To: Vile (guest reviewer), who couldn't even post their own name: Thank you for the criticism. I'll keep that in mind. As for your last suggestion, thanks but no thanks.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

I'm honestly not as upset from Vile's comment as I probably should be, so don't worry. Honestly, I really, truly just took it as criticism to make my story better for you all.


"You really think he's dangerous? Come on, guys, he's drooling."


In hindsight, Stiles should have realized something terrible was going to happen.

Beacon Hills, despite having an alpha pack in town, was suspiciously quiet. In fact, there had been fewer monster attacks for the last few weeks and Stiles tries not to think that it lines up with the time that Percy arrived in Beacon Hills. Just when they thought they were safe, that maybe the alpha pack really wasn't going to do anything and they could relax, they decided to make their move.

The karaoke competition was still going, not even finished with round one, when Derek arrived. He was upset and frantic, looking for them in the large crowd. He came over, growling something about leaving and it being urgent. Thank goodness Jackson at least got to finish his song. That would have been messed up a bit.

"Sorry, Percy," The Stilinski gave him an apologetic look, standing from the table. "Gotta go, but I'll see ya at home."

The nineteen year-old gave him an assessing look before smiling, nodding his head, "It's okay. Be safe," He waved, going back to his conversation with Lucas about the pros and cons of living with a space alien. There were more cons than anything else. Percy caught Derek's eye, giving him a frown and a gesture that the green-eyed man should have been glad parents didn't see. They'd be horrified.

Derek simply grinned like he found it funny, turning to the door when his pack came up to him. He left quickly, feeling Percy's annoyed stare on his back, and quickly explained that Deaton needed to speak to them about something that had been puzzling him for a while. When they arrived at the veterinarian's office, the parking lot was empty and the sign on the door was flipped closed.

"Oh, you're here," Deaton said when he noticed them inside. "Come with me," He led them to the back room where some papers with numbers were scribbled.

"Does this have to do with the lack of supernatural activity?" Stiles wondered as he read a paper on the table.

"Yes," The vet nodded, looking vaguely surprised. "I have reason to believe that a powerful being has come into Beacon Hills and it is causing the supernatural to back off in fear."

"How powerful are we talking about?" Scott asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought.

"Powerful enough that you should be glad he hasn't made a move against you."

"You're scared of this person," Erica noted. "He scares the shit out of you."

Deaton nodded, "He could destroy any of us if he so chooses. Luckily, he has no reason to."

It was then that the werewolves realized that Stiles was strangely quiet. His heartbeat was going crazy and anxiety, fear, and nervousness was coming off him in waves. He was messing with his phone, rolling it around in his palm, and he was staring into space.

"Stiles?" Scott looked at his best friend, trying to get his attention. He put his hand on the teen's shoulder and flinched when he jumped in surprise, "Stiles, you okay?"

"I-I, no," He shook his head. "I was just thinking about all the attacks and they stopped coming often starting a few weeks ago."

"So?" Isaac shrugged.

"So, a few weeks ago, Percy moved into Beacon Hills."


When the pack came to the Stilinski Household, Percy was passed out on the couch and drooling. The throw blanket was laid across his waist, dangerously close to falling to the floor, and he was shirtless as he snuggled into the pillow he had.

"You really think he's dangerous?" Stiles whispered to the werewolves, "Come on, guys, he's drooling."

"He's not dangerous," Derek said, looking at the nineteen year-old for a moment before turning to the brunette. "We're just keeping an eye on him."

"So, he is a potential threat… Who drools."

"You know, this conversation is lovely and all but can we not have it when said person is awake and staring at us?" Jackson spoke up, raising an eyebrow.

They turned and, sure enough, Percy was glaring at them with sleep-filled eyes, face half-hidden with his blanket now. His hair was tousled and his shoulders drawn up, like he was trying to cover as much of his body as possible to keep warm. "Is there a reason why you guys are being so damn loud?" The nineteen year-old grumbled, shifting a bit on the couch, "Some people are asleep at this time."

"Sorry," Isaac said sheepishly, wondering how much of the conversation he heard.

"Mnngh," Percy slammed his head on the pillow, pulling the cover over to hide from them.

"Geez, it's only seven," Lydia walked over, plopping down next to the green-eyed man on the couch. She pulled back the blanket enough to run a hand through his black hair and smiled when she heard him sigh in contentment, "What did you do that made you so tired?"

There was a moment of silence before Percy's hand appeared from under the blanket, holding a slim card.

The girl grabbed it, easily taking it from his grasp, and examined it, "This is a gift card for five hundred dollars."

"Mmhm," He didn't move again, save for nodding his head.

"What does that have to do with you being tired?" Scott wondered before the girl could say anything.

Percy finally lifted his head up but not enough to knock Lydia's hand out of his hair. He glared for a moment, though it wasn't scary due to his sleepy state, and pointed at a folded paper sitting on the coffee table. He said nothing and hid under his blanket once more.

Isaac picked it up, unfolding it, "This is the flyer for the karaoke contest."

Jackson was the first one to make the connection, "You won the competition?"

"Mgnghsh," Percy grumbled but nodded, shifting a bit to get more comfortable as Lydia moved to a different part of his hair. "Yeah, it was easy…"

"Easy? Some of those people were fucking good," Erica snorted, disbelief in her voice.

"Yeah, but, Erica," Jackson grinned, moving to run a hand through Percy's hair when Lydia stopped. The nineteen year-old seemed to be able to tell it was a different person and hummed a greeting. "Percy's an amazing singer, too."

"Aw, you flatter me, Baby-boy," The green-eyed man said cheekily, lifting his head to smirk at the blue-eyed teen.

"Whatever, Stud. Go back to sleep."

"Blah," Percy face-planted into the pillow.