Dear Scott,

I am writing this letter to you as my Alpha and my brother to inform you of my plans for the next year. I know that you were expecting me to return to Beacon Hills following my graduation, to become a larger part of the pack, however I no longer feel that I will be able to follow this plan. For the last school year I have felt a pull to go out into the world…make new discoveries…travel. The last month I began to physically feel that pull, a manifestation of the need for me to leave.

I don't know if you remember the woman that I met my freshman year here at Stanford; a woman that was not called an emissary, but performed similar duties…almost an advisor of sorts. I have kept in contact with her ever since and while I did not mean to keep this a secret, I felt that this was something I needed to keep to myself. I know that if I were with you now you would be asking me why I am bringing it up now. Well, it's because this woman has become a mentor to me, she has given me the training I need in order to become an emissary and advisor for your pack.

I spoke with her a couple of months after I began to feel the pull because it seemed to get stronger as weeks wore on. This pull, she said, is something that not every emissary can feel; the pull is for emissaries who will be strong, who will help their pack or future pack be stronger. This pull will bring me to places that I will never be able to talk about, I will never be able to make anyone else understand the experiences I will have to go through, and I will most likely be gone for about a year.

I'm feeling the pull even now, Scott, as I finish packing up my things to have them shipped back home. It is strong and it is good; it is something that I need to do. I know that you would have liked me to come home first, say goodbye to the pack, but this is not something I feel I can do. As soon as I graduate, I will be gone and you will receive this letter. I do not know if I will be able to speak with you on my travels, so this may be goodbye until I see you again.

I love you brother,

Stiles.

P.S. My dad knows, I will say goodbye to him at graduation and he will be the one to deliver this letter to you.


Derek,

By now the pack will have received the news from Scott that I will not be returning to Beacon Hills. I hope that you, especially, will understand the pull I have felt for the past six months and how I am not able to ignore it.

I know the pack has often made jibes at how close we have become and how it is almost like we are dating, so why don't we just make it official, blah, blah, blah. But we know why. We know that the timing was just not right yet. What I do know is that last summer was a highlight of my life. I got to know you so well, Derek. I know that you have the worst sweet tooth that I have ever seen, that you secretly love reading classic literature, that you were going to grad school for architecture before you had to return to BH… I know so much about you and every little thing that you have shared with me has meant the world to me.

I want to be a whole person when I return. I want to heal the gaping wounds that the Nogitsune has left behind in me. You are the only person who I have spoken with about how that experience has affected me, and I know that you have kept my confidence just as I have kept yours. I am hoping that you have taken my advice about asking for help in dealing with your past, Derek, as I am now going to deal with mine.

I know that you knew how I felt about you when I returned to school after winter break. I know that you let me go. But I also know how you felt about me. I know, Derek. I know that you feel that by letting me go it will be better for me in the end, but it won't. I will never love someone like I love you. And I hope that you feel the same way towards me. If you don't, then maybe you should ignore the rest of this letter and just burn it because I will be so embarrassed when I return.

I shouldn't be asking this of you, but I feel like I couldn't go out into the world without doing so…would you wait for me?

I am so in love with you,
Stiles.