Hi! Sorry for the late update, but I've finally finished the new chapter!
There is a little smut in this! Not your thing? Stop reading at: Then Stiles feels another body against his back, and he feels himself flush with heat. Not because he is warm, but because he really likes where this is going.
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''Thank fuck I've got you two as my boyfriends,'' Stiles says with a smug grin when they have caught their breathing.
There is also talk about trauma. We are going to talk about what Kate did to Derek, so heads up!
''I want to visit George next weekend,'' Harry says while frowning at the letter he just received. He's worried about his old friend. Harry knew, of course, how hard it would be for George to go on without Fred, but according to the letter, he is also distancing himself from Ron, Molly, Ginny, and Percy.
''That's the one with the joke shop, right?'' Stiles replies, acting casually, but Harry sees the twinkle in his eyes.
''Yes, he is.''
''Okay, okay, could I go with you?''
''Why? You don't know George.'' Harry says with a raised eyebrow.
Stiles waves him off with a 'tssk' and flailing his hands.
''So? I could still want to come with my boyfriend, right?''
''Stiles-''
''Yes, Honeybunch?''
Harry groans. This could only get worse. ''If I let you come with me, can you promise to behave yourself? You're seventeen now, but the laws and control in Britain are a lot more- uptight.'' Harry says with a grimace. He tries not to think about how the system in Britain fucked up royally every time with him. But it's difficult.
People do everything for power.
''What are you guys talking about?'' Derek asks while still toweling his hair when he enters the bedroom.
''Harry wants to go to visit George this weekend, I asked if I could join, but he's a buzzkill.'' Stiles whines. Derek looks amused between Harry and Stiles. Harry just rolls his eyes while Stiles is pouting. Then Derek turns fully to Harry, and the smirk is enough to make Harry smile.
''You don't want him to go loco in a magic joke shop, do you?''
Harry laughs when Stiles makes an affronted noise. ''I can behave!''
''Stiles, let's be honest, a magic - joke - shop. You can't be trusted in there. The pack will never forgive me.''
Stiles grumbles, but he gives in with a sigh.
''Why do you want to visit him?'' Derek asks while putting on more clothes, not bothered with the heated looks Stiles and Harry give him.
''He has sent me a letter, and I'm worried about him. He lost his twin last year in the war. They-they were good people, and they were always together. They had the joke shop together, and George did continue with it, but if I read his letter correctly, he wants to stop with it.''
Harry rereads the letter and frowns again at the contents. He doesn't mind that Stiles is reading over his shoulder with him.
Hi Harrykins,
Long time no see. How is it up there with you and Hermione? Here same old same old, as in, Mom is crying and raging a lot about you two. What else is new? Ginny is becoming a right diva.. Which is pretty weird to see. Ron is a wanker. But you already knew that. And Percy still doesn't know how to talk to anyone. They did try to con me into living in the Burrow again, which really? Conning a con man, you can understand that it was pathetic.
Anyway, Bill and Fleur have been pretty great, but I'm missing someone else to talk to. Like you and Hermione. People try to talk to me in the shop, but it's not the same.
I can't really see myself doing it for long anymore, but you never know. Hopefully, all is well with you lot.
Best wishes,
George
''Mmh, I see what you mean. I still want to come with you, even if we aren't going to the joke shop.'' Stiles says seriously, and Harry nods.
''If you don't mind, I want to come with you two.''
''Of course, Der, I don't mind, and I can't imagine that George would mind. Maybe we should take Hermione too. She would love to see George again.''
Harry was right, of course. George didn't mind and was ecstatic that they would be visiting, and Hermione couldn't wait to see her favorite Weasley. After everything that happened, they still kept in contact with George, Bill, Fleur, Arthur, and Charlie, but the most with George. They knew him the best.
So after getting permission from John Stilinski, they went on Saturday around noon to visit George.
''He lives above the joke shop, so we are going through it, but!-'' Harry says when they walk up to the shop and he sees the glee on Stiles's face. ''-but, we aren't going to buy anything, we are going to visit George, and the shop is closed anyway.''
Stiles pouts but nods in agreement. They ring the doorbell for the apartment above the store, and the door opens almost immediately. When they are on top of the stairs, a smiling George is looking down at Harry, and Harry can't help himself but beam back at him.
''It has been too long, George.''
''Then you shouldn't have moved to the bloody states,'' George answers with a smirk.
''You can always visit us!'' Hermione says while hugging George close.
''You know, maybe we-'' George starts, but he swallows harshly before starting over.
''I might take you up on that.'' The smile is brittle, and Harry understands why. Stiles nudges him, and Harry shakes himself for a moment before introducing Stiles and Derek.
''This is Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale, my boyfriends. Derek is also my Alpha.''
''Dammit, Harry, warn a bloke when you bring two dashing-looking people here,'' George says with a wink. Derek looks a little uncomfortable, but Stiles is positively beaming.
''George-''
''Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings, Harrykins? You know you're always my number one.'' George adds with an eyebrow waggle, and Harry sighs.
''Harrykins? Oh my god, this is gold. Tell me, please! Do you have embarrassing Harry stories? Hermione told me a couple, but I can only imagine what you know.'' Stiles says while wringing his hands, making him look like an evil cartoon villain.
George looks Stiles up and down and seems to decide something.
''You seem like a decent fellow. Please do tell, how are you with pranks and mischief?''
The grin Stiles gives George is positively frightening, and Harry shivers. He should have never let these two meet.
''I couldn't pronounce my name when I was little, but I called myself Mischief, let me tell you, it was very fitting.''
''He also doesn't know how to stay out of trouble,'' Derek adds with a raised eyebrow aimed at Stiles.
''Pssshhtt, Sourwolf, a little trouble is mostly worth it.''
''I'm going to like you,'' George says, and Harry is surprised when he genuinely smiles. Maybe it was a good idea, after all, to let them meet.
They settle for drinks and talk a lot the next hour, but Harry can see that George seems a little restless, and when he goes to the bathroom for a moment, he turns to Derek.
''Can you smell how he feels?''
Derek raises his judgy eyebrows at him but sighs and nods. ''He smells like grief, sadness, but also anxious. I think he wants to ask you something.''
''I do.''
The group startle, everyone except Derek, who probably heard George coming back again. Harry gives him a glare, but Derek just shrugs.
''Pretty amazing that you could smell that all on me,'' George says at Derek.
Derek shrugs again before talking. ''I'm a born werewolf. We have some perks.''
''Wicked, he is right though-'' George says while turning to Harry. ''-I want to ask you something, well probably Derek too. I don't know how it works exactly, but I wanted to ask if I could stay with you for some time. I-I can't stay here anymore. I see F-Fred everywhere.''
Hermione shuffles closer to George and rubs her hand up and down George's back for support.
''I - I know you have your own life there, and I would never want to impose, but -''
''You're not imposing George, you're a friend, and you're welcome to stay with us for however long you want. Did you know that Andromeda and Teddy are living with us too? And we have changed the Potter mansion. It's now a packhouse with more than enough room.''
''Really?'' George says, and he sounds so hopeful that it breaks Harry's heart a little.
''Of course, you're a friend of Harry. You can stay as long as you want.'' Derek replies before Harry has the chance, and Harry looks at him gratefully.
''Do you want to come back with us today?'' Hermione asks while hugging George close.
''That would be great actually, I only need to let Angelina and Bill know, then I'm set. Angeline will take care of the shop, and Bill is the only one I want to tell. He will pass the message to the others.'' George says resolutely. He stands and immediately uses his magic to pack for a long stay.
Harry leans into Derek's space and kisses him for a moment, just to let him know without words that he's thankful for trusting George like that. He knows how difficult it is for Derek to trust people he doesn't know.
But he actually thinks it would be good for Derek and George if the two of them started to talk.
Within half an hour, George is packed and ready to go with them. Harry uses a bottle to change into a Portkey because he really doesn't want to walk through a lot of people who will recognize him. And he can make a Portkey to home, why wouldn't he?
''Everybody grab on. We're going home.''
Stiles is reading in the library when he gets a text. He looks at his phone and sees it's an invitation to Heather's birthday party. He asks enthusiastically if he can bring a couple of people, and she agrees. He hasn't seen her in forever, but he can't wait to go to a party with his pack and talk to his old friend.
Next week school starts again, and he is excited and also really not. They know that something weird is going on in Beacon Hills again, but they haven't found any clues. The weird feeling he got from the ley lines and Nemeton hasn't come back, and he really doesn't know what was wrong in the first place.
He bounds downstairs and grabs something to drink before walking out into the back garden where the pack is training.
George and Harry fly over him, and he grins up at them. George has been with them for over a week, and he is still a little wary about the pack, but Stiles and George are getting along great.
It wouldn't surprise Stiles if George wants to stay with them and maybe even join the pack, but Stiles won't push it. George needs to heal, and Stiles knows how long it can take before your grief can settle to something manageable.
''Who wants to go to a party Friday?''
''Me!'' ''I'm in!'' ''Sure!'' ''Wait, from who?''
''Heather, an old friend of mine, asked me to her birthday party, she said I could bring some people.''
Lydia frowns at him, and he just grins back at her.
''Why don't I know Heather?''
''She goes to a private school a county over. She didn't want to switch schools when they moved to Beacon Hills. I know her because our moms were friends. I didn't see her as much since my mom died though.''
He grimaces, sadness and grief washing over him every time he thinks about his mom, he hears someone plop down next to him, and when he looks up, he sees George sitting next to him.
''You know, everyone tells me that I need to think about the good things that happened between us.'' He starts, and Stiles doesn't have to ask what George means. It's pretty clear.
''But most times, I don't want to think about the happy memories you know because it only makes me miss him more.''
Stiles nods and decides that he will share with George too. He knows the pack is listening in, but he doesn't care. They are his family, and he hopes that George will be part of his rag-tag family soon enough.
''I stopped making her cookies for the longest time because we always made them together. The first time I made them again was five years after she died, and it was my dad's birthday. I wanted to do something special. But they burned. I locked myself in my room, and my dad didn't understand why I was so upset.''
Stiles sees Scott come closer, and he is a little wary. Scott knows him the best next to his dad, and he knows how hard it is for Stiles to talk about his mom at all.
''Dude, are that those peanut butter chocolate cookies? I freaking love those.'' Of course, Scott is Scott, and he is a literal puppy.
Stiles smiles up at him, and he nods his head. After the incident on his dad's birthday, he didn't want to try again, but after Scott was turned and Stiles was practically living on Redbull and Adderall, he decided he should bake in the middle of the night. The next day he gave a cookie to his dad, and his dad hugged him with tears in his eyes. Then he gave the rest away at school because he couldn't bear to eat them himself.
''Those were pretty great, Stilinski,'' Jackson adds. Stiles gapes at him. ''How the hell did you get one of those? You hated me back then.''
''Danny,'' Jackson shrugs.
Stiles turns to Danny, who is reading next to Hermoine and Lydia, he looks a little contrite, but honestly, Stiles isn't mad.
''You didn't want to give him one, and they were awesome, so that's why I asked for a second one.''
''I should never believe those dimples again. I feel betrayed, Danny, betrayed!'' Stiles says in mock seriousness. George chuckles next to him and pets him on the shoulder.
''You ready for a game?''
''What kind of game?''
''Broom racing,'' George replies with a smirk.
Stiles beams at him. ''Sure!''
Harry, George, and Stiles settle on their brooms, and wolves watch while Erica counts down like it's a freaking street race.
''3, 2, 1, GO!''
They're off, and Stiles tries to keep up with Harry, George hot on his heels, he hears George curse behind him, but he cackles with glee.
Of course, Harry wins, and Stiles just loses by a hair from George in the last turn, and he already knows that George is going to be insufferable.
''I can't believe you thought you could win, you wanker.''
''Dude, I could totally win from you.''
''Oh, is that a challenge, good sir?''
''Maybe it is,'' Stiles replies while tilting his chin down and narrowing his eyes at George.
''Challenge accepted. Tomorrow at dawn, we will duel!''
''We will! Make sure you are ready to bow for me.''
''The only one I will bow for is Isaac. Did you see his cheekbones?'' George says with a wave aimed at Isaac, who turns bright red. Stiles is freaking loving this.
''I did, I did, and I agree, but alas, I'm a two guys kind of guy.''
''Lucky bastard.''
''I know,'' Stiles replies with a smirk. George and Stiles look at each other for a moment before both bursting out in laughter. They hear Harry groan and whine against Hermione, but they don't care.
''Here, have some candy, Stiles,'' George says while giving Stiles some kind of purple toffee.
''Oh, thanks,'' He replies while popping the candy in his mouth.
''No! George!'' Hermione scolds, Stiles is confused for a moment, and he looks warily between Harry and Hermoine, who both have shocked impressions on their faces. George is just smirking.
''Wh't?'' Stiles says with his mouth full, then Scott bursts out in laughter, soon followed by the rest of the pack, and Stiles narrows his eyes.
''Oh my god! Batman, this-this is great. I forgive you for the pink hair.'' Erica wheezes between breaths. Stiles's eyes widen. If Erica forgives him, there is something seriously wrong.
He turns around before looking into one of the windows, then he yelps. He's purple with bright yellow hair. He glares at George, who looks a little nervous for a moment until Stiles starts laughing too.
''You son of a bitch, I will get you back for this.''
George seems relieved and delighted with the declaration.
''Ohh! Do you think this would transfer to my animagus form?''
George is stunned and thinks for a moment. ''I actually have no idea... I tested them on myself, but I am no animagus.''
''I can be your test person!'' Stiles exclaims excitedly before he hears a chorus of no's from Derek and Harry.
''Why not?''
''Because he also invented blood nougats, which gives you a bloody nose until you get the antidote, three students were sent to the infirmary when he tested that one. He isn't going to test that on you.''
''Harry-'' George and Stiles both whine. Harry gives them his bitch face, and they both fall silent.
''But - like, would you mind if I help you? With these inventions? I loved hearing about them, and I actually have some ideas.'' Stiles asks George while bouncing on his feet.
''You're sure?'' George asks with a raised eyebrow.
''Yeah!''
''Then, of course, my friend, you're welcome any time to brainstorm with me,'' George replies dramatically, which makes Stiles grin.
After dinner and a couple of movies, the pack retreats to their rooms, and Stiles gets ready to go to bed with his boyfriends. He didn't see it coming, but when he steps out of the bathroom, Harry kisses him hard.
''What was that for?'' Stiles asks, sounding a little breathless when Harry pulls back.
''For what you did today with George,'' Harry replies with a shrug before pulling Stiles back in for another kiss.
Then Stiles feels another body against his back, and he feels himself flush with heat. Not because he is warm, but because he really likes where this is going.
He moans in Harry's mouth while trailing his hand up to tangle his fingers in Derek's hair while Derek is kissing Stiles's collarbone. He bares his neck a little for Derek, and Harry follows his mouth.
''Fuck,''
''Mmh, no, not yet.''
''Derek-'' Stiles whines.
''Stiles, you said it yourself. We can do other things.'' Derek whispers in his ear, making him shiver, and Harry moan.
''What- o god, yes, keep doing that - did you have in mind?''
''I want to blow you, together with Harry.''
''Omigod.'' Stiles wheezes out before nodding frantically. Derek sinks to his knees and unbuckles Stiles's belt while watching Stiles from beneath his lashes.
''Jesus, God, fuck, Der-''
Then Harry also sinks to his knees next to Derek, and Stiles looks up and is pretty sure he died and had gone to heaven, because holy shit.
His jeans and boxers are quickly discarded, and Stiles makes an embarrassing noise in the back of his throat. He's pretty sure that he has never been more turned on.
Harry kisses his hipbone, and Derek has a hand on his dick. He repeats Derek freaking Hale has a hand on his dick!
''You two are going to be the death of me.''
They don't answer, but the smug expressions are pretty obvious. Stiles clamps a hand on his mouth when Derek and Harry both lick a stripe from the bottom of his dick to the tip.
His knees are not going to hold out. Hell, Stiles isn't sure his brain and heart are going to hold out. But oh, what a glorious death.
He sees that Harry and Derek both have their dicks out too, and are stroking themselves while licking and sucking all over Stiles's dick.
''This is going to be over so fucking quickly. God, you both look - fuck - amazing.'' Stiles grits out, and he already knows that his orgasm is approaching and fast.
Derek takes Stiles in his mouth as deep as he can, and Harry has a finger in between Stiles's butt cheeks, and just a little bit of pressure against Stiles's hole makes him fall over the edge with a loud moan. Thank god for soundproof rooms.
His knees feel like jelly, and he is lowered to the floor by Derek, who is stroking his own cock fast, his eyes red and focused on Stiles. Stiles gives him a grin, and Harry pulls Derek in a kiss.
They are both moaning, and Stiles has never seen a sight that hot. He sits up a little and puts his hands on Derek and Harry's cocks next to their own hands, moving together.
Harry and Derek are both getting close, Stiles can tell, and he sits back a little again while looking up at both of them. They are panting and moaning, and Stiles loves it.
Harry comes first, all over his own hand, and a little over Stiles. Who scoops it up from his stomach and licks it off his fingers. Stiles sees that this was the last push Derek needed because he comes with a growl. Stiles's cock gives an interested twitch, but they are all three pretty exhausted.
''Thank fuck I've got you two as my boyfriends,'' Stiles says with a smug grin when they have caught their breathing.
''Go to sleep.'' Derek just murmurs, sounding exhausted. He bats a hand in Stiles's general direction, and Stiles laughs before catching the hand and kissing it.
''Cutewolf. Sweet dreams.''
Harry sounds like he's already snoring, and Stiles feels himself fall asleep pretty quickly after.
''Heather!''
''Stiles!'' The blonde girl exclaims, and she hurtles herself into Stiles's arms and tries to kiss him. Derek gapes at her and can't suppress the growl that tears out his throat. Who the hell does she think she is!?
Thank god Stiles flails a little to dodge her.
''Heather? What the hell?''
''You promised Stiles! Remember? We made an oath! If we both would be virgins when I turned 17, we would-''
Derek raises his eyebrows at the girls before looking at Stiles, who has turned a nice shade of cherry red.
''Oh! Shit. I remember, but I've got like-''
''Two boyfriends, nice to meet you,'' Derek says with an outstretched hand and a fake smile. Not that Heather would notice it's fake, but Stiles and Harry will.
Heather is gaping at him and weakly shakes his hand. Then Harry steps forward with an equally cold smile.
''Hi, the other boyfriend, nice to meet you.'' Heather is clearly shocked into silence and Stiles facepalms.
''Possessive wolves.'' Stiles mutters, which only the werewolves can hear, but Derek smirks nonetheless.
''Uh- you know what, I'm going to get something to drink from downstairs. I'm sorry, Stiles.'' Then she almost runs downstairs. Derek shouldn't feel bad, but it is her birthday, so he does a little.
''Okay! That was awkward. Who wants a drink!'' Stiles says before marching into the kitchen while the pack sniggers behind his back.
''She just tried to kiss him in front of us,'' Harry grumbles next to him, and Derek just grunts in agreement, it really was close, and Derek struggles a little for control with his wolf.
He glares at a couple of teenagers who look at them until they quickly walk away to make some room for the pack. ''Don't glare at the guests!'' Stiles hisses at him, and Derek ducks his head to smile.
He can't help it. Stiles really can be cute.
The pack is having fun, and Derek is pleased when he didn't see the Heather girl again. Stiles is flush against him, and Harry is dancing with Hermione. The rest of the pack is either talking with strangers or also dancing, and Derek feels himself relax a little.
''Did you really take an oath with her?''
Stiles is silent for some time, and Derek almost thinks he didn't hear him, but then his boyfriend starts talking.
''Yeah, we did. She was kind of my Scott until mom died. And well, we didn't have other friends. We kept in touch even when we didn't go to the same schools. We bitched at each other through texts about feeling lonely sometimes, and later that we wanted to have a boy or girlfriend, how we wanted the whole teenage experience and stuff like that.'' Stiles told him with a shrug.
''Pretty great to have it with someone you trust,'' Derek says softly. Stiles smiles and nods.
''Yeah, can't wait for it to finally happen, big guy.''
They are silent for some time, but he can feel that Stiles is almost vibrating on his seat.
''Spit it out, Stiles.''
''Did you - well, did you do it with someone you trust? The first-?''
It's like a bucket of ice water all over him, but he could've expected the question.
''No. At the time, I thought I did, but then she burned my house down to the ground with my family in it.'' Derek says softly. He has never shared it with anyone, but he knows he can trust Stiles.
The fire may be just five years ago, but it still hurts every day. He has blamed himself for so long, but he knows that he wasn't at fault. He didn't saw through her charade, but she manipulated so many people that he can't blame himself. She was a master, and he was the puppet.
Stiles chokes on air and is coughing with wide eyes. Derek looks concerned for a moment, but Stiles waves him away until he finally breathes again.
''Oh shit, Derek, I-Holy fuck- Did- shit. I - I kind of figured that she - that she did something to you- but I never. Fuck weren't you like fifteen?''
''I was.'' He simply replies, because what else can he say? He kind of figured that Stiles was connecting the dots, but to talk with him about it is something else he feels relieved for. But also afraid of his reaction.
''Der-'' Stiles chokes out before pulling Derek in a tight hug. Derek just melts in the hug, not wanting to let go.
''I want to kill her again,'' Stiles says with a petulant tone, making Derek huff out a laugh.
''Me too, but I'm glad she's gone.''
''I'm going to bake Peter cookies for killing her. Do you think he would laugh when I frost it with 'thank you for killing a psychopath'?''
Derek laughs at that because it just sounds so weird.
''Does that even fit on one cookie?''
''Probably not, but I can like bake a bunch and spell out a word on each of them until I have it in a sentence.''
''You're so weird.''
''You like it, though.''
Derek pulls him into a kiss, just to make Stiles know that yes, yes, he does like it.
Derek groans when Stiles's phone keeps ringing next to him, they didn't stay at the party until the end, but it was pretty late. So whoever is calling is an asshole.
''Hey, daddio, what can I do for you?'' Stiles's sleep-muddled voice says through the phone.
Oh. Nevermind then. Derek thinks quickly.
''Stiles, could you come to the station?''
Stiles sits up immediately, and Derek follows, already pulling on a shirt and waking up Harry.
Harry wakes up with a start and goes to the bathroom to relieve himself, and starts pulling on clothes hazardly. Derek had tuned the cell phone conversation out while dressing.
''My dad didn't say why he wants me to come to the station, but he sounded - off.''
''Yeah, I heard it. We are coming with you.'' Derek states, Stiles smiles gratefully and also starts dressing.
They quickly grab something to eat, and then they use the jeep to drive to town. They can't apparate to the front of the sheriff's station without raising some red flags, so they decided to drive.
When they walk into the station, Derek gets some narrowed looks. Probably deputies that don't know he's dating the sheriff's son, or deputies that do know...
He ducks his head to evade most glares and is glad when they finally walk into the sheriff's office. Harry grabs his hand, and he relaxes a little.
John looks tired and smells a little afraid. Derek knows for sure that they aren't going to like the reason for the call.
''Stiles, Derek, Harry, thank you for coming here on this early morning.''
''No problem, sir,'' Derek replies, which earns him a glare from the sheriff because he made it perfectly clear on many occasions that Derek should call him John.
''You had a party at Heather's last night, right?'' John asks when they all have taken a seat.
''Yeah, we went with the whole pack.''
''Did you talk to Heather?''
Stiles flushes, and Harry and Derek both look displeased.
''Shortly, when we arrived.''
''About what?''
''Dad-'' Stiles whines.
''Stiles,''
''What is this about, John?'' Derek asks because why is the sheriff asking these questions? John looks bemused and a little irritated before he answers.
''Heather disappeared from her party. I want to check everything before she's reported missing officially.''
Stiles gapes and mutters 'fuck' before he answers his dad. Derek and Harry are looking at each other in shock.
''She tried to kiss me, we - we made some kind of oath when we were fifteen, saying that when Heather turned seventeen, and we both would be virgins, we would sleep together.'' Stiles rushes out.
John's eyebrows go up on his head, and Derek almost finds it funny. Only nothing about Heather trying to kiss Stiles or, worse, take Stiles's virginity is funny.
''How did you react?''
''I pushed her away so she wouldn't kiss me, then Derek and Harry introduced themselves as my boyfriends, then she left to get something to drink from downstairs. That's what she said, and - and I think that was the last time we saw her.''
''Thank you, kiddo,'' John says, and he brings Stiles in a hug.
''We will find her.'' John whispers and Stiles just nods. Derek hates it when Stiles is sad, so he immediately offers John to help together with the other wolves to find Heather.
''Thank you, son, that would be great.''
Derek calls the other wolves, and soon they are sniffing from Heather's house, but there isn't a recent hint of Heather's scent outside the property, only in the house, which is pretty strange if she left her party. Willingly or not.
He separates them into groups, and they are ready to go through the Preserve to find Heather.
But before they can even start searching, Lydia screams. She turns to Stiles with tears in her eyes, and it's pretty clear what happened.
''Stiles- I'm - I'm sorry.''
Stiles swallows heavily, and Derek and Harry try to calm him down until he starts speaking again.
''Lyds, you only scream when it has something to do with the supernatural.''
The whole pack is shocked into silence, and then Derek growls and flashes his eyes.
''We're going to find whoever did this. And we will stop them.''
I got the most votes for George! Maybe I will also add Draco at a later part, but for now, it's George!
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