"I'm what?"

"You're our pack mom."

"When did I sign up for this? I don't remember a contract."

"There is no contract. I'm not giving you a choice.". The older male's eyes flashed red for a moment.

"Fine, but can we call it something else in front of the pack? I really don't feel like getting crap for my given title."

Stiles was surprised when he got to his house and the black haired werewolf was still lounging in his room. Not that he was complaining. Yeah, he had been taking care of the werewolves in his life but he wasn't so sure about the title of pack mom.

"And why are you still here? I mean you can stay, but you can go back to your house now right?"

"I wanted to tell you of your new position in the pack. Since you aren't a wolf yourself I had to give you some sort of title."

"Ever heard of a cell phone, wouldn't that be easier? I mean I realize you may have some sort of 'I'm an angsty wolf, I climb through windows, grrr grr complex' and just couldn't resist the temptation of my glorious tower..."

Stiles trailed off as he heard Derek's low growl.

"...but you know that's cool. Climb into whatever window you want. But...yeah. I'm just going to stop talking cause I'm rambling now..."

Another low growl was heard.

"Shutting up."

"All you have to do is basically do what you are doing. If I initiate more members into the pack, help me with them and keep Scott and Jackson in line. You know, the basics."

"Fine. So...are we going to have a den? Nice comfy cave somewhere? Gotta tell ya though, moss makes my throat itch and I'll sit there and make noises..."

"No, the house is in the process of being remodeled. It should be done soon. A few parts of it weren't too badly damaged. So be ready to move when it is done."

"Wait...move?! I'm still in high school! Not to mention I highly doubt my dad will be happy that, you're still a wanted murderer!"

"That's another thing as pack mom I need you to fix."

"What?! How exactly do you expect me to fix that? 'Hey Dad remember that time in the school when we were running for our lives? Yeah, that wasn't Derek. It was his invalid of an uncle. He secretly could get up and just walk around. And he killed those people with the uncanny ability to make it look like a wild animal.' Yup, that's believable."

"You're smart. You'll figure it out.". Derek had a slight smirk on his face at the teen's reaction.

"Whoa, that almost sounded like a compliment. Are you feeling okay? You haven't mentioned ripping out my throat at all. That always seems to be in our conversations somewhere, you know, when we're not being chased or threatened by hunters."

"Keep talking and it might come up. Just get ready, as part of the pack you will be in the house. Same for Scott and Jackson. Lydia may be joining us depending on what happens."

"Okay, fine."

"Dad, what would you say to me moving out?"

"I would say no. You're in high school and only seventeen. Not going to happen."

"What if it was in town and less than a fifteen minutes drive?

"No, as my kid I won't allow it."

"Dad hear me out, it's a part of my life that is going to happen now or later. Would you rather have it be now while I'm living in town and finishing high school, mind you, or two years from now when I move out of town to go to college or wherever. Think of this as a transitional period."

The Sheriff took a moment to think about it putting his head down in concentration. After about a minute he looked back up at his son. Seeing the maturity of a young man and not the goofy child he raised on his own since the accident. His son was growing up and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Maybe...first off I need information. Where are you moving, and with whom are you moving in with? How can I contact you?"

"Okay to answer your first two questions, the Hale house and Derek..."

"Derek Hale?! He's a wanted murderer! Didn't he attempt to kill you in the school? Why would you move in with him and where is he? I am supposed to bring him in."

"First off, it wasn't him, let me finish," shushing his father as the Sheriff started to speak. "It wasn't him that was chasing us. Scott panicked and said the first name that came to mind. It actually was his uncle, Peter. The question that's going through your mind now is "Isn't he invalid?' and yes he is. But, ask yourself, how did he end up in the woods dead without his wheelchair? Also how many attacks have occurred since he died, animal or otherwise? Just please trust me on this one, okay?"

"Alright. I'll trust you. But, if they resume and he doesn't have any sort of alibi, I will take him in. I will only allow this if I can contact you weekly. You aren't the only one there with him. Also your grades have to stay up, and one night a week you have to stay at home."

'Good,' thought Stiles. 'That takes care if that.'

"Okay, thanks dad. It won't be for a few more weeks. And it won't be just me, I think Scott and Jackson are as well."

"Okay." The Sheriff turned his head as tears started to come to his eyes. He was letting his son grow up. His wife would have been proud of their son and him. Stiles came behind his father and awkwardly hugged his back.

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too son."

Moving day came all too quickly. The remodel was finished three weeks after Stiles talked to his dad. Jackson's parents didn't care what he did. Scott's mom was hesitant but Stiles helped to put her mind at ease. Lydia awoke two weeks prior and on the night the full moon was turned. She quickly accepted a place in Derek's pack. Her parents didn't have a say in the matter, she packed and left leaving them a note and a promise to call in a few days. With the pack up by one more member Stiles felt his heart feel all fuzzy at the fact the pack was growing.

The only thing that really surprised Stiles was Allison being there. He expected her to hate the pack. After sitting and talking with her and Derek, Stiles was satisfied with her story. According to Allison, after finding out about what her aunt did she and her family had a huge fight; Allison in the end deciding to leave. Derek offered her a place to stay, after some prompting from Stiles of course. The girl had left her family for crimes against the Hale pack, also considering her and Scott's relationship, it was the right thing to do.

It was the last week of June and the heat was making moving a sweaty project and everyone was getting irritable. Jackson and Scott in particular were getting snappy at each other.

"Jackson, can you help get some of these?" Scott asked lifting several boxes full of dishes.

"Can't you get them by yourself? You've done the least work out of us here Scott. Even your girlfriend has done more than you." The blonde werewolf snidely remarked, a smirk appearing on his face.

Scott growled at Jackson, his eyes flashing yellow. Suddenly the two young werewolves jumped as squirts of cold water hit them.

"No, bad. We do not fight. We need to finish before you two break the dishware. After that fine."

The two teens looked over at the source of the voice and water. Seeing Stiles just standing on the porch squirt bottle at the ready and hand on his hip. Stiles froze, hoping he didn't piss the boys off enough that they would attack him.

"He's right, get back to work you two. Jackson help with the dishware, now." Derek add a commanding growl to the end of his order.

"Yes sir," both boys grumbled in unison. Picking up a few boxes Jackson followed Scott into the house, turning toward the kitchen.

"A squirt bottle really? They may be pups, but a squirt bottle?" Derek smiled at Stiles laughter dancing in his eyes.

"Well, I figured if it works on other canines..."

Derek just smirked again as he picked up one of the boxes and went into the house.