So I am up to 10 reviews on this story. Most I have gotten for a story I am soo happy :3 I am glad that people actually enjoy this as I enjoy writing it. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed. I have in four days 276 hits and 118 visitors. That has me stoked! Also having to chose Stiles' dad's name cause idk what it is and they don't tell use :(

Any way here's what you've been waiting for ;)

The next morning came and Stiles was the first one up, he slipped from Jackson's arms and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He washed his face and let it drip as he looked at himself in the mirror. Dark circles under his eyes. His eyes seemed to be empty. Emotionless. He dried his face and headed downstairs to see Chris Argent sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Stiles frowned. It reminded him so much of his dad.

Chris looked up from the paper to see Stiles standing there in the door frame. He had to admit the teen looked like a train wreck. He waved him over to sit at the table with him. Stiles walked over but didn't really feel as if he was in control of his body. Chris got up and went to the coffee pot, pouring a cup and setting it in front of the teen, also any additives he wanted to add to his drink.

Stiles looked down into the black coffee, than up at the other things. He moved and put sugar in it, along with a vanilla creamer and stirred them together, taking a small sip. It was a peaceful silence but it hurt Stiles to have that silence. "What am I going to do know?" Stiles asked the older man in a whisper. Chris studied the teen. "We're going to have to go to your house. Pack up everything. I mean everything." Chris told him. Stiles shook his head.

"I can't go back." Stiles said. "No." Stiles shook his head. He was broken. He couldn't deal with going back to his house so soon. It would hurt to much to see everything. There was a frantic knock at the door. Stiles looked to where the door was and Chris had gotten up and headed towards the door stopping in the frame. "It's Melissa." He said, answering the teen's unasked question. Stiles stood up, pushing away from the table walking behind Chris to the door.

Chris opened it to reveal Melissa, she was in scrubs, her hair a mess and her eyes were pink and a bit swollen. "Where are t-" She started to ask but stopped when she saw Stiles standing behind the man. Chris moved and Melissa enveloped the teen in a hug. "Oh Stiles." She whispered in his ear, rubbing his back. Stiles hugged her back. Chris closed the door and went to get another cup for Melissa. "I'm so sorry honey." She said.

Melissa was working her normal hours and the night was going by uneventful. But nearing ten that night, they were informed about thirty minutes later that three bodies were coming in, but nothing could save them. They were just holding them to have them cleaned up and stitched up for their funerals, when they decided to be done.

She was waiting for them with a few others who would clean the bodies up. All three were transferred from the stretcher to the tables. There were two men and a woman. On the count of three she uncovered the third body that seemed to have most of the blood loss. Her eyes widened and she gasped covering her mouth.

Tears running down her cheeks. Adam Stilinski. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The other two were uncovered and she saw them, she recognized the female as Allison's aunt and the other man was burnt, she could tell who it was. They had taken her out of the room and told her to go home. She nodded and did just that.

She was worried about the boys. Where were they? Why wasn't Scott home? Where they okay? All those thoughts and more ran through her head as she cried. She had no clue where the boys were and she wouldn't be able to find them.

The next morning she got a call from Chris Argent saying that Scott and Stiles where at his house and here she was. She was still shocked from finding Adam like that. She wanted to know what happened. She wanted to know if Stiles was there and saw it. If he did, he would be more effected by this than anything.

Stiles shook his head. 'You don't have to be." he said, in result Melissa just hugged him tighter. "Melissa I would like to discuss some things with you." Chris said. Melissa nodded and pulled away from Stiles, giving him a soft kiss to his forehead. She walked into the kitchen and took a seat across from Chris. Stiles followed and took his seat and stared at the coffee. Zoning out, not bothering to listen to what the two of them had to discuss.

Chris took a sip of his coffee. "I was planning on adopting him." he told Melissa, she was surprised but wanted him to continue. "He's witnessed things that he shouldn't have. I'm also sorry to say this but I've noticed that Scott doesn't have a father and that's what Stiles is going to need after what happened." Chris explained. Melissa nodded. She knew he was right.

It was bad enough that Scott didn't have a father but Adam was the father figure and now he wasn't going to be there. She sighed. She turned to Stiles who held the coffee cup to his lips and drank some of it than placed it down ."Stiles." She said trying to gain his attention. He looked up. "Huh?" He questioned. "What...do you think about being adopted?" Melissa asked. Stiles eyes glanced between the two of them. Was that what they were talking about.

Stiles looked down at the cup. "I guess. I have no other relatives." Stiles stated. Melissa got up and took the seat next to Stiles and rest a hand on his shoulder. "Everything may be horrible now. But you have to look ahead and live your life to the fullest." She said. Stiles took a breath and nodded. He took a minute to decide that he had to be strong and stay alive. Stiles nodded. "So. Who's adopting me?" Stiles questioned, he had the idea it was going to be Melissa, but he had to ask. "I am." Chris answered.

Stiles looked to the older man a bit surprised, but nodded. "But...am I able to keep my last name?" Stiles questioned. He didn't want to give his last name up through adoption. Chris nodded. "I'll request that you want to." He said, standing up, finishing his coffee. "I'll go now. I'll be back later. The guest room will be your room now." Chris said clapping Stiles on his shoulder giving a comforting smile. Stiles smiled lightly back and watched Chris leave the house.

Stiles was going to be a part of a family of werewolf hunters. But it didn't seem to shock him as much as he thought it would have. Allison would be his sister. He sighed. Standing up. He would have to reenter his house at some point in time. "I'm going to buy boxes." Stiles told Melissa. She looked at him. "I'm going to come with you." She replied, Stiles nodded and scribbled on a piece of paper saying he'd return shortly. Melissa was with him and Chris went to do something important.

The two walked out of the house taking Melissa's car. Stiles got into the passenger seat and Melissa started the car and left. "Was Scott sleeping?" She questioned him as she drove down the roads. Stiles nodded. "Yeah. He was I'm surprised that he was." Stiles replied. As a werewolf Stiles would think Scott would wake up to the slightest sound but guess not. They arrived at the store. "Are you sure you don't mind." Melissa questioned. Stiles nodded and they walked in to buy boxes so they could pack.

So? Whatcha thinking?I think I might do the next chapter on Lydia waking up and being an Omega. What do you think?