Warning, sexy times ahead! It is clearly marked at the beginning and the end so if you don't want to read it you don't have to.
The rest of the school year passed by without much change. Mr. Harris was a dick, training with Deaton and the pack progressed nicely, and things finally had a chance to settle. For the last three months there has always been a threat hanging over our heads. First it was psycho Alpha Peter, then the Kanima, and the Hunters. But now that all of those threats are gone, things are actually peaceful.
But not everything is perfect. Don't get me wrong. There are still many issues that have yet to be resolved. Scott hasn't talked to anyone in the pack, and doesn't look to be wanting to anytime soon. I am worried that he will fall to become an Omega soon. And with our luck there will be some great big threat ready to drop on us at any second. He will be alone and weaker than he would be with us a pack. Derek and I have talked many hours about this fact. He knows that I still consider Scott my brother, and I probably always will. But I can't let his transgressions against the pack to just be let go without thought. He still needs to ask and earn forgiveness, not only from myself, but from everyone in the pack.
Then there is the whole Peter issue. Derek still hasn't made him feel like a welcome member of the pack, but at the same time he does include him in pack meetings and training. Most of this is encouraged by me, but surprisingly enough Isaac has been talking with Peter as well. Isaac really has risen to being Derek's second and head Beta. He is still a puppy and will always be one to me, but after watching him this last month, he has gained a fierceness about him. He is almost as protective of the pack as I am. He, like Derek, has come to think of the pack as his family. All of us have, but this is the only family they have, and they take that to heart. Isaac and I have also been helping Derek to open up more to the other pack members. He does special one-on-one training with each of them, as well as takes a more vested role in each of their lives. When Final Exams for the semester were coming up, he put a pause on the regular training and had us all form a study group. Even he and Peter helped us where they could. The pack has become a lot closer because of it too. They all look at Derek as a leader, but also as a friend.
Jackson had a really hard time transitioning into pack life. He resisted talking to us and trusting us. His attitude never really went away, but it has also become more bark than bite (Dog jokes, still funny). Derek and he even went off into the woods for a weekend once, and when they came back Jackson was more relaxed. He even went so far once that one time when I was walking down the hallway and some asshole rammed into me on purpose, the next day the dude came to school with a black eye. I haven't heard the whole story, but Lydia said she had to drag Jackson off of him, or he would have had much more serious injuries. He played it off saying that only he was allowed to knock me around, and I didn't feel the need to make a jab at him. He really is just like the other Betas even if he won't admit it.
Puppy piles are also a more common occurrence now. It usually happens after a training session, and we all end up back at Derek's or my place. We watch movies, eat, and just hang out. But we are all on top of each other, sprawled, laying, and cuddling with each other. Derek still hasn't joined in yet though. He always takes a chair further off from the group. Sometimes I don't let him sit by himself and I will crawl over on his lap, usually Isaac follows and sits by his legs, but he never joins us in the mess of bodies. I can see that they others are starting to get distressed by it. Well not see so much as feel. They are all happy, but then there is always an undercurrent of something else. I don't think that Derek has felt it, and every time I try to bring it up to him, he always brushes the topic aside or tries to distract me with something else.
For as much as he has opened up, there is still something holding him back. It is another thing that he won't talk to me about, but I think it has to do with his family. I think he is worried that if he gets too close to us, and lets himself feel that way again, then it will be ripped from him. Even our more private interactions have been getting less frequent lately. He is still affectionate and loving, but there is a fear there. I have tried to reassure him that everything will be okay, but nothing seems to be working.
The Hale house is coming along nicely. It will take most of the summer to finish it. We had a few really wet weeks and that has pushed back the planning a bit, but everything is still moving along. At night I have snuck into the construction site and started laying runes on the ground work and in the basement. I want to give Derek that extra bit of security, that he won't lose this house a second time.
My powers have been advancing in leaps and bounds. I don't even really need the focus for my empathy anymore. It has become almost second nature. I can even turn it off if I want to. I don't like to be too intrusive with everyone, but they have also come to accept that they can't really hide anything from me. My basic skills have come far as well. Making a mountain ash barrier requires almost no thought at all, and I have been able to manipulate it to greater effects as well. Not only can I make it so no supernatural body can cross it, but I can make anything within it, untraceable and virtually undetectable. It has freaked out the pack the few times I have done it, only because they can't hear my heartbeat or pick up my scent when I make it happen. But it is good to know that such a thing is possible. My barrier magic has been more of a slow process, but I am getting better with that too. I have managed to make a sort of shield around myself that is almost a second skin. I can take a hit better because of it, and it is even scratch resistant to the pack's claws, and Allison's arrows. Now I am trying to figure out a way to focus enough to transfer the shield to someone else, and eventually hold multiple up at the same time. I don't want to have to ever use it, but I also want to be prepared for the worse.
Dad took finding out about my magic about as well as I expected. He grounded me for a week. He was going to do more, but I convinced him, that the magic was there, and that it gave me an edge against all the supernatural shit out there, he relented, and gave his blessing. Deaton and I have even started on working on a weapon for myself. Allison really wanted me to try a bow, but I just don't think that I have the focus required to gain the type of dedication she has to the art. Instead I have taken one of my old lacrosse sticks and Deaton and I have been inscribing runes on it to make it stronger. This way I can use it as a club and it won't just shatter against a wolf, and also as a way to bring out a focus for some of the more difficult spells. I also wanted the stick, because I have been looking up ways to make wolfsbane bombs, and other things like that so when it comes to a fight, I am not just standing on the sidelines trying to stay out of the way. I have had a few successes, and Lydia has taken to helping me with them. Her chemistry genius has been most welcome.
I have also started thinking about telling Danny everything. He would be a great asset to the pack, and it would give Jackson someone else to talk to about all of this. I don't know if he would want the bite, but I am not really thinking about that. Isaac seems to know what I have been thinking, and has been talking to Danny more too. At first I thought it was because he was attracted to Danny, but now I can see that it is more to make him feel welcome with us. And I know that staying with Derek has been really good for him. Dad has even taken to calling him and Derek son when they are over at the house. The first time it happened, I think Isaac almost started crying, and Derek just kept his reaction inside. But later that night he let me see one tear fall from his eye.
The only things that have been really out of place are these nightmares that I keep having. Deaton says that they are going to be normal for a while as my powers settle, but they keep getting worse. I haven't said anything to the others, and I asked him not to as well. I don't want to worry them if it's nothing. Derek hasn't been spending the nights in my bed, and for once I am grateful. I wake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Sometimes I am crying when I wake, and others are I digging my nails so hard into the palms of my hands I am drawing blood. It has been happening for about two weeks now, and they only continue to get worse.
Last night's dream was the worst one yet. I wake in the dream to find myself in a small dark cramped space. I started banging on the top of the box and I am screaming so much that I go hoarse. There are claw marks on the sides of the walls, and my fingers are bleeding. Then when the top opens, I rush out only to find myself in the school hallway. There are so many people around, but none of them will look at me. There is still blood streaked across my hands and clothes, but everyone just ignores me. I try to talk to a few people, but their faces all avert from me. So I lash out and strike the closest one too me. They drop to the floor dead. Then another, and another. Eventually after killing most of them I am running out the doors and I find myself in the woods. There is someone screaming in the distance and I am chasing the noise. Twigs and underbrush rip at my legs, and pierce the bottoms of my bare feet. The screaming gets worse, and when I finally make it through the trees, there is a huge wolf crowding over a dead body. He looks up at me and then howls at the visible moon. It chases me back through the trees, and I don't know how I am not getting caught. He is playing with me before he kills me. I get to another clearing, and this one has a woman in it. She is familiar, but I can't place her. She is holding a heart in one hand and a torch in another. When she throws the torch behind her it hits a house that is immediately up in flames and then has a knife in her hand and stabs the heart. I start to seize and fall to the ground, writhing in pain and there is no one there to help me. That is when wake up for real. I am shaking so bad that I can't move. My chest hurts like I was the one that was stabbed. Dad comes in the room. I must have been screaming, and when he comes to touch me, I scream louder, and fight him off.
I spend all night in the corner of my room huddled in a ball just trying to draw in steady breaths. Derek arrives at some point and tried to comfort me, but I react the same when he touches me. It feels like needles stabbing me over and over again all over my body. It makes me want to rip off my skin and I just pull myself into a tighter ball. Light finally comes through the windows and I am finally aware of my surroundings. "Derek?"
"I'm here." His voice sounds ragged. And when I look up I can see the fear in his eyes. But I can't feel anything. I am just so numb. It scares me at first, but then it is a welcome feeling. I can't feel anything right now, if I did I think it might kill me. "What can I do Stiles? I need to help you. What can I do?"
"I need to see Deaton." He nods and pulls out his phone. As he talks I pull myself stiffly from the corner, and I can hear small pops and cracks all along my bones. My muscles are tense and that numb feeling is sitting at the tips of my fingers and toes.
"He said he will meet us there. I'll go down and get the car. Do you need anything?" All I can give him in return is a shake of my head. He is hurting, and I am the one causing it, yet there is nothing I can do to comfort him. I can't even comfort myself. When he leaves, I change my clothes, and pull together a bag of things I think I might need. I have a feeling that I won't be home for a little while, but I don't want to alarm anyone.
When I pass dad in the kitchen he looks even more worried than Derek and quietly says goodbye. I think I should hug him, but then I remember the pain that flares up when they tried to touch me, and I let the though pass. There should be guilt there. I know the feeling well, and I know that I should be feeling it, but it isn't there. Then I know that I should be scared, but that feeling doesn't appear either. The numbness is preventing me from feeling anything. I think I know what has happened, but I need Deaton to confirm it. He has been in contact with one of his colleagues, a fellow empath. He has had a bit of useful information for me on what to expect in terms of coming into this power, but he lives a more solitary life, and doesn't know how being part of a wolf pack will affect me.
The drive to Deaton's is quite, and I can see that Derek is tense. I used to be able to feel the tension, but now all I feel is nothing. When we get there Deaton ushers me back to his office, but I ask Derek to say out front. I need to do this, and I know he will try to stop me.
"My powers have gone beyond control, haven't they?" I ask after I tell him about my dream.
"Not beyond control, but you are losing some of the control you have when you are not conscious. Not an uncommon thing for people with the Gift."
"Yeah, but this is bad. Most people with the Gift don't have empathy, and aren't part of a wolf pack. I think their emotions are spilling too much over into me, and I have started to take their dreams as well, more like nightmares actually. The way the dream went, it was like all of the dreams I have had previously, but streamed together into one colossal nightmare. I need to get control over this. I can't be weak anymore."
"All right. What do you want me to do?"
I explain my plan to him and he agrees to help me out. This is going to be a very hard week, not only for me but for the pack as well. I have to cut myself off from them while I get my power under control. So while he goes into one of his storage rooms to start making space for what I need, I head back out to the waiting room, where Derek is pacing back and forth. "Hey."
He sensed me coming out, and walks over to the desk. He tries to go for me but the mountain ash lined wood blocks his entry. This is what I need. He won't be able to stop me. "What's wrong, what is it? Stiles, I can't… what do you need from me?" His voice is pained and straining with every word. I hate to see him like this.
"Nothing. Everything will be okay."
"What aren't you telling me?"
"I have to do something. Something that is going to be hard for all of us. But I don't have a choice Derek, believe me, if I didn't have to do this I wouldn't."
"What are you going to do Stiles? Tell me." There is panic edging on his voice. And I step forward closer to him. The feeling is starting to return, and it is faint, but I can feel the love for the man standing in front of me. Then I remember why he is my anchor. One of my hands goes up to cup his face, and I draw him in for a quick kiss, ignoring the spike of pain it causes, then pull back before he can pull me over the barrier between us. "Stiles, what are you doing?"
"I have to retreat into myself for a little while. I will come back, but my empathy is too out of control when I am unconscious. It is reaching through the bonds and…"
"Those nightmares you won't tell me about."
I give a small laugh. "You won't sleep in my bed, but you still creep outside my house."
"Stiles-"
"It's okay, sourwolf. I love you too." Deaton comes back and says the room is ready for me. I give one last longing look to Derek and retread back into the storage room. Derek is yelling for me now and I can tell that he has started to shift back and forth. When I get to the room I lay out the circle with the mixture that I made from my first lesson with Deaton. I need a barrier that will keep everyone and everything away. My magic will sustain my body while I am in this state, or at least I hope it will. Derek's yells get louder and louder, I am afraid that he will wreck the waiting room, but I don't hear any crashing. I step into the circle right before I finish the last of is and as the opaque dome starts to come up around me I feel the barrier of the mountain ash in the waiting room break. I don't know how, but Derek broke it. He is running towards me, but they the time he reaches me it is too late. The dome is complete, and I am cut off from the rest of the world.
Well not completely cut off. After the connection breaks I feel like I can breathe for the first time. I take my phone out and fire off a text to my dad that I will be gone for a week and not to worry. I also send one to Isaac, saying to watch after my dad, and that Derek probably won't be around much. He sends one back with alarm, and I reply saying that I needed to do this and not to worry too much. Everything will be fine. And that I need him to take care of the pack in my absence. Then I turn my phone off. I need this time to re-attune myself and let all of the recent changes fall into their proper places.
…
The next few days pass without notice, time doesn't have meaning anymore. I am in and out of sleep. When I am awake I am meditating and trying to gather my thoughts. There is something always pressing against my consciousness though. A presence, and I can't determine what it is, but I find that focusing on it helps me gain control again. Trying not to think about the pack and Derek is hard. Now that I have full control of my emotions again, they are all over the place. I find myself going over each nightmare I have had in the last week. Each one is from a different pack member. The wolves anyway. My connection with them has been stronger.
The first dream is of being trapped in that freezer. Isaac's father used to punish him by putting him in there and locking the lid closed. The panic that sets in when you can't get out is unbearable. I never want him to have to feel that way again. I know that he is in a good place now, but I feel the need to reassure him. All of them really. He has done exceptionally well given the circumstances of this life, and although I wish I could eradicate that pain from his life, it has made him who he is today. And I am extremely proud of him for that.
The next dream is Boyd's. He took the bite to not only be a part of something, but also to gain recognition. He always sat by himself at lunch. He never really had any friends. Even now, he keeps to himself. Not accustomed to talking has made him this strong silent type. When I get out of here I am going to sit down with him and just wait for him to say something. If he doesn't want to talk, then I will spend the day in silence with him. Even though I might drive myself crazy in the process. He needs to know that the pack has his back no matter what, and that we will always be there for him.
Jackson's dream is the one that scares me the most. I am not scared of him, but I am scared for him. He still thinks of himself as a monster. He still thinks that he is going to go crazy and kill everyone. And really, I can't blame him for feeling like that. He wasn't in control of himself and that is a scary thing. His life has been about control. I don't really know how to help him get past this. But I think that being part of the pack and having Lydia at his side are doing him good. Maybe I can get Derek to do some more one-on-one coaching with him. After that weekend they spent out in the woods he came back so much brighter. He too has done well in the face of adversity and has opened up to us even though it went against how he had been living his life all these years. He has come the farthest of everyone in the pack and should be recognized for that.
The monster that appears in the woods could only be Peter. He really is trying to make amends with everyone in the pack, not just Derek. But he finds himself on the outskirts, part of the pack, but still a lone wolf in most regards. I am going to make sure that he feels more included, and when the Hale house is done being built I will suggest to Derek that Peter gets his own room. That might make him feel more welcome. There is only so much I can do to help though. I can't just force the pack to trust him and expect them to fall in line. The pack isn't run like that. It never will be.
For as much bravado and confidence that Erica emits, she is still insecure on the inside. Sometimes she still sees herself as that girl with epilepsy, and lets that define her. The wolf has helped her in many ways, but all of her insecurities about herself still remain. Being with Boyd has helped her so much. I think that they may end up as mates in the near future. She really has become a good friend, as close as Isaac and I are. Somehow we always manage to get ourselves into some kind of trouble. And she like Boyd has friends now. Maybe I can convince Lydia and Allison to take her shopping and have a girl's day out.
Derek. He won't talk to me about the past. He knows that I know what happened, and that no one blames him, not even Peter. Kate took advantage of him and used his innocence against him. But he still sees himself at fault and refuses to believe anything else. He still had nightmares about the fire. The memories that Peter gave him all those months ago, they still haunt him. I just want him to let them go. I know that it isn't something that will happen all at once, but he isn't even really trying. Isaac says sometimes he still sleeps in the abandoned warehouse. He feels like it's a punishment he deserves. Whenever I try to talk to him about it, he always shuts down. I have to make him listen, and believe me when I tell him that it isn't his fault. He has to let me in so I can be there for him. If he doesn't then I am afraid that this bond we share will suffer for it.
…
After I gain control back, and the bond to my power grows stronger, I think I am finally ready to lower the shield and go back out into the world. As I start to undo the magic that has contained me light starts to filter in and the walls start to drop. I am not sure what to expect when they are completely down, but a massive black wolf is not what I thought I would see. But as soon as I look into his violet eyes, I know that this is Derek. As the circle starts to fade he rushes me and I am knocked over. The wolf is larger than any wolf I have ever seen before. This is the true Alpha form. Not the twisted version that Peter was. The wolf must stand almost to my chest. And when he knocks me down he settles on top of me. There is a growl and then a whine, and I am hit full of emotions from him. Fear, concern, and love are the most predominant. I get flashes of images; they are all from Derek's perspective.
I am walking away slowly towards the back of the clinic, and he is shouting for me. He can't cross the line and Deaton refuses to let him through. He is shifting back and forth from human to Beta. Then he is pushing at the barrier. Using all of his strength and will to get past it. Deaton looks on with mild shock. Derek is winning the fight with the barrier. Then the wood on the door splinters and Derek is through, racing to where I am holed up. He watches me disappear from the world, because that is what it looks like from the outside, that the space I am taking up is just empty. The dome isn't visible to him. After the dome is closed he howls, howls like I have never heard him howl before. There is rage, and unbearable sadness. Within fifteen minutes the rest of the pack is there, but he glares at them and snarls a warning to stay back. Isaac is the only one who remains, he says something to Derek, I can't hear the words, but it sounds like he is trying to comfort him. Then he is gone and Derek starts shifting again. He can't control it. It isn't long before the wolf takes over and he lays himself against the barrier, trying to get to me. Deaton comes by with food for him every once in a while, but Derek never eats it.
When I come back to myself, I latch on to the fur at the wolf's neck and pull myself to him and bury my face in him. "I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I had to do that. I couldn't take it anymore. It was painful to just exist. I am so sorry that I left you; I will never leave you again. You were there with me the whole time. I felt you. You never left me even though I left you." Fur starts to recede and melds into skin. "I have control now, I won't have to do that ever again. I just couldn't feel Derek. I couldn't even feel love for you. That scared me. I knew I should feel love and fear, but I felt nothing. I was numb. And I had to gain control over this, so that I could love you again. I-"
(Starts)_
His lips are crashing over mine and pulling the breath from my lungs. This kiss is more primal than any of the others we have shared. He weight is a welcome presence over my body. He is tethering me, grounding me back to everything. His mouth moves from my lips across my jaw and down my neck. He laves at my pulse point and sucks a bruise there. Then another, and another. He switches sides and starts the process over again. All I can do is lie there are writhe under him, and rut up against his body. His bare body. One of my hands tangle in his hair holding him in place while the other roams across his back giving me the leverage I need to thrust against him. My pants are so uncomfortable but I can't even think about it for more than a second. We are thrusting against each other in tandem and I can see sparks fly. He moves back over to my mouth and continues the bruising kiss, but this time with more fire, more passion. His tongue is mapping every corner of my mouth and I give in willingly. My legs wrap around his waist needing to create more friction and pressure. I am so close it hurts. He must be too because his thrusts get more insistent and I am being pushed into the floor. A familiar warmth starts in my stomach and spreads to encompass my whole body until I feel like I am on fire, and then I reach my peak and let my release go. My body shutters and I hold tight against him. He gives three more shallow thrusts and I can feel him pulse against me. His lips never leave mine even though we both are gasping for air.
After he calms back down, he goes to move off of me, but I pull him down to lie on top of me. I want him to stay there. He hesitates but gives in, wrapping his arms around me in a vice like grip. When our breathing settles back to normal, I press my forehead against his and we look into each other's eyes not needing to say anything. After pressing a final kiss to his swollen lips my eyes close and I drift into unconsciousness. But there is another presence here, and I know he won't leave.
(Ends)_
…
When I wake up I am not in Deaton's storage room anymore. I am home in my bed, and Derek is lying next to me sound asleep. But he must hear my heartbeat change and wakes with me. "Hey."
"Morning."
"How long was I out?"
"You were at Deaton's for a week. You scared the shit out of me Stiles." His voice is raw and cracks near the end.
"I know, and I am sorry, but it had to be done. I was coming apart at the seams."
"I know, I could feel it happening, I just didn't know what to do."
"Neither did I, not until Deaton confirmed what I thought was happening."
"What was happening?"
"The pack bond was affecting my empathy. All of your dreams and sub conscious' were seeping into my own. And me being the dumbass I am, tried to fix it all without realizing it."
"You're not a dumbass."
"Well, my mind couldn't handle the pressure of six wolves' worst fears, and it started to break down. My power cut me off from my emotions to try and regain some control, but I knew that it wouldn't last. So I had to sever myself from the rest of you while I got it under control. How is everyone else? Are they all okay?"
"They're fine. We were all worried about you. But I wouldn't let them near you."
I caress his cheek and plant a gentle kiss on his lips. "They are all downstairs aren't they?"
"I tried to make them leave, but after you came back they all felt it through the bond and refused to go." My face heats up at the mention of coming back.
"Did we really…" Derek lets go a happy growl. "I'll take that as a yes." I can feel the heat spread to my ears and neck. "Was it good? I mean for you? Cause it was amazing for me. I mean like unbelievably amazing. And I hope that it was at least half as good-"
"Stiles. It was beyond amazing…"
"But?"
"…It can't happen again."
"What? Why not?" I sit up slowly and Derek sits with me.
"I was so close to claiming you."
"Good. I want you to claim me. I want to be yours." His eyes bleed bright amethyst and the silver ring becomes more pronounced. When he speaks it comes out a hoarse growl.
"Stiles I can't do that. You can't speak to me like that." There is a pleading in his eyes that makes me a little sad. He is fighting his nature. That can't be healthy.
"Why, I want it. You know I do. What is stopping you? I feel like we are already bonded."
"In a sense we are. Peter explained a few things about being Mates. But the fact that we are True Mates makes things a bit more difficult. Normally with Mates a simple acknowledgement from both people is enough to establish the bond."
"Yeah, I already knew that."
"Yes, well with True Mates, there must be a… physical connection when that happens."
"Okay. So we have to be touching."
"No Stiles." Then it dawns on me. Sex.
"We have to have sex for it to finalize?"
"Well, yes…"
"There's more? I mean I totally want to have sex with you, to make love with you. I have for a while now." And that is the truth. All of my current fantasies involve Derek. And let me tell you, there are a lot of them.
"Stiles there's more…"
"What more can there be? You have to tell me, Der. I won't know it unless you say." He looks almost worried. Scared even. What could be so bad that I would turn away from him?
"I have to knot you." It comes out almost a whisper. My first reaction is to just say okay, but then I think about what he just said.
"You have to what!?"
"I have to knot you." He is blushing. Oh my God! Derek Hale is blushing.
"You mean you have one!"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I don't know, we can only knot our Mates."
"Oh." I let the information sink in. He has to knot me. Derek has to put his knot in me, and tie us together. The blood is racing from my head to somewhere below the belt.
"Stiles. I would never force that on you, I-" He must be picking up the arousal that has to be coming off of me in waves. His eyes go wide. "Stiles?"
I bury my head in his chest. "Sorry." My whole face is hot. I am so blushing.
He pulls me back to stare into my eyes searching for something he must find, and then crashes his lips to mine. "Mine." He growls the word more than says it. But then he jerks back and is on the opposite side of the room.
"Derek, what's wrong?"
"I can't Stiles."
"Why?"
"You're too young. This would be final. No going back." There is only a hint of truth in his words. There is something else. And I think I know what it is.
"That isn't the problem here. I think I know what is wrong." I get off the bed and walk over to him, stumbling a bit. He catches me and holds me close to him, with tension lacing his body. "If you're not ready for that advancement in our relationship, we can wait. I get it. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything. We can take this at your speed. Just know that I am ready. I love you so much, and I can't wait for that to happen. I mean I am a pretty hott young dude, my sex drive is off the charts, I'm horny all the time-"
"Stiles." That growl is so freaking sexy I just want to…
"Sorry, but, no, I'm not sorry. But I will be patient. I'm not going anywhere." One of his hands snakes around my back, while the other cups the back of my neck. He lets his forehead rest against mine and he looks me in the eyes.
"Stiles, I…" He falters with his words. But there is so much emotion flowing through the bond between us. He doesn't need to say it for me to know how he feels.
"I know, I love you too." It may not be perfect, and we may have rough times ahead, but he is mine. And I am his. That is all I really care about at this point.
Hope you guys liked it! I have a lot going on in this part of the series. Stiles has magic, and lots of wolfy training. There is about one or two chapters that don't mesh into the story well so those will read more like one shots and for that I am sorry. I did the best i could. Also when some of the more graphic parts of the story happen, i.e. sex, I will put in a breaker so that not all of you guys who want to read it have to. This will be my first time writing it, so please be kind to me.
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