morning. The day dragged and Amala had practically glued herself to me, which then had Isaac tagging along as well. I didn’t mind it. If the roles were reversed I would be doing the same. But I just wanted things to feel normal. Even when I knew they weren’t.

My bite was an afterthought at this point. I didn’t feel it currently, so it was the one thing I could ignore. The moment the car stopped, Stiles was on go. Walking away from the car as if it weren’t Scott who could be leading us. Scott helped me out of the car, and I gripped the actual shit out of his hand. I didn’t want to let it go, and didn’t seem like he minded. Then I remembered how I treated him this morning. “I’m sorry!” I blurted and Scott froze, his brows rising in confusion. “I missed your practice, and about this morning. I have so much going on. I just…”

“I didn’t set that up, if that's what you were thinking. I wouldn’t do that to you.” Scott scratched the back of his head with his free hand as we walked slowly towards Stiles, who waited further in the distance. But he didn’t let my hand go.

I laughed, a real one. “How could you have possibly set up a werewolf to bite us both? Is that your porn category?” I joked but Scott didn’t seem to share the same enthusiasm. I stopped and gently yanked him to face me. “It was a werewolf, Scott.” I reiterated, almost like I wanted him to repeat it.

“Okay!” He exclaimed but I could tell he was just saying it to appease me. “Okay, it was a wolf.” I shook my head and pulled my hand away from him to pull to my collar and pulled it down. The pads had been replaced with gauze Amala scored me somehow from the nurse without raising brows. But, as expected, the gauze was growing red. “Winter-”

“No,” I shot him down. “I saw it, Scott. I saw it when it pinned you down on top of me, and I thought that if I didn’t- if I didn’t do something-” I raised my hands up and forced the memories out. “I saw it. And more importantly.” I tapped my forehead. “Explain that.”

He didn’t seem to understand what I meant at first, and I could tell he was opening his mouth to argue but stopped. “Maybe it, maybe it just- I-I I don’t know okay!” He walked away and I sighed as I followed. Stiles waited for us to catch us and I ignored the looks he kept giving me. I could tell what he was doing, asking me if I had told him. But how could I if he wasn’t even listening to me.

“I um,” Scott spoke up again. “I did something today at practice. I was really good. Coach made me goalie and it- it just felt like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And,” Scott paused, peering back at Stiles and I. “My hearing and my smell, it’s like enhanced.”

“Enhanced how?” Stiles asked.

“Like, I know you have mint mojito gum in your pocket.” Scott answered and we all stopped to see. Stiles fixed his mouth to doubt, but had indeed pulled a stick of gum out. Then proceed to eat it. I focused my best on my nose, on what I was breathing in but I couldn’t smell the gum. I had focused so hard, I snorted.

“This is it.” It was Stiles who actually said it, which made both Scott and I turn to him. “That's either the dead body's blood, or one of yours.” He pointed at a rock and my back tingled as if a reminder of yesterday. The blood was still wet probably from the rain, and it was much more than I remember.

“Do you see your inhaler? I want to go.” I whispered, wincing as I could hear those same stupid fucking birds cawing. I prayed he would find it and fast. “Please hurry and find it, if you can’t find it I’ll buy you a new one.” I tried my best to sound polite, but I was growing hot and panicked. My eyes didn’t know where to look, the ground or the treeline, so I just looked up. At those stupid fucking birds.

I could hear them both sifting through the leaves, Scott swearing it would have to be around there somewhere. “So, you two were bitten by a big wolf on a full moon?” Stiles asked and Scott sighed.

“Don’t start Stiles-”

“I mean, c’mon. And now you’re suddenly good at lacrosse-”

“Hey!” I knew Stiles was joking, but still. “Scott’s always been good.” Stiles pursed his lips together as if not to laugh. “If Scott’s bad then what are you exactly?”

Scott chuckled as Stiles rolled his eyes and gave me a pointed, “Touche. But, I mean, there is an actual infection out there that you get from wolves.” This time, Scott did stop. Innocuous, he looked up at Stiles with a look of concern. Fortunately, I already knew where Stiles was heading with this. “Yeah, I think its called um-”

“Lycanthropy right?” I smiled sarcastically and Stiles nodded, still keeping the same gravity in his tone. I rolled my eyes and turned around to hide my creeping smile as Scott’s naivety. “Oh my god.” I breathed out and let Stiles continue.

“Well- is it bad?”

“Yeah man, I mean but it’s only like once a month.”

“Like a period?”

I threw my head back and laughed, and Stiles was beginning to lose his award winning act. “Yeah sort of, once a month, on the night of the full moon- Aroooo!” He called out and laughed as Scott playfully threw leaves at him. “Dude, I’m just saying. A big wolf bit- oh shit.”

I turned around and almost jumped myself as a few meters away stood a man. He stared at us almost unimpressed- probably from our conversation- before walking over to us. He was pale, with dark hair that made his skin seem even lighter. Like stone. Attractive. Very attractive. We all closed the gap between us, me grabbing Scott and Stiles wrists but Scott stood unmoving, as if shielding me from the stranger.

“You’re on private property.” He said and for a moment, the three of us just stared at him. He raised his brow and cocked his head, awaiting our answer. I cleared my throat to speak up but Scott did instead.

“Yeah man, sorry… we were just looking for something…” The man squinted his eyes into a pointed glare, sending chills up all of our backs. He dropped eye contact with Scott and looked at me. I could see his eyes drop down to my shoulder and I instinctively covered it the best I could with my hand. Both Stiles and Scott stepped in closer, now blocking me completely from this man. I silently thanked them, pressing my forehead against the back of Scott’s arm- not realizing how much I had begun to sweat.

There was no communication after that. The man tossed him his inhaler and then turned around and began walking off into the distance. The three of us didn’t move for a solid minute before Stiles' ass squeaked. “Gross Stiles!” I laughed breathily through my nose and stepped back from him before it could possibly engulf me.

“Um, you’d be farting too if you knew who that was which obviously ya don’t.” Stiles sassed me, “Guys, thats Derek Hale. Ya know, his family all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago! He’s like only a few years older than us.”

“I wonder what he’s doing back then, maybe a… anniversary?” I pondered allowed and Scott shrugged, hanging his arm around my shoulders but quickly dropping it after feeling me wince. “Let’s just get out of here, I’m exhausted.”

The walk to the back to the car and the drive to my house was much more obnoxious than the drive there. Stiles was gladly filling in a lot of conversation, but it felt normal again. Like we were driving to a game or scrimmage. I played with Scott’s hair on the side that wasn’t visible to Stiles, and Scott moved his head closer to allow me.

Once we rounded the corner to my street, I caught Stiles' eyes in the rearview mirror. He didn’t blink or wink in code. The prolonged eye contact was enough for me to know what he was telling me to do. My stomach turned and I could feel myself grow heavy with anticipation and worry. “Scott um, I-I have to talk to you.” The walk from the car to my porch was too short, and I wished anything would happen.

I wished his phone would ring, or mine. Or that my dad would come home. Or even my mom. I wish for a meteorite or whatever it's called when a space rock hits earth. I wished I would throw up, pass out. I didn’t want to tell him how I had betrayed him. How I had kept it from him.

He didn’t believe me at first. And I almost wanted to say April Fools.

“Fuck you Winter.”

I cried that night like I never had before. Everything hurt. I shoved my blanket into my mouth to help, to make the pain go away. And even when the bite mark stopped burning deeper and deeper into my body- the throbbing in my chest never eased.

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World on Fire * Stiles Stilinski/OC (part 4)

Summary: Madison has always been cautious, preferring to view the world through a lens of wary curiosity, rather than diving into the unknown with reckless abandon. But when she moves to Beacon Hills with her cousin and grandfather, and is thrown into that unknown before she can stop it, she will soon face an impossible choice. Accept her new reality, or run.

Warnings: original character, werewolves, graphic depiction of violence, some language

Part One Part Two Part Three

"So, wait. You ran over a dog—"

"It literally just came out of nowhere!" Allison exclaims, her fingertips picking at a piece of french fry while she hovers just a fraction of an inch closer to where Madison sits across from her in the cafeteria, "It was raining, and dark, and—"

"And you took it to the animal clinic, where that guy who gave you a pen first period just so happens to work."

"Scott. Yeah."

"And he gave you his—shirt?"

"It's not what it sounds like, I swear!"

"That's funny, because I kind of think it is exactly what it sounds like," Madison teases, shifting to nudge Allison's shin beneath the table with the toe of her boot, and suppressing an amused snort as the act causes her friend to flush, "How exactly did that part happen, again?"

"It was raining?"

"Convenient."

"Oh right, because I totally planned a torrential downpour," Allison scoffs, the remark tempered by yet another shy smile, while soft laughter shakes her shoulders and her hair falls in a curtain across her face, "I wish I was that good."

"Well it got you a date to Lydia's party."

"It did, didn't it?"

"So now we just need to work on finding someone for you."

"What? No. No," Madison protests, her brow furrowing as soon as she realizes that now it appears to be her turn for flushed cheeks and nervous laughter, "I'm—I'm fine just going on my own."

"Oh come on! I'm sure Lydia can come up with someone from the team!"

"And what if I don't—what if I don't want someone from the team?"

"What about that guy you were talking to the other day?" Allison persists, Madison's answering shock over the inquiry serving as ample proof that she is on the right track, "Oh my God, I knew Lydia was onto something!"

"She definitely wasn't—"

"Oh, no, she was. She definitely was; who was he?!"

Trying and failing to ignore the flush that burns against the skin of her cheeks, Madison averts her eyes to her own lunch in hopes that it will give her a moment or two to gather her nerves. In hopes that she will be able to find some way of shrugging off Allison's curiosity as gently as she can.

In truth, a part of her is oddly amused by the teasing. By the obvious reluctance to back down that is so apparent in her newfound companion's gaze. But even if Madison may be capable of admitting that she almost enjoys the reality now before her—that of having a friend aside from her cousin—it still does not quite give her the courage to simply accept her fate without a fight.

"He was—I mean, I don't think we're really going to have a chance to chat again, Allison—"

"Were you planning on moving out of town again?"

"Well no, but—"

"Then who. Was. He?"

"Matt. He was—he was trying out for the lacrosse team yesterday, too," Madison finally relents, frowning almost as soon as she takes note of Allison's eager smile, "What's that look?"

"Oh nothing. It's just, since he's on the team, he'll probably be at Lydia's party too."

Unable to do anything other than blink as Allison's words sink in, Madison realizes that her friend does actually have a point. That she likely will, in fact, have a chance to run into Matt again if she wants it. Her stomach does a funny little lurch at the prospect, even if she hardly knows the answer to that particular internal question, in and of itself, and she catches herself chewing on the inside of her cheek as she mulls over exactly how she should proceed.

On the one hand, she can do as Allison seems to be suggesting. She can go to this party, and hope that Matt will be there. That they will have a chance to interact, again.

But on the other hand, a part of her cannot help but acknowledge that she would much rather remain home with a very good book.

"Madison?"

"Hmm?"

"Now who has a look?"

"What—what look?"

"That look," Allison clarifies, gesturing at Madison's face, biting down on the inside of her cheek in a clear attempt at hiding her own amusement, even when her friend narrows her eyes at her in response, "You're trying to find an excuse not to go, aren't you?"

"I never said that."

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to. And you—you really don't have to come if you don't want to. Not just for me."

Madison mulls the words over for a moment, honestly surprised at the genuine offer, considering how Allison had practically seemed ready to ignite a mutiny over simply finding her a guy to hang out with at said party mere moments before. In spite of her uncertainty, she honestly tries to force herself to push that feeling to the side.

She can tell that Allison is nervous. That regardless of the fact that she already has her own special someone willing to be with her at the party, she is still every bit as uncertain in this new environment as Madison is, herself.

That simple truth is a large part of what seems to have given them the basis for their tentative companionship. And it is also a major component of the reason behind Madison's ensuing choice.

"I'm going."

"Maddie—"

"No, really. I'm going," Madison repeats, surprised to find a genuine grin pulling at her lips even in the face of her lingering trepidation, "Someone has to make sure you and Scott have a good time."

"And someone needs to make sure you find a way to hook up with Matt."

"Hook—hook up?"

"Well—maybe," Allison jokes, laughing openly in response to Madison's answering flush, and dodging the retaliatory swipe aimed at her arm not long after, "We'll see."

Shaking her head, Maddie tries to pretend she does not share in Allison's amusement. Or rather, she tries and fails, her shoulders shaking with her own laughter as she reaches for the bottle of water resting nearby. It would be a lie for her to pretend she has any sort of a plan to pursue anything with Matt. At least not deliberately, having always been the sort to prefer waiting for the other party to make a move first before trying anything herself. But even with those intentions firmly in place, and without knowing for sure if Sebastian plans to attend the party as well, she is optimistic enough to hope she can still have a decent time.

If nothing else, it might afford her the chance to learn more about her new classmates, and that is something that can only aid her in the long run.

…

The bell above the door lets out a gentle tinkle as Jean Duvall steps inside the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, cool green eyes automatically seeking the older of the two men inside. Despite the years that have passed since their last encounter, he does not miss the flare of recognition in that man's expression.

Waiting as the man he seeks murmurs something to his younger companion, Jean waits until the boy passes through the double doors leading to an unseen back room before moving any closer, and he is not blind to how the other man's posture seems to tense just a bit as a result.

"Do you know why I am here?"

"I can hazard a guess," Deaton replies, his tone cautiously neutral as he watches the new arrival assessing his surroundings with a critical eye, "And Fiona might have alerted me to your needs before you arrived."

"And you do not approve."

As he anticipated, Deaton purses his lips, clearly spending a moment deliberating over exactly how he should respond. An expression Jean is all too familiar with, given their shared history. This would hardly be the first time the reason why he is here has caused tension between them.

Something Deaton only seems too keen to prove, if his eventual reply as he hands Jean a small glass vial is any sort of indication at all.

"As a child ages, there are always dangers associated with repressing certain memories," He begins, his expression still retaining its practiced neutral cast despite the inherent disapproval behind his tone, "And those are outside of just the implications for any relationships involved in the deceit."

"I believe our relationship is strong enough to pass the test."

"That's one man's belief."

"She is not ready for the truth," Jean insists, pocketing the vial, and casting a glance at the door through which Deaton's younger companion had disappeared to ensure they are still, for all intents and purposes, alone, "I think you might understand the need for protection, in such cases."

"I also understand the need for transparency. It's more important than you might think."

Opting for silence once again, Jean does not even grant Deaton the courtesy of a nod, his eyes narrowing as he continues to watch the veterinarian as though waiting for him to do something more than simply disagree with his methods. Where Fiona had only been too willing to supply his needs prior to the move back to Beacon Hills, the man standing in front of him now seems determined to opt for a more contrarian approach.

It was something he'd always endured in years prior, but now it is something he simply cannot afford.

"If I require assistance in the upbringing of my granddaughter, I will let you know."

"Noted. And what about your grandson?" Deaton presses, the inquiry causing Jean's jaw to tighten, his answer coming through the strain of gritted teeth.

"Sebastian understands the need for secrecy as well."

Deaton's expression says it all, in the wake of the remark, his disapproval clear, even to the unpracticed eye. And although Jean is more than a little tempted to remark on that very fact, he resists, instead choosing departure as a means of terminating the conversation altogether, now that he has what he came for…

Not that the veterinarian is willing to let him go without having the final say.

"I wonder who she will turn to, when the truth inevitably comes out," He states, the words clearly intended as a warning, though for his part, Jean does not seem inclined to acknowledge them at all, the bell over the door giving another small tinkle as he passes through to the parking lot resting just outside.

Even as Scott once again returns to stand beside him, Deaton does not stop watching the other man's retreating form until he disappears from view entirely, and although he suspects his murmured next words will only confuse the boy, that does not stop him from saying them aloud, anyway.

"When she learns what you have been hiding, who will she trust?"

…

"So this old guy comes in—"

"Yes, Stiles."

"And Deaton knew him?"

"Yes," Scott confirms, exasperation coloring his sigh as he leans back against the sofa cushions, and allows his head to thud against the wall resting behind them not long after, "But that doesn't mean I'm any closer to figuring out who he was than the first time you asked."

"Maybe I'm thinking repetition will help you remember," Stiles suggests, his expression hopeful, to say the least, even when he notices Scott rolling his eyes in response, "Isn't it helping at least a little bit?"

"Not really, no."

"Spoilsport. Did you at least ask Deaton anything about this guy?"

"What do you think?" Scott groans, tilting his head to look at Stiles, while light from the television flares across their faces, "He kept me pretty busy after that."

"Did he tape your mouth shut or something?"

"No—"

"Blaring loud music?"

"No!"

"Then what!?" Stiles bursts out, frustration apparent behind the words, even if he knows there hadn't really been anything else for Scott to do other than what he'd done, already, "Sorry. Sorry, I just—"

"You just want to figure out what happened to the other half of the body we found the other night."

"Yes!"

"And you think that just because the old guy was new, he had something to do with it?"

"Well? I mean, it's not like we've had a run on murders year-round. Someone drops dead, someone new comes to town? I'd say that makes it worth looking into!"

"So, by that logic, Allison might be a suspect, too," Scott hedges, his expression doubtful, though his friend, by contrast, is already giving an eager nod. Ever since his return home from work, Stiles had been fixated on every last detail of the interaction Scott had described between his boss and the older man. And by that fact alone, he supposes he shouldn't really be all that surprised when he takes the direction of their conversation surrounding their suspicions just one step further.

"Her, or someone in her family. Think about it. You could be going to Lydia's party on Friday with a murderer."

"Now tell me why you sound so happy about that—"

"I literally had to drag you out into the woods to find the first half, Scott. Tell me why you're surprised that I'm happy."

"Right. Guess I should probably already know."

"Damn straight," Stiles agrees, his fingers drumming anxiously against the fabric of his jeans, "Maybe you should ask her what she knows."

"Right. Because that's a great conversation to have on a first date."

"Hey, at least she could never say you were boring!"

"Honestly? I'm kind of just shooting for surviving the night without making a fool of myself," Scott admits, aware of Stiles's scoff of disapproval, and hurrying to go on before his friend can say anything in response, "Normal isn't always a bad thing, you know."

"It is when you're trying to impress a girl."

"And you're saying this from all of your experience with dating."

"Yeah. Well—well no," Stiles mutters, reaching up to scratch the back of his head, and frowning as soon as he sees the look that Scott is sending his way, "What?"

"It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

"It's just—I'm not gonna know anyone other than Allison," Scott says, the nerves he has been trying so hard to restrain finally becoming more than he can bear, "And if Jackson decides to be an ass like always—"

"Well, I'd be missing out on an epic night of video games, but I suppose I could come, too."

"Would you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll come," Stiles nods, leveling a look of mock indignation Scott's way, and pointing his finger at his friend not long after, "If I was smart, I'd make you find me a date as payment for my sacrifice."

"Maybe Allison has a twin sister no one knows about."

"Ha. Funny. You're—you're hilarious, Scott, you know that?"

Stiles is already able to predict his friend's answer. In fact, he would've been able to, even without taking note of his unbelievably eager smile. And even though he cannot exactly say how much fun he will have, if Scott is wrapped up in Allison, as he likely will be all night long, he is completely unable to resist his own grin as his friend finally manages a reply.

"I know."

…

The remainder of the week passes with little to no incident, and Madison is surprised to realize that the transition to living in Beacon Hills is far easier than she could have hoped. Of course, she still has not fully abandoned her sense of hesitation. The nerves that plagued her at the start of the week may be diminished, but they are not gone.

She'd spent a significant amount of time after school on finding a suitable outfit to wear to the party. On fixing her hair and makeup, as laughable as all of that now seems. And now, with Bash at her side, she is standing on Lydia Martin's doorstep, early as requested so that they might help set up.

Lydia hadn't technically invited him for the process, having only made specific mention of her desire for assistance to her, and Allison, but once he heard of the opportunity himself, Sebastian was hardly going to just sit out.

She just hopes that his presence is not something that Lydia will mind.

Risking a glance at her cousin, Maddie opens her mouth to say something about that very fact for what has to be the umpteenth time. But before she can, the front door opens, effectively diverting her attention in time to note the appraising look Lydia is sending Bash's way.

"I see you brought a friend."

"Is that—is that okay?" Madison asks, frowning as soon as she realizes how obvious it is that her voice has started to shake, though for Lydia's part, she seems not to notice at all. Instead, her attention is absolutely fixed upon appraising Bash. On looking him up and down with a casual half-smile.

For a moment, Maddie wonders if the redhead will even bother with a reply at all, her eyes still locked on Sebastian as though determined never to look away. But then Lydia is turning back to face her, that appraising look still very much in place as she finally deigns to reply.

"I suppose."

Trying her best not to sag in relief, Madison offers a singular nod to acknowledge the words, instead, her teeth almost automatically digging into her lower lip as she lingers beneath Lydia's discerning gaze. It says quite clearly that she holds the distinct ability to either grant someone her approval or disapproval in little to no time at all. And it is that very fact that renders Madison near to motionless, at least until the redhead offers her the faintest of nods before going on to speak once more.

"Nice dress."

"Oh, um—thanks?"

"You're welcome. Now get in here. Lots to do, little to no time to do it! Chop chop!"

Before Madison can say or do anything to respond, Lydia is turning on a heel and marching back inside, leaving her with little to no choice but to follow along in her wake with Sebastian at her side. As she does so, she is able to notice that the foyer alone is massive. That the rest of the house clearly has to be even grander in scale.

Unable to stop her jaw from dropping just a bit, Madison hardly has time to reconcile herself to the reality surrounding her before she, Lydia and Bash are stepping out through a sliding glass door to land on a spacious patio. A few feet away, there are a few tables set up alongside a pool, the water already reflecting tiny lights hung overhead. And that is where Lydia turns back to her would-be assembly crew, her tone all business as she favors the two of them with a determined smile.

"Okay, so. Sebastian, you can help Jackson with the rest of the lights. And you, Madison, are going to be with me putting out drinks and chips."

"And what if I told you I have a crippling fear of heights, so I'd be better off with you and the chips?" Sebastian inquires, a charming smile firmly in place as an obvious indicator of his attempt to flirt. Only just resisting an eye roll, Madison is honestly surprised to notice Lydia regarding him with an almost contemplative look in response. Almost as though she is considering flirting back.

She doesn't exactly get the chance, though. Not when Jackson is suddenly appearing at her side, and winding an arm around her waist, the look he sends Bash a clear warning to stay away.

"They know they're early, right?"

"Relax, Jackson. They're here to help set up."

"Unless you don't want help with the lights—"

Madison is not blind to the way Jackson's jaw tightens in response to her cousin's quip, though he seems aggravated enough at the prospect of doing anything more with the aforementioned lights to refrain from a comment of his own. Instead, he simply offers a curt nod and turns to storm over towards a few stray boxes balanced on folding chairs near the edge of the pool, a clear indication that if Bash wishes to help, he should follow along.

Sebastian does follow, sending a parting smile Lydia's way, but she does not react, at least not outwardly, clearly sensing the tension between her boyfriend and the taller boy as easily as Madison has, herself. She wants to say something. To reassure her that Bash was only joking, but that is not, strictly speaking, true.

Before the brunette has the chance, though, she catches herself jumping as Lydia seizes her arm and begins towing her back towards the house. One of her eyebrows lifts in open surprise.

Honestly, her enthusiasm is a little daunting. Particularly when contrasted with the way she had seemed bound and determined to appraise her two guests when they had first arrived. Madison still hardly knows her, and unlike with Allison, she is very much unsure of where she stands.

Already, Maddie can tell that Lydia Martin's opinion is one that few choose to question. If anyone does, they are definitely a bolder person than she is, herself.

That opinion seems to be something that can either make or break someone as far as social standing at school is concerned, and as she sets to the task of helping Lydia haul out bags upon bags of chips, Madison thanks her lucky stars that she met Allison before tonight's party.

She certainly cannot tell if her friend would have been influenced against giving her the time of day if she hadn't, and then she would have been back at square one...

A prospect that might just be more daunting than the party that will consume the majority of the evening ahead.

…

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