Disclaimer: I don't own the original charecters in this story, but I own the idea to it.
"Stiles?" Peter asked one day. Weeks had passed since the kid had been dropped off by its mother.
"What is it?" Stiles asked softly while trying to fix a potion.
"When do you think mommy will return?" He asked and looked up from the book he was trying to read and looked at Stiles.
"Do you think that she maybe can't find me?" He added after some time with a thoughtful expression on his face.
They had moved two weeks ago and were now living in New York.
It had been hell to fly over to the city. Every five minutes some people had asked him about Peter and how sweet and cute he was.
The puppy had always hid behind Stiles, what had made him even more adorable.
It had pissed Stiles off, he even wanted to hex them.
"No…. She probably isn't done with the business yet" He said with a small smile.
He had learned to hold back his temper around the kid. He was usually pissed about interruptions, but every time Peter asked him something while he was working, it was actually nice to talk to him.
Soon the kid just nodded and went back to reading the book he had found on Stiles grand bookshelf.
"What are you doing?" Peter soon asked and was by Stiles side, trying to get on the counter to watching him.
Stiles smiled as he saw the kid like this and picked the puppy up and placed him on the counter.
"A magic potion" He said and the kids eyes lightened up.
"What kind? What does it do?" Peter asked enthusiastically.
"It changes the person who drinks this in their true self" Stiles said and the kid raised an eyebrow at Stiles, thinking.
"So It would turn me in a wolf?" Peter asked after a few seconds and Stiles smiled.
"Probably" He said.
"Awesome" Peter whispered while watching the spark work.
The wolf pup soon felt asleep on the counter and Stiles brought Peter to the bedroom and tucked him in, before returning to work.
"It would be interesting to see what it does to a werewolf" Stiles whispered.
I hope you liked this chapter.