Stiles woke up to an bothersome rasping knocking on his window. Stiles got out of his bed, tired and completely annoyed. He opened the window without looking, thinking it would be one of his friends. "Stiles Stilinski?" A much more manly voice said, Stiles' eyes flew open.
Sitting on his porch wasn't one of his friends, Stiles was confused, but replied. "Yes?" It was more of a question than a statement, but it worked either ways. The man held something out to him, it was still dark, and Stiles couldn't see it. unknowing of what the item was Stiles reached out and took it. Once Stiles realized the man had just given him a dead bunny he dropped it with a loud. "What the Fuck?!" The man was confused and a little hurt. "Do you not like it?" Stiles looked up, bewildered by the mans complete serious tone, filled with disappointment.
Stiles was so very confused. "No! Why the Fuck would I want a dead rabbit?" The man looked confused now. "Do you not understand Werewolf courting?" Stiles reached over to his bedside table, reaching in a pouch, and throwing a handful of wolfsbane at the mans face. "NO!" Stiles slammed the window shut, walking over to his desk. Stiles picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found Sourwolf, and sending a text. 'we need to tlk.' Stiles typed out so fast, he didn't even know if he did type it, but the message was sent.
Content with himself Stiles walked over to his window, looking out into the night. Stiles saw a reflection of someone behind him in the window. He quickly swerved around, watching as a man knelt in the middle of the room. "Hale Pack human, I wish to aid you." Stiles rolled his eyes at the man, it wasn't the man from outside, but he wasn't anyone Stiles knew either. "If you're trying to court me, no thanks." The man looked up, confusion written all over his face. "I do not wish to court you, I wish to join your pack. I know you're second in command, and figured you could help. As I cannot find you're Alpha." The man said, turning his head to the right. It was Stiles turn to be confused, again for the second time tonight. "I am not second in command, to your feet, I am Human." The man stood, still not looking Stiles in the eyes.
"If you're not second in command, who is the Alpha's mate?" The man asked. Stiles scoffed. "None. He is one of the most dense, hard to deal with person I've ever talked to." The man was skeptical. "So Stiles Stilinski, isn't the mate of Derek Hale?" Stiles laid down on his bed. "Not that I know of." Stiles thought for a second. "But that doesn't mean he won't kill you if you kill me." The man laughed. "If I killed the Token Human how would I ever get into the Hale pack?" The man still stood there, in the middle of the room. "Why you want to be in the Hale pack?" Stiles asked, because seriously, its pretty crappy as is.
The man chuckled. "The Hale pack is one of the most admired right now. Everyone from far and wide has heard about how the glorious Hale pack destroyed the Alpha Pack." Stiles sat up in bed, "That was two weeks ago." Stiles pointed out, as he walked to his desk. "Name?" The man had a feared look in his eyes. He dropped to his knees in submission, turning his head to the right."Forgive me, I am Caleb Dro." Stiles rolled his eyes while picking up his phone. He found Derek's number and sent him a text. 'New problems, need you here NOW!'