Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf (as much as I hate that fact), however I do own any characters that were not in the original show. The ones that I made up of course! So please, I beg of you Teen Wolf producers and writers, do not sue me over this. I'm pretty much broke at this point anyway lol.

"Life begins at the end

of your comfort zone,"

-Unknown

+Adjusting+

It took a few hours after my realization to finally reel myself in. However, it was not at all easy. For the first few minutes I probably howled in anger and frustration at the moon like some kind of rabid animal for god knows how long really. Though when I finally noticed a burning in my throat from the sheer exhaustion of doing so, I managed to calm myself down long enough to once again take a look at my reflection in the water's edge. I guess part of me hoped that what I'd find would be different. That somehow maybe that was a wolf I had seen, and not a husky, and that I'd somehow pulled a Malia or something. Yet all hopes were dashed when I found yet again a dog staring back at me with mournful eyes. After that, it took even longer to quell the whimpers, and the tears that I knew wouldn't really come. Sure my eyes watered, but apparently dogs were unable to cry like I had once thought.

Once the whimpers waned, and the sorrow had all but left me, I found the anger that I'd had at my situation return with full force. So what does a normal dog do when it's angry?

Yep, I growled.

I growled like a lunatic for a straight hour, as I attacked my reflection in the pool of water as if doing so would suddenly reverse my situation.

It wasn't until pure exhaustion set in, that the numbness made its appearance once more. By that point I had fully resigned myself to my situation, and in a show of a true fan that had been burned by their favorite universe, I finally collapsed to the ground while begging whatever deity out there to end it all. It was a little dramatic, and there were probably a few deals I offered up that would make most blush. However, in my defense, anything was better than the situation I had landed myself in.

Finally though, as my whimpers all but left me, and my body gave into the ache I had felt earlier within the night, I eventually laid my head down in defeat and closed my eyes to the world. Part of me hoped that if I fell asleep now, that maybe I'd wake up back home, and this would all just be some cruel dream by my mind's evil designs.

It wasn't until awhile later when I felt the sun beating down upon my furry back, and the light peaking it's way behind my eyelids did I finally give in to my situation.

Yes, I was in Teen Wolf.

No, this wasn't a dream.

Yes, I was a fucking dog.

And yes, this did really fucking suck.

With that mantra now stuck in my head, I finally came to the bitter conclusion that I was going to have to make the best of my situation. So, with a great huff of annoyance, I carefully lifted my body off of the dead leaves littered around the ground beneath me, and made my way back over to the water.

Almost instantly I felt my mouth dry up, as the thought of how thirsty I really was finally hit me. It had probably been hours, maybe even longer, since I'd had something to drink. However, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that there was a pond right in front of me. I found the human within me couldn't help turning away with disgust.

Not that water was a bad thing for a dog, but the truth was, I wasn't really a dog. Hell, even in my human life you couldn't get me to drink it without it being flavored with something.

Yes, I know.

I was picky.

Probably too picky for my own good right now, but no matter how hard I willed myself to drink that nasty, disgusting pond water, it just wasn't going to happen.

At least, that's what I thought.

After a few more moments of the sun beating down upon me, and my pants continually growing worse, did I finally resign myself to the fact that I was going to have to make do with what I had. So, once more with an angry huff, I scooted across the ground towards the water and dipped my head into the icy pool before me.

Okay, so it wasn't that bad.

Water actually tasted pretty good when you feel like you've gone without it for a week. Actually, if I kept thinking happy thoughts, I could almost imagine that it tasted like Dr. Pepper. Though that was only for a brief second, before I saw a frog hop up out of the water to the right of me.

With a frightened yelp I jumped backwards, before growling at the tiny creature in annoyance.

'Stupid frog,' I thought with anger, before barking at it. That only earned me a soft 'ribbit,' before it hopped away to the other side of the pond.

'Yeah, that's right! Hop away like the coward you are Froggy. This is my domain now,' I growled with a proud look lighting up my eyes. However, that proud and courageous moment was quickly dashed as I heard the rustling of leaves behind me.

I felt my ears lay back in fear, as I whipped my head towards the sound. Part of me was frightened that it was Peter coming to finish me off. Though the rational part of me knew he wouldn't purposely come after some lousy dog…at least I really hoped he wouldn't. However, it's not like I was really worth it in his eyes probably. Like I said before, I was a dog. What could I really do to him that he would feel enough concern to finish me off?

Though, I still couldn't help remaining in that defensive position as the bushes nearby continued to rustle from an unknown source. It wasn't until a few bone-chilling moments later of anticipation, that I soon found out who had been the culprit for such a noise.

Peaking its head out through the leaves, as its beady little eyes darted back and forth, sat a very harmless little squirrel holding a small acorn within its tiny hands. As its eyes landed on me, it froze within its spot. Lifting one ear up in surprise at the little thing in front of me, I tilted my head back and forth in a curious manner. I couldn't help finding it slightly cute. The little guy almost reminded me of Scrat from that Ice Age movie with the way it seemed to worship that tiny nut in its hands.

Finally though, after a few moments of a slight staring contest, did the creature finally turn tail and run away. Shaking my head, I turned back to the water as the memory of the pain returned. Well, not just the memory, but the actually pain too.

Assessing the damage in the reflection of the pool, I noticed a few scratches lining my sides and around my jaw. Blood was also matted to my snow-like colored fur as well, and with another resigned sigh, I knew what I was going to have to do to get it off.

With another huff, I made my way forward into the pond, as my claws dug into the muddy dirt beneath the water. Grimacing at the squeamish feel it emitted from me, I finally plunged myself forward into the deeper parts of the pool.

That was probably a bad idea, because in the next second I was howling in agony both from the stingy pain of my wounds, and also from the bone chilling temperature coming off of the water. Though, after a few more seconds the cool liquid all but seemed to ease the aching wounds I had mysteriously acquired.

Part of me wanted to remain there forever, but another knew that the water would only quench me for so long. I needed to find actual food soon, and as my stomach growled in agreement, I finally managed to get enough courage to haul myself up and out of the water.

Shivering from head to toe as the wind around me blew my soaking wet fur, I couldn't help cursing myself slightly for the decision I had made. It took a few seconds of floundering around like an idiot, before I finally got the hang of shaking the water off of me like a true dog.

Though, when I no longer could shake anymore beads of cool liquid off of my fur, did I finally make my way through the woods in search of an actually meal.

Now, I do know that dogs tend to eat many things, but in this case, I was not a normal dog like I've said before. So, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to chase some poor little creature around just to have a meal. Besides, I knew what I wanted, and I wouldn't find it here in these woods. With that thought in mind, I continued to scour the preserve around me for a trail, almost praying that some poor hiker would be passing by, and would take pity on a stray dog like myself. Maybe they would have a meat snack, or a sandwich they could offer.

At least that's what I hoped for, as I searched the forest for any sign of a hiker's trail. However, after an hour of coming up with nothing, (even after stumbling upon an actual trail), I once again resigned myself to the fact that I would have to make my way towards town, and risk getting thrown into doggy jail for just begging for a tiny scrap from some poor lonely soul.

So of course, after another hour of painfully and loyally following the trail in front of me, while panting the entire time despite how much water I had inhaled earlier, I finally broke through a clearing to find myself entering into a parking lot. Of course there were no cars around at all considering my luck, so with another labored sigh, I continued to follow the road towards what I hoped was town. All the while trying to remain incognito as I hung back behind the brush of the forest every so often when I thought I heard a car approaching.

It was probably stupid of me to do that, but every time that I would hear that familiar sound of an engine from a car barreling down the road, all I could imagine was some vicious dog catcher you would see in those old cartoons; slowly eyeing me as if I was his next meal ticket. Yeah, no thank you. I refused to end up in some pound that I may or may not get adopted at. With my luck from the way the day was going, I'd probably be put down the moment I arrived.

So yeah, once again, I settled on the fact that not being seen would probably be a good idea. That way, I was in control, and I would know what I was eventually walking into.

Thankfully though, after what seemed like forever, I did finally stumble in upon the tiny town of Beacon Hills. Well, at least the suburban part of it, but I guess that would do for now.

Slowly I began making my way through the small neighborhood, trying to pretend as if I was a dog that truly belonged there. Glancing up at the sky as I made my way through, I could only guess that it was probably late in the day by this point. Which meant I had probably gone without food for twenty-four hours by now. So, as that thought ran through my mind, I urged myself forward a little more as I once again felt the aching rumble take hold inside of my stomach.

After a few more minutes of trying to blend into my surroundings, I finally stumbled upon two boys sitting outside a large gray house, munching on what could only be ham and cheese sandwiches from the smell wafting in and out of my nose. Grinning from ear to ear as best as a dog could do, I tried to come up with some sort of plan to get me a well-deserved lunch.

However, after what seemed like forever, and noticing that their sandwiches were nearly gone, did I finally give in and decide to try the cute factor on them. I mean, I was a pretty dog from what I had seen in that pool back there, and I could definitely play the cute card if I had to. Though, it did seem a little demeaning in the very least.

Trotting forward towards the two teenagers, I proceeded to turn on the cute mode as I lolled my tongue out the side of my mouth, and gave them a big huge smile in return. The reaction I was met with was not one I figured I would get.

"Uggh, where did that mutt come from," a familiar voice hissed in disgust, and it wasn't until I was right up on the teenagers did the fan-girl inside me squeal slightly, but also feel a little dejection. Sitting before me was the ever notorious Jackson Whitmore and Danny Mahealani; star players of the Beacon Hill's lacrosse team. Boyfriends of course to Lydia Martin, and eventually Ethan Steiner.

Whimpering slightly in dejection, Danny must have taken that as a sign of hunger, as he turned to his friend, and replied, "Really Jackson? The poor thing is probably just hungry, besides your kind of cute aren't you big boy."

Growling at his last words, I heard Jackson quip back to his friend, "Something tells me that isn't a boy Danny. Acts a little to much like Lydia when you piss her off if you ask me."

Rolling his eyes at his friend, I watched in pure happiness as Danny broke off a piece of his sandwich and held it out in front of me.

"Here b-girl," he coaxed, as Jackson huffed in annoyance, before warning, "Be careful. It's a stray animal Danny. Last thing we need is for you to end up in the hospital right before lacrosse season."

"Oh, you won't bite me will you girl? Mean old Jackson here doesn't know what he's talking about does he," Danny cooed, as I finally limped over to sniff the sandwich in his outstretched hand. Giving the doe-eyed kid one last skeptic look, I reached forward and took the sandwich from his outstretched palm as gently as I could. Smiling like a goofy idiot, he dusted his hands off before turning to give Jackson a smug look.

"Told you. She's just hungry. Probably lost from the looks of it too," Danny shrugged as he eyed my frazzled appearance.

Jackson rolled his eyes once more, before zeroing in on the wounds along my side. His eyes twitched ever so slightly in concern, but it was gone as soon as it had come. Shaking his head, he replied, "Looks like the mutt got in a fight recently with something big too."

Danny followed his line of vision, as he took in the marks along my ribs, as I happily chowed down on the leftover sandwich Jackson had ever so graciously decided to toss me as well.

"Yeah, probably. Those definitely look like claw marks. Mountain lion, maybe," he questioned turning to give his friend a quizzical look.

"More than likely," Jackson shrugged before getting to his feet, as he announced, "Come on, we're going to be late meeting up with Lydia and her friends. The last thing I need is to here her bitching at me again."

"What about her," Danny replied with a nod in my direction.

"What about her," Jackson sneered, as Danny rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't we take her to the vet, or at the very least the animal shelter to get looked after," Danny questioned with concern lacing his words.

"I'm not putting that mutt in my car. Besides, she smells like dog," Jackson replied turning up his nose in disgust.

"She is a dog Jackson. What do you think they smell like," Danny rolled his eyes.

"I meant she smells horrible. Besides, if she's still around when we get back then I'll just call animal control. Maybe they'll know what to do with her. Besides, she's not my concern right now anyway," Jackson grumbled, as he made his way over to his beloved Porsche.

Danny shook his head, before finally nodding. Giving me one last mournful look, he followed Jackson over to his car and hoped inside. Within seconds they were halfway down the road before I realized that it was probably not such a good idea to stick around. With another labored sigh, I took off in the opposite direction they were heading in hope of finding something else to eat. Apparently being a dog meant you had a much more heightened appetite. Just another reason why this situation really did suck.

A little while later I found myself stalking the outside of a local Hardees within the town, hoping to catch another quick meal. Of course I had been drawn to this place considering I could now smell those wonderfully delicious curly fries from a mile away. My mouth literally watered at the mere scent of the delectable spiral heavens I had once loved as a human.

Whimpering as another customer walked out the front door, I found my hopes were soon dashed as I was shooed away by the mother of the young girl beside her. It almost hurt when I heard her mumble 'bad dog,' underneath her breath.

Though, I guess I now know what those stray animals felt like on that Sarah McLaughlin commercial, as the song 'In The Arms of an Angel,' chorused through my head mockingly.

Who knew animals got treated so horribly when all they really wanted was just a bite to eat to survive? It almost made me feel bad for muting that commercial every time it used to come on.

Shaking my head, I plopped myself down on the side of the pavement, and waited patiently for the next customer to exit the building. Though it didn't seem to take that long before my interest was soon directed elsewhere, as a familiar car pulled into the parking lot.

My ears perked up in excitement, and I felt my pulse quicken as the sound of the horrible engine within the rusted up machine filled the air. Following the vision of what I could only describe as pure heaven, I watched the famous jeep I had pined after for years park alongside another beat up lemon within the parking lot; one which made this person's car look a little better in comparison. Chuckling, in probably the best dog like manner, I watched patiently as the owner of the car stumbled out of the jeep; nearly falling flat on his face at one point when he became tangled up in his seatbelt while exiting his vehicle.

I knew I probably looked like an excited little puppy, as my tail wagged back and forth with anticipation, while waiting for the driver to detangle himself from the car. It was even more entertaining to watch as he gave a sheepish smile to a pretty little blonde watching him in disdain from a car over.

With one last yank, he managed to finally free himself from the seatbelt within the jeep, and to save a little face; he quickly hopped out with the best grace he could muster before shutting the door behind him. Giving a very awkward salute to the young blonde in the car over, who could only roll her eyes at him in annoyance, he turned back around, and hurriedly made his way over to the entrance of the restaurant.

It was of course at that moment that the fan-girl inside of me finally took over, and I could only thank whatever deity out there that was listening, that I was an actually dog at that second. It was the only way I could get away with what I did next. Before he could take one step onto the sidewalk, I leapt up from my lying position, and pounced upon the one and only Stiles Stilinski with a loud bark of happiness.

"AHHH," was all he could come up with as I knocked him flat on his back from the mere force of my jump. Within seconds I found myself sloppily kissing his face in excitement and pure joy, only to finally realize after a few seconds that I was not really 'kissing,' his face, but more so slobbering all over it as I licked him to death.

"Bad dog! Bad dog! BAD DOG! Get of—oomph…okay enough with the undying affection here! Come on go! Get off," he hollered, before I finally came to my senses, and released him. He took a moment to breathe in relief before leaning up to give me a very annoyed look. All I could do in return was give him a lopsided grin, with my tongue lulling out the side of my mouth in happiness. After a few moments I noticed his look softened slightly, and he shook his head while climbing back up to his feet. Dusting himself off, and grimacing in horror as his hands came away with drool coating them, he mumbled, "Great. Just…perfect!"

I gave a yip in agreement, as he turned back to glare at me, before whipping his head back around at the sound of laughter that soon met our ears. Following the sound, I found Jackson, Lydia, and Danny climbing inside the Porsche at the restaurant adjacent to ours. My eyes narrowed in disdain, as Jackson hollered to Stiles, "Looks like you found yourself an appropriate girlfriend, Stilinski!"

"HaHaHa very, funny, Jackson," Stiles mumbled sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, before giving me one last glare in annoyance. With that, he hurried inside the restaurant to escape any further taunts coming from the star lacrosse player.

Whimpering at his quick exit, I trudged my way over to his jeep in dejection, before crawling underneath it to escape the bright sunset overhead. I had nearly had enough of the sun for one day, and the dejection from the Teen Wolf characters. Plus, my stomach wouldn't stop rumbling in pain as I was once again reminded of how hungry and thirsty I truly was.

A part of me…. okay, scratch that… my entire being still wished I was human again, and not this lousy dog. It would have made things so much easier. However, thinking back to what had just happened with Stiles, a small part of me thanked every deity that I had been a dog, or else that would have been very embarrassing.

Sighing, I laid my head down on my paws, and relaxed in the cool shade that the jeep above me provided. At the very least, one part of this horrible day was taken care of for the moment, and that was getting out of the sun even if it was only for just a brief while.

Relaxing underneath the cool shade, my thoughts traveled back to another time when I had loved to bask in the sun of a midsummer's day. I could almost taste the sweet nectar of the kool-aid I had been sipping on that day, and the sound of music floating up from the stereo nearby as Keegan and I joyfully laughed along to another ridiculous story our friend Elaine had been discussing with us. I think it had been something about some stupid boy she had been dating at the time, and how sloppy of a kisser he had been, but I guess none of that mattered now. All I had left now were the memories of that wonderful day, as I joked and laughed with my friends. It was apparently a time I would never get back, and I had to come to terms with that now.

Sighing deeply, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and perked my ears up at the noise. Turning my eyes towards the intruder's direction, I found Stiles ragged sneakers staring back at me as he tried and failed to unlock his car door with his keys. Letting out a long string of curses, he finally managed to wrench the door open, before tossing the bags of food inside.

Just the smell of the bags had my mouthwatering in seconds, and before I could control myself, I quickly found an opening in which to retrieve the juicy meal.

Stiles had just clumsily dropped his keys behind him, and as he turned to retrieve them, I crawled out from underneath the car. Hopping inside to the back seat where the bags were currently laying in wait for just me…. okay, probably not really, but that's what it felt like… I sighed in relief at my brilliant plan.

I knew it was wrong to steal, or do this to poor Stiles, but I was just so hungry! Besides, he was the forgiving type of guy right?

I laid quietly in the back seat of his car as he hopped back inside of the jeep, and turned it on. The moment I heard music blaring from the radio up front, as Stiles tried and failed horribly to sing along with it, I reached over and nudged the bag open with my nose. Instantly the smell of curly fries wafted up from inside, and filled my nostrils with a scent that I could only describe as celestial. I swear I could almost hear angels singing hallelujah in the background as I dug into them. All the while, Stiles remained oblivious to my presence as he sang along to the chorus of Elton John's, 'I'm Still Standing.'

Personally, I think the song suited him quite well… if only he hadn't been wailing along with it.

Rolling my eyes at the cat like gurgles he was emitting from the front seat as he tried to follow along with the high notes, I quickly finished off his curly fries in one last gulp. With my stomach now slightly sated, I fell back against the seat just as we crossed a bump in the road; thankfully hiding the fact of my presence as Stiles continued to hum along to another song that came on soon after the last.

Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment of peace and rest, as I swayed back and forth to the rocking of the car. It was almost like a silent lullaby, as it quietly lulled me into a long awaited deep sleep.

Of course, even in sleep I wasn't allowed peace, and I was forced once again to relive what had brought me into this world. I could almost distinctly here the sound of squealing tires, and smell the rusty scent of blood all over again. I could even hear the shouts and cries of the onlookers as I struggled to take one breath after the next. Though it was the face of Ryan that drew me into the nightmare. Not because of the sorrowful looked he held, but because of the new look he now wore. It was almost full of malice as he grimaced in disdain down at me.

"Ryan," I mouthed, as I found no words could really leave my lips.

"It's your own fault, Harley. All of this is because of you," he hissed, as tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes at his harsh words. Trying to reach my hand towards him like I had once done, I found I could not get far as he reached out, and took it in a vice-like grip within his own. I yelped in pain as he hissed once more, "Better you die like the bitch you are." Suddenly his features transformed into something more sinister…something… no…someone else entirely. Within seconds, I was looking into the blood red eyes of the Alpha, before he lunged forward to rip me apart.

Startled, I awoke with a cry in fear, as a newer vision took hold in front of me, and an even angrier face glared down at me.

"What in the…! Are you fricking kidding me right now," the voice cried in anger and frustration, before yelling out, "Get out! Out!"

Looking up at Stiles sheepishly, I had enough gall to feel the slightest bit horrible about what I had done…but like I said…slightly.

"I said OUT," he hollered, before reaching in to try to gently remove me from his car. At least that, I could be thankful for. Even when Stiles was mad, apparently he still had a bit of a heart and a soft spot for a poor defenseless creature.

With a huff, I finally gave in and climbed out as I came to stand beside him while he scoured through what had once been his dinner.

"Are you kidding me! You ate every last one of them! Uggh, and is this… drool," he grumbled in disgust, before quickly wiping his hand across his pants. Reaching back into the bag, I heard him give a slight sigh of relief, before mumbling, "At least you left the burgers behind. Thankfully they're still intact, and drool free."

What could I say? I hated tomatoes, and I could smell them from a mile away now. If it hadn't of been for that simple fact they'd probably be gone too.

Knowing I was in deep trouble, I tried the cute factor again hoping he'd be a little more forgiving if I showed him that I was even the slightest bit sorry. Laying down flat against the pavement, I crawled over to him, while giving him slight whimpers in regret.

Rubbing his head in frustration, he tried to keep his eyes closed to ignore me, but finally it seemed his big caring heart won out. Opening his eyes to look down at me, he sighed in remorse, before crouching down in front of me.

"Sorry there bud. I know you have to be hungry, but damn-it, why did you have to go and eat my dad's curly fries. He's been going about them for a week now since I got him on that new diet finally. Oh my God! He's going to kill me," Stiles groaned in despair, as I let out another whimper. If I could feel even worse by this point, I don't think it could be possible. I liked Stiles's dad from the T.V. show. He was always so caring, and funny. He had been a good dad, and someone I had looked up to in that show. He had been like the father figure I had wished that I'd had in my own childhood, and now, I had gone and taken away something that apparently meant a lot to him.

I know, it was just curly fries, but still… I knew how bad a diet was. I mean, Keegan had made me try every one known to man while I had been human, and I had always looked forward to those cheat days when I could finally get what I considered a real meal. So yeah, I felt really bad for Mr. Stilinski right now, and even worse at myself for taking something so precious to him.

Whimpering once again, I saw Stiles eyes soften, before he let out a huge sigh of resignation. Nodding to himself, and his own thoughts, he mumbled, "I guess I could always give him the rest of mine. Besides, from the looks of it, you needed to eat just as much as the next person."

Smiling at the forgiveness, and the understanding look he had given me, I crawled even further towards him before reaching up to give him a big sloppy wet kiss on the side of his face.

"Uggh, please don't do that," he groaned in disgust as he wiped his cheek with the end of his shirt. However, when he turned back to look at me, he gave me a huge smile.

Reaching out to pet me, he replied, "Guess you are kind of cute though, aren't you boy?"

'What in the…Why does everyone think I'm a boy,' I growled, as he backed away immediately from the sound. With his heart racing, he glanced downwards, as I shuffled side to side in embarrassment as I realized what he was doing.

"Okay, not boy. Definitely not boy," he mumbled before chuckling to himself, as he continued on with, "Guess you're a cute girl then huh?"

Yipping in agreement at his statement, and fan-girling a little at his comment, I lunged forward into his arms, as he tried to steady himself once again with the new added weight. After a second he gave me a huge smile, as he rubbed my body and scratched behind my ears.

Normally, under the circumstances, this would have definitely freaked me out. However, as he hit a very precious spot behind one of my ears, I soon realized why dogs loved this so much. It actually felt pretty good…different…but good all the same.

"Well, as much as I would love to stay out here with you girl, and continue to keep on petting you, I do have a previous engagement. Though I guess I could bring you out some food and water later if you're still around. Though I wouldn't advise it. If my dad sees you, he'll probably cart you off down to the animal shelter. He's always been a bit of a stickler about me having a dog as a pet. Something or another about me not being responsible enough to handle one," Stiles grinned, before standing back up to retrieve his and his dad's meals from the car.

"See you later, I guess girl," Stiles replied, before giving me one more pat on the head, as he made his way over to the front door of his home. However, a second later he returned with a sheepish look in my direction as he remembered that he had forgotten to shut his car door. If a dog could roll their eyes, I probably would have in that moment as I watched his retreating form.

The moment I heard the click come from the front door as it latched, I hurried over to their backyard, and quickly found a nice, quiet, and shaded area to lie in for the moment. I guess part of me hoped that he'd keep to his word, and bring me something out later. Though another part of me wondered if he'd even remember considering the up close and personal encounter I'd had with him and his personality.

Chuckling in a doggy-like manner, I closed my eyes, and decided to once again drift off to sleep underneath the porch steps of Stiles Stilinski's home. Something I never imagined I would be doing in all my life as a human. I guess life had a funny way of throwing you curve balls. It seemed the universe was doing that a lot to me lately.

Welp, that's all for now folks. This chapter changed a little bit at the beginning, but I just couldn't bring myself to change all of it. It flowed a little bit better than the last, but it still needed some work….especially with the Peter and Laura scene. Hopefully ya'll like it a bit better, and hopefully this revised version of this story worked out. Now I'm not going to promise you a deadline for when I plan to post another chapter, because honestly…I haven't really started a next chapter yet. I haven't had much time to focus on writing with work and home drama lately. However, as soon as I can, I will try to get a start on it, and get it out to you. In the meantime I hope this will be okay, and I apologize if this wasn't enough, or if I fooled you into thinking there was a new chapter. However, I do promise to get another one out as soon as I can, and I do plan on continuing this even if it takes a lifetime to do so. Either way though, have a nice day ya'll, and please…DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW lol!

Yours Truly,

DesireOfFantasy