"What is that?" Aiden scowled down at the offering.
"It is a potion made of the boiled remains of a feathered bird and the chopped up remains of vegetables," Stiles said dryly before rolling his eyes and shoved the massive bowl into Aiden's hand. "It's chicken soup!"
"Why are you giving it to us?" Ethan frowned looking into his own bowl curiously.
"Because you have to be hungry, and you're healing which is the same as being sick, so soup," Stiles shrugged turning to the door.
"But...we're intruding, you shouldn't feed us," Aiden frowned.
"You're here to heal, not prisoners, of course, we're going to feed you!" Stiles looked amusingly offended at the implication.
"We thought you would just want us to order take away or something," Ethan directed his comment to his bowl.
"No, you will eat what the rest of us eat, you're not in the way, we're making sure that you're ok," Stiles said, he smelt genuinely confused as to why they would be thinking this way that they just stared back at him.
"Erm…."
"Peter! Is this a Wolf thing!" Stiles threw his hands up in frustration.
"Sort of," They heard Peter answering as Stiles walked into his bedroom where Peter was still.
"Werewolves," Stiles grumbled.
"I know Sweetheart," Peter said sympathetically.
Aiden and Ethan looked at each other completely bemused before the smell of the soup made their stomachs grumble. Well, it had been making their stomachs grumble for the last few hours since Stiles had put it on to cook. Because of course, it wasn't just soup, it was homemade soup.
"Did he make this specifically for us?" Ethan whispered to Aiden ensuring that any other werewolf ears in the house wouldn't be able to hear them.
"Of course he didn't, why would he go to that much trouble," Aiden scowled at the soup before taking a mouthful and scowling even deeper.
It was really good.
"Peter!" Ethan nearly jumped out of his skin and Aiden was startled awake, his eyes flashing blue as he looked around confused.
"What?" Peter sighed looking up from his book.
"This!"
"Why are you flashing your sheets at me?" Peter sighed.
"I keep putting holes in them," Liam whined.
"Are you having...dreams," Peter smirked a little.
"Dreams?" Liam flushed.
"Dreams that might cause you to lose control and wolf out in your sleep," Peter offered a little more carefully.
"I...may be," Liam flushed slightly.
"Give me your phone," Peter rolled his eyes. Liam hovered over his shoulder watching what he was doing.
"Why are you downloading audiobooks onto my phone?" He demanded.
"They're Meditations. Have them playing while you sleep and they should subconsciously help you gain control, if not you will need to stay here for a little while and we will work on it," Peter explained, tossing his phone back to him.
"Meditations," Liam huffed.
"Don't scrunch your nose at me pup,"
"You really think meditations will work?" Liam snapped frustratedly.
"How long have I been a werewolf compared to you? Also, how many bed sheets have you gone through?" Peter raised his brow at Liam.
"That isn't fair," Liam huffed.
"I don't play fair," Peter smirked back at him.
"Ugh," Liam threw himself down at Peter's feet and turned to face the TV.
The twins watched completely lost as Liam settled against Peter's legs and the elder Wolf just started combing his fingers through the younger wolf's hair as though they hadn't just had an argument.
They were used to the fact that even a small disagreement such as the one they had just witnessed ended in violence. You did not disagree, you didn't argue back, you didn't challenge.
"Can we watch…"
"The twins are watching something after whatever crap this is, you can put your crap on," Peter tapped Liam on the top of the head.
Again that was it, the tap wasn't even enough to barely ruffle his hair.
"Werewolves!" Stiles called opening the front door.
"Stiles?" Peter asked coming alert right away.
"I have bags I need help with,"
"Liam go help your Mamma," Peter nudged him.
"I heard that, do not make him do all the work Lazy Wolf, come and help me yourself," Stiles scolded on his way through the room, even as Liam jumped to his feet and hurried out the front door.
"Lazy!" Peter snorted. "I like to think of it as sensible redistribution of work,"
"Yes, well, redistribute your work to yourself as well!" Stiles grinned leaning over Peter to kiss him on the lips before shoving gently at him.
"You are a slave driver," Peter drawled but got to his feet and moved to help Liam with the bags as Stiles walked back into the kitchen.
"Seriously, Hale is just going to let him boss him around and tell him what to do?"
"And what else am I going to be doing? Submitting to him?" Stiles snorted leaning against the doorway. When both twins stared at him a little wide-eyed he snorted. "I am human, not deaf guys,"
"You said he was the Alpha," Ethan frowned.
"And he is. It's a Pack, not a dictatorship, and he can pull his weight carrying the shopping bags, can't you dear," Stiles smiled sweetly as Peter walked passed with his arms full.
"Yes dear, whatever you say, dear," Peter snorted.
"Don't be cheeky!" Stiles mock scolded before turning back to the kitchen.
"You two are gross when you flirt, you know that," Liam complained as he trundled past with another armful.
"We know," Peter smirked.
"Hey guys," Parrish yawned as he walked into the house.
"Hey Jordan," They smiled as the other Pack member walked in.
"We should.." Aiden said, starting to stand.
"Where are you going?" Stiles asked, confused.
"Back upstairs," Ethan frowned.
"Are you feeling ok? You were looking better," Stiles asked concerned.
"No, your Pack is coming, we should get out the way," Ethan scowled at the human.
"Implying that you're in the way in the first place," Stiles rolled his eyes. "If you move your asses off that sofa I will be very pissed,"
"Wha…" Ethan felt like he had spent most of his time here making that noise.
"Don't look at us, what Stiles wants he gets," Liam shrugged.
"Besides he's right, you are hardly in the way, we aren't a big Pack, there is more than enough space," Peter said from behind his book.
"So, how did you guys form a Pack anyway? Scott hasn't mentioned anything about it," Ethan asked curiously, ignoring the glare and dig that he got from his twin.
"Scott has no clue!" Liam said with disgust just as the door opened and Mason bounded in.
"It's not like we're hiding it," Jordan added.
"Hey Papa Wolf," Mason called as he jogged into the room and then passed them.
"Human Pup," Peter muttered, not looking up from his book.
"Hey Mamma Wolf, just going to grab a shower!" Mason shouted as he raced past the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Liam asked curiously as Peter closed his book and stood five minutes later as Jordan and Liam bantered.
"Into the kitchen, I might be able to finish my bloody book," Peter growled.
"You just want to stare at Mamma's butt, pervert," Liam snorted, snagging the remote as the Twins show finished.
"He didn't deny it," Jordan shrugged, getting comfortable.
"What did you mean that you aren't hiding it from Scott?" Ethan asked curiously after a few moments where the soft voices of Stiles and Peter drifted through to them.
"He's not noticed we're not Pack," Liam explained. "How often does he check in with you guys?"
"Well…" Both Twins squinted trying to remember the last time they had spoken to Scott unless they called or text him.
"Exactly, if you don't have boobs and he's sleeping with you or has slept with you, he's not interested. He's not once messaged me to see how I am coping with everything, didn't check in with me with any of the full moons, nothing," Liam waved his hands around.
"He's also not been in contact with me, dropped the whole supernatural world and the fact that I was on the Deadpool because of it on me, and then has made no effort to see if I am ok or help me find out what I am. Peter and Stiles did that," Jordan added.
"If he asked if we were still in his Pack, or referenced it, we would tell him, but he's not even been in touch with us," Liam yawned.
"They have helped you?" Aiden frowned.
"Well yeah, they would have helped me anyway I think in figuring things out, though Peter probably would have been more likely to use it as leverage for if the Pack needed help later one, but yeah, they figured out what I am and the two of them have been pulling together research into Hell Hounds to help, and Peter is training me," Jordan nodded.
The room went a little quiet as the twins turned pointedly to the TV, their minds spinning as they took in everything that they had been told.
"So," Stiles said and Peter let out a loud sigh, looking at his mate with intense blue eyes, Stiles' honeyed eyes just looking determinedly back.
"They're good fighters," He allowed.
"They know a lot about the supernatural world, they would be able to add a lot to the Pack," Stiles nodded before picking up his mug and taking a deep sip of his coffee concoction that Peter was sure was tooth-rotting sweet.
"They would be grateful after all the shitty packs they have been part of, they would be loyal," He hummed. "We would be stronger with them, more numbers, and strong members too,"
"They need a pack as well Peter, a proper pack, they have been through a lot, and they have been working hard to prove that they're better, that they can be different, they need a pack to watch their backs. They're basically omegas, it is no wonder they were attacked," Stiles sighed.
"And here I thought you were doing much better," Peter smiled fondly at Stiles, reaching across the table to take his hand. "You're a bleeding heart that wants to collect and hug all the broken things,"
"Not all of them," Stiles snorted.
"Fine, yes, we will offer the Twins a place in the Pack. Were you softening me up with a date to get this by me?" Peter's eyes were twinkling when Stiles went to stammer a defensive answer.
"Tease! And no! I wanted to have a date with you!" Stiles huffed his cheeks a delightful shade of red that Peter just wanted to bite.
"I…" Before Peter could answer someone came to stand by the table, scowling down at Stiles.
"And what would your father think knowing you're holding hands with such an older man!" The woman said shrilly.
"That I have good taste?" Stiles smirked, making Peter snort.
"Do you mind, you are interrupting our date," Peter looked her over with disdain.
"I am calling the Sheriff right away about this!" The woman shouted, gaining the attention of the whole store.
"You do that, ask him what he wants for supper from us please," Peter turned away, clearly dismissing her, and she started making the noise of a boiled kettle.
"Excuse me, could you get the manager to remove this woman please," Stiles sighed looking at the girl behind the counter.
"You can't do that!" The woman shouted as the manager hurried over.
"You are interrupting them and harassing customers," The manager said firmly. Peter thought that it had a lot to do with the amount of money that Stiles spent on coffee here. Finally, once the woman was led away Peter turned fully back to Stiles, smiling fondly at him.
"What?" Stiles asked tilting his head a little.
"Nothing," Peter lifted their joined hands and kissed the inside of Stiles' wrist. "I am just happy," Peter said, mentally making plans to himself even as he focussed back in on Stiles.
"Sit down," Peter motioned to the sofa as he sat down in what had become his armchair, Stiles perching on the arm of the chair next to him.
"Look, we know we have taken a while to heal, we will be out your hair," Aiden scowled crossing his arms.
"That isn't what this is about, far from it, sit down," Peter rolled his eyes.
"What?" Ethan frowned, utterly confused sitting down, and pulling Aiden down with a small growl.
"We would like to offer you a place in our Pack," Stiles said, and then watched a little sadly as the twins looked between the two of them confused.
"What?" Aiden finally said.
"We would like to offer you a place in our Pack," Peter nodded.
"But...what?" Ethan shook his head showing that he wasn't understanding.
"If you would like, you can join our Pack," Stiles said a little more slowly, looking at Peter a little baffled.
"What do you want us to do in return for being allowed to join?" Ethan asked, looking nervously at Aiden.
"You want us to kill Isaac so you can get to Scott's Spark?" Aiden narrowed his eyes.
"How did you get to murder so quickly, geez! No, not murder, no having to do anything to join, or self-flagellation or whatever the hell else you're about to come up with." Peter growled held his hands up.
"But...really? No payment, or...you really don't want us to promise something to be able to join you?" Ethan asked. Peter glanced at Stiles looking frustrated, knowing that this was more in his skill base for talking. Stiles smiled, taking his hands before turning to the twins.
"You have had to buy your way into your other Packs, the Alpha Pack, Scott's Pack you have had to essentially lay yourself out and allow him to walk all over you while being on call when he needed your help. That is not what we are offering. We want to make a real Pack, a Pack that supports and cares for each other, and yes a Pack that protects each other, but that is not a condition. We would like for you to join our Pack because we feel as though we could be good for you and that you can be good for us. This isn't a conditional offer, there is no 'you will do this or there is no Pack'. We talk about things, we agree on where we want to go, Peter will always have to end say on things, and we respect that he is the Alpha, and he is going to be Alpha, but it is not how it has been for you,"
"But why us?" Ethan blinked.
"Honestly, because you have been dealt a shit hand in life, and it is not fair what you have had to go through, and what you are still going through, how you are being treated for what you had to do to survive," Stiles said honestly.
"Stiles is a bleeding heart that wants to collect everyone that is a little bit broken to try and help them, and I...I agree with that, that is the Pack that I want, a Pack that needs each other, and that we can form bonds from our broken and shredded ends, because I think that will make us all stronger, and we can have a powerful Pack where we can be happy and survive. You are good wolves, and I know what it is to be pushed into being the teeth and claws of the pack, you deserve better, and I think we can be better, and I believe that loyalty that you will show in return is all the payment that we need to think about if you want to talk about payments and benefits," Peter added.
"What about the others in your Pack? They know what we have done in the past," Ethan glanced at his brother.
"They are…"
"Are you two serious? What the hell are you thinking? Did you think that that was going to be a good idea!" The Sheriff ranted as he walked into the house with Parrish behind.
"This is literally bad timing and doesn't have anything to do with you," Stiles snorted pointing at his dad.
"Do with them? No of course it doesn't, I have just had to have a discussion with that bloody...what do you call her 'annoying Karen' that you pissed off in the cafe, going on about you two flaunting your relationship," The Sheriff rolled his eyes.
"What were you talking to the Twins about?" Parrish asked dropping into the armchair.
"Joining the Pack," Stiles snorted.
"Oh come on!" Liam huffed walking into the room with Mason.
"Also not what you think!" Stiles rolled his eyes as Mason grinned at the other teen, holding his hand out, wiggling his fingers.
"You couldn't wait three more days to ask them?" Liam pouted at Stiles as he dropped $20 into Mason's hand.
"Wha…" Aiden looked around.
"Come on, you fit in perfectly with our Pack, and you keep looking at Stiles with big puppy eyes whenever he does anything nice for you, there was no way that they weren't going to ask you," Liam huffed draping himself over the back of the armchair Peter and Stiles were sitting on.
"So...you are all ok with us joining?" Ethan asked.
"Yes, of course," Parrish nodded.
"Of course. I am not done with you two either!" The Sheriff huffed annoyed at Peter and Stiles who just grinned back, before turning and storming up the stairs.
"It was hilarious," Parrish grinned when they heard the Sheriff's door shut.
"Think about it, there is no time limit," Stiles smiled at the Twins before grabbing Parrish with a grin. "Tell me all about it," He said tugging the deputy through to the kitchen as he started their supper.
The Twins watched utterly bemused as everyone just carried on as normal, talking and chattering together, including them even though they were being quite quiet as their brains ticked through everything that had just happened. Liam and Mason even teased them though they didn't get much of a reaction to their obvious annoyance.
The twins looked at each other as they sat down in their bedroom, they were both still utterly bewildered as to what had happened today, and they had retreated to bed early, Stiles stepping in when Liam and Mason went to tease them about it, gently but firmly stopping them, before smiling at the Twins and telling them they knew where he and Peter were if they needed them.
They could hear the gentle chatter coming from downstairs, the TV show that they were watching playing in the background. The smell of supper was still floating pleasantly around the house filling their senses and they could just feel the warmth of Pack filling the house.
And they could be a part of it.
"Even if they're lying about not wanting something from us, the chance is worth the risk, not like we have anything right now," Aiden grunted after a few moments of silence, speaking low enough that the two wolves and hellhound downstairs wouldn't hear them.
"Scott left us to die, our options are to carry on being used as cannon fodder by him and not even being able to trust that he will have our back, or taking a chance at that downstairs and that we can have what we wanted all along," Ethan said before looking at his twin, "I want to join them Aiden, I want...I want to belong down there, with them...I want that warmth,"
"Right," Aiden nodded grabbing Ethan's hand and starting to dragging him down the stairs.
"Wha…" Ethan blinked.
"We want to join," Aiden announced as soon as they walked into the living room, the Sheriff pausing in complaining about the Karen from earlier and they all turned to look at them.
"Brilliant!" Stiles beamed at them, jumping to his feet and hurrying over. They were so stunned by the truth in Stiles' heartbeat and the genuine smile for them that they allowed the human to grasp the back of their necks and tug them down to scent them enthusiastically.
They stood there stunned for a moment as Stiles rubbed their cheeks together before they moved as one, wrapping their arms around Stiles and scented him back. They looked up nervously when Peter stepped up behind Stiles, but he cupped the back of their necks and scented them as well, carefully rubbing their cheeks together in a deliberate way, making it utterly clear that they were now Pack.
"Welcome to the Pack properly!" Liam stepped up next to scent them, and suddenly they found themselves in the centre of the Pack, all of them scenting them, even Mason, the Sheriff and Parrish, even if the humans were a little more awkward about it than the wolves. Stiles it seemed was meant to be a wolf.
"Thank you," Ethan said softly, looking at them all with wide eyes.
"Nothing to thank us for, now, we're having Pack film night, come on," Stiles grabbed their hands and tugged them over to the sofa. They found themselves surrounded by the Pack, Stiles and Peter bookending them into the sofa, Liam, Mason and Parrish settled at their feet, the Sherrif close by in his armchair.
They sat a little stunned as Stiles threw a blanket over their legs, another blanket going over those on the floors, all the blankets smelt heavily of Pack, of home, of safety.
It smelt of belonging.
"We will have a Pack meal tomorrow, I will drag Chris over," Stiles declared as they settled to watch the film again.
"Chris?" Aiden turned to look at him.
"Chris Argent. He is part of our Pack, though understandably given everything that has happened it is difficult to try and drag him out of the house," Stiles sighed.
"We're working on him," Peter said begrudgingly making the twins turn towards him.
"Don't pretend that he isn't growing on you," Stiles snorted getting them to turn towards him again.
"I put up with him for your sake," Peter huffed.
"You like him," Stiles laughed.
"I put up with him for your sake because you wouldn't give in about him,"
"You aren't kidding anyone here,"
"Liam!" Peter barked.
"Don't get me involved in this," Liam said without looking away from the TV.
"Mason!" Peter glared at the other teen, who turned to look at him, but only rolled his eyes and turned back to the film.
"Don't even think about asking me," The Sheriff said without even looking at them.
"No comment," Parrish said also without looking.
"See," Stiles smirked.
"We didn't agree with you either," Liam grinned.
"Traitor!" Stiles wailed flopping against Aiden. "I'll make sure to bribe you enough to always take my side," He muttered.
"I like cookies," Aiden said cautiously, getting a beaming grin back.
"Looks like I have to figure you out then," Peter eyed Ethan.
"Pft, they're going to be mine, all mine!" Stiles grinning wrapping his arms around Aiden and partially around Ethan.
"Leave me some of them!" Peter growled playfully.
"Nope, mine!" Stiles laughed.
The twins sat between them, trying not to beam happily at the attention, and more than that, the feeling of belonging.
"Right, upstairs," Stiles clapped his hands together.
"I'm not going to be able to escape am I?" Parrish sighed.
"I will get Peter to chase your fiery ass down and drag you back here," Stiles said pleasantly.
"If he wants me to," Peter shrugged when Parrish looked at him.
"Dude you're whipped!" Liam snorted before squealing when he found himself gripped and flung upside down, Peter grabbing his ankle and holding him off the floor upside down.
"Dude I am your Alpha and can whip your arse if I want," Peter growled threateningly. Ethan and Aiden watched a little nervously until Liam started giggling, swinging himself back and forth in Peter's grip. He laughed when Peter dropped him, landing on his hands and feet before throwing himself at Stiles with a pout.
"Furry butt upstairs," Stiles shook his head but rubbed their cheeks together to scent the younger teen.
"I will get by human butt up the stairs too," Mason yawned.
"Careful," Peter gently guided him around the coffee table when he nearly tripped over it in his tiredness.
"It's been a busy week," Mason yawned again. He laughed happily when Peter picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him up the stairs. The Twins watched Stiles smile fondly after them, a warm, comfy scent coming off of him, the scent of honey and milk coming from him. They glanced at each other, clear on both of their faces that they were associating the scent coming off of Stiles the same way.
"Right come on," Stiles took their hands and led them upstairs, the two of them following eagerly behind him, trying not to show just how eager they were as they carefully closed their hands around his warm ones.
"I am only doing this once in a blue moon," The Sheriff grumbled as he walked into the bedroom right behind them in his pyjamas just as Peter and Liam were dropping his mattress down next to Stiles' new one which peter had bought for him considering how many sleepovers they were having. "I am only doing this because of the special occasion,"
"Us?" Ethan asked surprised.
"No, because Stiles and Peter pissed off that Karen from earlier," Liam grinned flopping down next to Mason on the shoved together mattresses.
"Don't remind him!" Stiles whined flopping down on top of Liam, but he carefully wrapped him in his arms as they wiggled to get comfortable.
Peter pressed Ethan and Aiden down onto the mattresses on either side of the three already on the bed, laying down behind Aiden Mason as Ethan carefully snuggled onto Stiles. Parrish and the Sheriff dropped down onto the outsides and they all wiggled around throwing blankets over themselves, thin ones considering they had four werewolves and a hell hound pumping out heat amongst them.
The twins settled down, sinking into the bed as something fell away from their shoulders that they had not realised was there until it was finally gone. They were safe, they were wanted, they were part of a healthy pack that cared for each other, and they finally had somewhere that they had a chance to belong.
In their chests their wolves curled carefully around the new pack bonds that were forming in their chests, basking in the soft glow that was coming off of them, the soft hum of the pack, and care, emanating from it and warming them from the inside out in a way that they had never felt before.
"What?" Ethan looked at his brother who was looking equally lost.
"I want you to consider moving in here, your room can become permanently yours. I don't like the thought of you living in that place by yourselves, I didn't know that that is where you were staying," the Sheriff scowled.
"But…"
"There will be rules, of course, you will go to school, there will be rules on bringing people back, and I will want you to let us know where you are if you're going to be out late,"
"Oh but…"
"You shouldn't be by yourselves when you can have a home," Stiles said gently dropping their breakfast plates in front of them.
"I was actually planning on looking to buy a bigger house, somewhere that can fit us all, Chris as well if he wishes to move, I do not think it is good for him to be in that apartment by himself," Peter said walking into the kitchen, leaning down to kiss Stiles before heading for the coffee machine.
"That sounds good," the Sheriff nodded after a moment's thought, "it has been nice having a house full of life again, having it on a permanent basis sounds like a good idea, you boys will be able to stay over a little more and have your own space too," he added to Mason and Liam as Stiles dropped their plates in front of them.
"We will collect your things after school," Peter said to the twins.
"But we didn't agree," Aiden spluttered.
"I'm pulling rank on you," Peter grinned ruffling their hair. "You need pack around,"
"We all do," Stiles hummed settling onto Peter's knee and starting to eat his breakfast. "We also need a way bigger table when we move," he added with a grimace looking around the table at where Parrish, Peter, his dad, Liam, Mason, Ethan and Aiden were all squished around the table.
"Oh...you're looking a little...full," Chris said awkwardly walking through the doorway and freezing, clearly not sure of his place as they turned to look at him.
"There is space," Peter said firmly as Stiles hopped up and started plating up breakfast for him.
"You don't have to…" Chris started to say before there was the squeaking of chairs and stools shuffled around, a stool being dug out from somewhere and squashed in.
"There, sorted," Mason grinned.
"This is...snug," Chris said after a few moments. There was a pause and then they all started laughing, they could barely move their arms to eat their meals, their elbows knocking together repeatedly.
"We're looking for somewhere bigger soon, we will all have to start having a look online," Stiles grinned as the laughter calmed down. Chris narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, the same look that he gave whenever he realised Stiles was going to drag him back into piecing his life together, and the worst thing was it was working. He had found himself wandering around his apartment this morning, not able to settle into his normal day of staring blankly at the TV.
He had grumbled and sworn to himself the whole drive over even as he also wondered what Stiles was cooking for breakfast and which of his, the pack, were going to be there.
Stiles smiled brightly back before turning and pretending to feed Peter while making aeroplane noises, his Alpha glaring darkly at him while the other teased him.
Ethan and Aiden settled between Mason and Parrish, chewing on their breakfast as they just looked around at everyone, their Pack, interacting and chattering to each other. They had a home, to them it didn't matter where they were living, as long as they could hold onto this, eating breakfast together, laughing and talking together, this was the home that they had longed for since they were little omega wolves whose only comfort was each other and couldn't understand why their Alpha who was supposed to look after them hurt them so badly.
Peter met their eyes from across the table, something warm and understanding in his face, something dangerous in his blue eyes that made them feel even safer. Their Alpha was dangerous and deadly, he was manipulative and he would always cut the throat of someone else first and then ask questions, but he would do all that to protect them and make sure that they never lost this, and to make sure that he never lost them.
They looked at Stiles who was smiling warmly at Chris who was glaring mutinously back at him, but there was a soft ghost of a smile around his mouth and small laugh lines were appearing around his eyes, both almost half-forgotten but coming back. This was the same teenager who they had watched lugging bodies around and setting up a crime scene to protect them before they were even pack with eyes that were as hard as the amber they shared their likeness with. They had no doubt that Stiles would be equally as manipulative and dangerous to protect those he saw as his. They had seen him in action, what he would do and risk to protect those he cared about even when they didn't treat him particularly well, he had cracked a baseball bat over their heads when they were fused to try and help his friends.
Now that he had the support of Peter and others around him that cared for him, they knew that he could be dangerous as a human, never mind as the wolf that he was clearly going to become once Peter became an Alpha. They had no doubt that the bite would take to him, and they did not think that Peter had any doubt about it either, though their Alpha wouldn't allow for any other scenario than the bite talking. Stiles was a natural wolf as they had ever seen, and he was going to be an amazing Alpha mate, he already was.
Looking at each other they quickly agreed without any words that they would get in touch with some of the few contacts that they had to ask around for a bad Alpha that Peter could take care of. They would do everything that they could to ensure the survival of their pack as well.