Chapter 2: Bite

Stilinski Residence

*Stiles POV*

The soft pulling of my stitches made me wake up faster than usual. For the first time in three nights I hadn't woken up in the middle of the night from being so cold and now my stitches started pulling. I sighed irritated, planning on ignoring the pulling feeling of my stitches and I snuggled into the warmth that was in my bed. The warmth wasn't soft like I'd expected it to be, but it was rock-solid. I opened my eyes to see what kind of warm rock was placed in my bed when I saw a head of dark hair. There was a sweet sort of smell coming from this person that smelled vaguely familiar. Suddenly the memories came flooding back into my brain and I remembered what happened last night.

I had invited Derek to stay with me in my bed. No, no I ordered him to stay with me last night! What in the fuck is wrong with me? First, he started to be in my fantasies and now I have to think about him if I want to get off, and now he is in my bed? No, this is progressing in a way that is not the right way.

"Stiles," a deep, husky voice growled from beside me.

"Yes?" I asked with a high pitched voice.

"Stop thinking so much and stop fidgeting, you'll tear your stitches again and I don't feel like licking your wounds again. Go back to sleep," another irritated growl sounded.

I said nothing. Did Derek lick my wounds last night? How come I didn't notice any of this? The hard rock in my bed stiffened even more when I remembered his words to stop fidgeting.

"Fine!" I whispered and tried to lie still.

After a few more minutes I could feel more sleepiness entering my brain, making it foggy again and drifted off to sleep.

Saturday morning, Stilinski Residence

*Stiles POV*

"Do you think we should wake them?" a vague voice sounded on the background.

"I don't know, there is some rule about waking your alpha if it isn't important…" another voice sounded unsure.

"But how did… I mean that's incredible, it didn't even work that well on Erica," a third voice sounded.

"I know, but maybe Stiles' body is more receptive of Derek's healing saliva? And humans don't have super quick healing."

"I think Stiles is waking up, his heartbeat becomes more rapid."

"I guess you're right. What should we do, should we get out of here?"

"Too late, Derek is also waking up."

When my brain caught up with the words, I blinked a few times, was startled by the light and then slowly looked around my room.

Scott, Isaac and Alison were standing at the end of my bed, looking at me waking up.

"Hi guys," I said groggily.

"Hi Stiles, how are you feeling?" Alison asked sweetly.

"I feel fine; the pain is getting less. So that's a bonus. Not that I don't appreciate you being here, but what are you doing here Alison?" I asked after rubbing my eyes.

I wasn't surprised that Isaac was here, he'd been my bodyguard occasionally when it was his turn to protect me from Derek. But Alison wouldn't stand a chance without her weapons and seeing as Derek was apparently even faster, they didn't want to take the risk.

"Uhm, I stayed over at Scott's house last night, so when Scott said he wanted to check up on you, I figured I'd join him. Same goes for Isaac."

Alison's face turned red hot and I think she was ashamed of sleeping over, but I didn't think that was it. They had sex before so what was different?

"So uh, Stiles. Why is Derek in your bed?" Isaac asked in a small voice. Scott nodded as if he wanted to ask the same question.

I couldn't lie because there were two living lie detectors standing right in front of me. When Derek moved beside me I closed my mouth, afraid of what he was going to say.

"Because Stiles asked me to. He was cold and the spare blankets weren't enough. I was planning on leaving as soon as Stiles had fallen asleep but I think I fell asleep as well," Derek stated plain, as if there wasn't much more to it.

"You were planning on leaving me?" I asked incredulous, because he didn't seem like he wanted to leave at all this morning when he told me to go back to sleep.

Derek ignored my tone and answered seriously.

"Yes. But then I remembered what you said about being accustomed that I see you every evening for the planning and dropping off Isaac and I figured you might be right. My wolf needs to have a daily shot of your smell otherwise it gets incredibly possessive. It only got worse when I couldn't smell you for a the few days that you were unconscious."

"But how come you only have that with Stiles and not with Isaac, Alison or me for example?" Scott asked while taking Alison's hand softly in his.

He didn't answer, sat up, got out of bed and started putting on his shoes and belt.

"Well?" Scott asked.

"I don't know yet," the voice sounded clear and authoritative, I could see Isaac cringe a little bit, and Scott pulling his shoulder up just a little when Scott nodded.

"Okay, no problem, we'll figure it out."

"Until then I'd think it's best if Derek sleeps with Stiles, to make sure his wolf has enough of Stiles. Derek, is the urge to bite Stiles gone?" Alison asked after her suggestion.

Wait what?

"Not completely gone, but definitely more manageable than yesterday," Derek spoke slowly.

Just when I wanted to disagree with their plan to have Derek sleep with me every night, Derek opened his mouth.

"But I don't think it's appropriate if I sleep here every night. Stiles is still a minor and I don't want the Sheriff to get a bad idea about me."

I furrowed my brow, since when did Derek care about what people thought of him?

"We'll figure something out, but I do have a solution for that being a minor thing! It's your birthday next Saturday!" Alison smiled happily.

"How do you know that so well?" I asked her, surprised that she actually knew this about me.

"Oh! Scott told me because he is…"

Scott turned around and gave Alison a look that said 'shut up!' and she quickly recomposed herself.

"I mean, Scott didn't know what to get you so he asked for my advice," Alison said smiling at me.

She was so obviously lying that I didn't even need werewolf hearing to hear her heart skip a beat or whatever it sounded like when someone was lying. And when all the wolves were silent and frozen in their place, I started laughing.

"Okay, yeah okay," I said sarcastically.

I'll just pretend that Alison wasn't lying to me. Scott never had trouble buying me a gift so I doubt he needs her help now.

Saturday evening, Stilinski Residence

*Stiles POV*

When I had wished my dad goodnight, I went upstairs to get some sleep. The pain medication made me feel sleepy and since I was too 'wounded' to be getting back to school, I stayed home for the next week anyway. I entered my bedroom and there I saw Derek lying on my bed, reading a book I ordered on magical herbs against supernatural creatures. I shut my bedroom door behind me at once, seeing as my Dad and Derek weren't exactly on speaking terms.

"Hey," Derek said without looking up.

I could feel the tension rise and it felt like my throat was being pinched.

"Hi, uhm Derek. I thought you had your shot of me already. I mean, I know I'm irresistible," I pointed to my own face to double the effect, which worked because Derek's eyes followed my finger to my face and raised his eyebrows before I continued, "but I figured you would be able to deal with that, you know since you woke up with me this afternoon!" I whispered irritated.

"Well, if you had listened you also heard that it was probably for the best to let me sleep here for the next few nights until my wolf has calmed down and loaded up on your smell!" Derek whispered angrily.

"Fine! But I don't want you grabbing hold of my body again, you're a terrible possessive sleeper!" I hissed back, thinking about the fact that he had slept incredibly close to me.

"Fine, even though it's not like I do it on purpose!" Derek hissed back and narrowed his eyes at the door.

I looked at the door as well and when I heard my father's bedroom door close as well, I saw Derek relax. I stepped into bed, glad that I didn't have to change into pyjama's anymore and laid on my back. Derek pulled the covers over himself as well and he growled out of irritation. Then he took a deep breath through his nose and I could feel his breathing becoming quieter. It felt like my body was on fire. I didn't dare to move an inch but my thoughts were racing through my mind.

"Why can't you control your wolf anymore?" I asked him after what felt like an hour of silence.

"I don't know. It's feels like…" a long silence.

I really tried to stay silent but since I wasn't allowed to take my Adderall with my pain medication, trying was the equivalent of trying to stop with breathing.

"What does it feel like?" I whispered.

"Never mind Stiles, just go to sleep," Derek grumbled and turned away from me.

Tuesday evening, Stilinski Residence

*Stiles POV*

When the doorbell rang Scott jumped up from the table. Scott had stayed over for dinner so he could be present when I introduced Derek to Dad. Dad looked surprised when the doorbell rang, put down his fork and looked at who entered our living room.

Derek Hale.

The same Derek Hale who had been sleeping in my bed for the past three nights.

It was Lydia's idea to introduce Dad and Derek in nice surroundings. She insisted that Scott was present, so he could help explain that Derek really wasn't a bad guy and I'd probably mess the whole plan up again, according to Lydia. But my heart was pounding loud in my chest because of the tension.

"Derek Hale, what are you doing here?" Dad said while standing up and moving swiftly for his gun in his holster. When he didn't feel his gun holster and remembered he put it in the garage where the gun safe was, he furrowed his brows.

When Derek didn't respond, Dad's eyes moved over my calm, not surprised face and then he sighed.

"Stiles and Scott, why would you invite a criminal who was suspected of murder in my house?" he asked us, completely ignoring Derek.

"Sheriff, do you remember when I called you and said that Stiles got attacked by a mountain lion and that he was in the hospital?" Scott said quickly.

Dad gave him a look of disbelief and then looked back at me, as if to say: 'is your friend serious right now?'

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forget," Dad spoke coldly and a shiver ran over my spine.

"Yes, well," Scott said, clearly uncomfortable.

When my Dad raised his eyebrows at Scott and gestured him to continue, Scott took a deep breath and said what we had rehearsed.

"You know when I told you that a stranger shot it to prevent it from killing Stiles? I lied. It wasn't a stranger." Scott said even faster gesturing to Derek who stood beside him.

"Okay, let me get this straight, you shot a mountain lion that was attacking my son, while he was under the mountain lion?" my Dad asked Derek when anger rose in his voice.

"He didn't, Stiles had kicked it off of him and then Derek shot it," Scott said quickly even before Derek could answer.

I could almost start celebrating now, because my Dad asked exactly what I expected him to ask. Everything was going according to Lydia's and my plan.

"Let's see if he can answer the next question for himself. Where did you get the gun Mr. Hale?" Dad asked suspicious.

"I heard someone screaming in pain and another one screaming for help, it sounded like they were getting attacked so I took my sisters weapon out of our gun safe and ran outside. It sounded like someone was being killed and I didn't have any other weapons to defend myself with. When I saw that Stiles was attacked by the mountain lion, I waited for a clear enough shot and…" a hesitating pause "I shot it," Derek's voice sounded a little fear-stricken and then it hit me that he was acting! The way his shoulders moved up in tension when he sat he shot it… It was perfect.

I looked back to Dad and saw him narrowing his eyes and looking back at Scott.

"And why didn't you tell me sooner that he rescued Stiles?" Dad asked Scott.

"Because Derek asked me not to. I think because he didn't want anyone to know that he still had his sister's gun. And since Derek, Stiles and I became pretty good friends after getting him falsely suspected for the murder of his sister, we didn't want to betray his wishes more. Especially after he saved Stiles' life," Scott said, perfectly acted.

"Okay, let me get this straight, you became friends with the person you suspected of killing his own sister? How did that unfold?" Dad asked gave us a watch-what-you-are-going-to-say look and Scott took a deep breath.

"I jog in the woods quite frequently, one day I happened to pass Derek's property and we got talking. He's really an okay guy, Sheriff," Scott said, giving Derek a clap on his shoulder.

Derek laughed back and it sounded so enchanting that my heart skipped a beat. I don't know why but seeing and hearing Derek smile was like the best experience in the world.

Derek and Scott both gave me a weird look but that disappeared when my Dad walked forward to Derek.

"Thank you Derek. For saving my sons life. He wouldn't have made it if he had more wounds which definitely would've happened if the mountain lion continued to attack him. So thanks. I owe you," my Dad said and extended his hand.

When Derek shook his hand he nodded and said, "you're welcome Sheriff. I care for these two morons even though they do incredibly stupid things."

Dad laughed and turned to Scott and me.

"But of course you wouldn't have had to save their asses if he didn't go out in the middle of the night to have a walk with Scott in the middle of the woods, but that is my problem. I'll keep a close watch on him from now on," Dad said more to me then to Scott.

Derek grinned and Scott had the right to look a bit guilty.

"So you guys are friend huh?" Dad asked the three of us.

"Yup," I said, almost bursting with happiness that our plan succeeded.

"Don't you wanna offer him a beer or something?" Dad asked me after which he immediately asked to Derek, "How old are you?"

"Uhm I could, but I can't because he's driving, I'll get you a coke," I said quickly and got up to the fridge.

"I just turned twenty-four, last month," Derek answered.

"Sheriff, would you like a whiskey?" I heard Scott ask.

"Yes, I think I'll have one."

After a night of talking between Dad, Scott, Derek and I, it was time to go to bed. Derek and Scott got into Derek's car and drove off, I knew this was just for the show since Derek would be in my room about 20 minutes later. When I said goodbye to my slightly tipsy Dad and he thanked me for being so honest with him, reminding me just of Mum, I could literally feel my heart breaking. And when Derek hopped into bed next to me a little while later, happy that everything worked out, I could only feel hatred. I barked at him to leave me alone and turned away from him, even though lying on my right side tore at the stitches. I only felt loathing, self-hatred for lying to my Dad. I felt worse than I felt when I'd woken up in the hospital.

But when I woke up that night, I felt warm arms holding me close and something poking my back and I felt better. I felt calm and easy. It was going to be okay.

Thursday evening, Stilinski Residence

*Stiles POV*

Even though it had only been a few nights that Derek had slept in my bed, when I laid down in bed, I missed Derek's arms around me and I couldn't wait for him to arrive. I'd played a game on my phone for what seemed like forever and when I looked back at the clock I notices that only twelve minutes had passed.

I stared out of the window for a while and when the clock stroke 10, my window opened and Derek entered my room.

"Already in bed?" Derek's voice sounded deep and when I saw that his eyes were red I figured that his possessive wolf was speaking now.

"Uhm, yes. I was really tired," I lied, not wanting to admit that I'd missed him since this morning.

"That's exactly where you belong you know, in bed with me," the wolf's voice was so deep I got hard almost instantly but I reminded myself to not forget that Derek was the alpha and I was just the human plan-maker. Nothing more.

When the red eyes wolf stripped to his boxer shorts and took off his shirt and got into bed next to me, grabbing hold of my whole body and pressing himself completely against my body, I shivered and didn't dare to breathe.

"Good night Derek," I whispered.

"Good night Stiles," the deep voice sounded.

Friday evening, Stilinski Residence

*Stiles POV*

The worst part was that I was in love with him. I was in love with Derek Hale. His gorgeous muscled, possessive body, his laughs. The way he looked when he woke up in the morning. The way his presence made me calmer and more turned on at the same time. The way he took off his shirt when he got ready for bed. The way he pulled me close when we were sleeping together even thought that was just because his wolf would bite me otherwise, but hey, what does it matter?

"Hey Derek?" I asked softly, knowing that he was awake.

"Yes?"

"Your wolf, last night, he was kind of flirting with me," I said, loving to tease the sourwolf.

"I know, I was there," the annoyed answer sounded.

Saturday April 8th, Stilinski Residence

*Scott POV*

I gave the Sheriff the sign and he yelled upstairs, "Stiles, get down here for a second!"

"Why?" Stiles yelled from upstairs.

"Stiles!" the Sheriff yelled back.

"Fine!" an irritated sigh sounded and a few keys on the keyboard were hit hard.

When we heard Stiles coming down from the stairs, I gestured everyone to get in their position. Stiles walked to the kitchen where the Sheriff was waiting for him.

"What is it Dad? I thought you didn't have to work tonight…" a startled Stiles sounded disappointed.

"Well, I volunteered to work tonight's shift," the Sheriff said calmly.

"But why? I mean I know you know it's my birthday, so why are you leaving me?" Stiles asked almost whining.

"Because I think you don't want your old man around when you have your birthday party."

"What?" Stiles asked and the footsteps became louder.

"Surprise!" all of us yelled.

I saw Stiles eyes move over all of us. First Alison and me, Lydia and Aiden, Danny and Ethan, Erica, Isaac, Jackson, Boyd and Derek.

"I had no idea!" Stiles said happy and all of us could tell that he was lying.

"Have fun all of you! And no alcohol, especially not for Stiles!" the Sheriff warned and gave me a penetrating look.

"Yes, Sheriff!"

Stiles got congratulated by all of us and then Erica walked over to the stereo and turned on the music. Isaac and Boyd quickly let go of the balloons they were holding and the twins let go of their 'friends' to put the drinks on the large table.

"Guys, guys!" Stiles said and everyone quieted down immediately.

"We can't have a party without food so in half an hour or so, pizza will be delivered and I made some snacks that are wrapped in foil in the fridge," Stiles explained.

"I told you that you shouldn't tell Alison, she's a terrible liar," Aiden said to me.

Before I could respond Erica burst forward and gave Aiden a gentle (read: hard enough to break ribs) push and grinned darkly.

"I think with the proper motivation and preparation Alison is a great liar," Erica hissed while she put her arm around Alison's neck.

Alison started laughing when Aiden folded almost double because of the impact of the little push and put her arm in return around Erica's waist. I knew that Erica and Alison could get along way better now that they were pack, but I also knew that they were hiding something from me. And according to the look on Derek's face, Derek just came to that same realisation.

"Behave, all of you!" Derek snarled.

After the pizza had arrived, Erica's bitch mood was over and everyone was talking with everyone when Danny suggested to see a movie. The movie wasn't out in cinema's yet, but Danny had downloaded it and had brought it on DVD since the Stilinski's didn't have blue-ray. Everyone was okay with watching it, the movie was called 'werewolves' and seemed more than appropriate for this birthday party. Derek, Jackson and Boyd had to go to the bathroom before the movie started and

Stiles sat down on the couch right in front of the television because none of us wanted his stitches to tear and I sat down next to him with Alison on my lap. When Ethan wanted to sit down on the other side of Stiles, Derek just came back from the bathroom and bared his fangs at Ethan who quickly sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch. Derek seemed rather pleased when he sat down next to Stiles and nodded at Danny to start the movie.

"He's my mate, I just need to be close to him! You don't understand daddy! I didn't mean to disobey you on purpose, but I just needed to smell him! I needed to be close to him, I was losing my mind…" the girl's voice sounded whining.

"Enough! You will never disobey my orders again, I'm your alpha! I choose the mate I deem appropriate for you!" the large man with a big moustache said angrily.

When the movie ended Erica began to laugh hard and clapped with her hand on the floor.

"What was so funny?" Boyd asked smiling.

"Didn't you think that the alpha was exactly like Derek?" she asked as if she found out something hilarious.

"Now that you mention it, I did see some similarities," Jackson grinned at Derek defiant.

Just when I thought Derek would snarl at the both of them, something else happened that I surprised me a little too much.

"Erica, Jackson! Quit pestering the alpha, especially since it's my birthday! Apologize," Stiles said imperative.

Jackson gave him a look of disbelief but Erica immediately apologized to which Jackson followed soon. I looked to my left where Stiles and Derek were sitting. Stiles looked happy with himself of what he accomplished but Derek was looking at Stiles in such an appalled manner that he could almost be a living statue.

Then Derek grabbed Stiles' shirt aggressively and pulled Stiles closer to him.

"Stiles. What is the time of your birth? What was the exact time?!" Derek growled and smelled so angry that I was surprised that he wasn't shouting.

"Uhm, a little while ago. Why?" Stiles suddenly said a little frightened, not daring to take his eyes off of Derek's angry demeanour.

"Tell me, the exact time!" Derek hissed while gripping hold of Stiles shirt even more.

Alison quickly moved off my lap, while Aiden started to hiss and I closed my hand around Derek's arm that was holding Stiles' shirt tightly. Boyd stood up as well and stood behind Derek, ready to attack him as soon as he attacked Stiles.

Derek didn't even look at any of us and gave Stiles a threatening glare.

"11:23PM. Why?" Stiles said quickly.

I looked at the clock, it was now 11:31.

Derek released Stiles immediately, stood up and turned to Isaac. Isaac was looking só afraid at the murderous alpha in front of him that I decided to attack Derek if he took as much as one step forward.

"Why did you tell me that Stiles was born in the morning?!" Derek shouted murderously at Isaac.

"I thought that he told me that he was born in the morning…" Isaac stuttered, getting up to run quickly if it was necessary.

"I did tell you that Isaac," Stiles said quickly.

Derek turned back around to Stiles.

"I said that because then we could have the party in the evening! I mean everyone knows that when your throw a surprise birthday party that you make the birthday boy feel like they were forgotten and after the time they were born you would throw a party. So I made it easier for you to set it up by saying that my birthday was in the morning so we could celebrate it in the evening!" Stiles said triumphant.

"You idiot!" Derek shouted.

"Yeah, that was really stupid for a person claiming to know everything about werewolves," Ethan said grinning.

Derek gritted his teeth at Ethan who took a step back. I could only blink and listen because it felt like I was missing something huge here.

"Excuse me, but what are we talking about?" I asked the whole group.

Almost everyone looked at me with disbelief, as if they weren't sure that I could be this thick. But Alison looked at me with her big doe eyes just as clueless as I.

"Let me explain," Aiden said while untangling himself from Lydia's body.

"Derek's wolf feels possessive of Stiles, is that correct?" Aiden asked as if he was explaining a child something simple.

"Yes," I answered. Everyone knew that.

"Why?" Aiden asked me.

"I don't know. Because he got used to being around Stiles and hates change?" I suggested.

"Wrong, because Derek's wolf wants to claim Stiles like yours wants to claim Alison," Aiden explained.

Alison shrugged and I felt like I still didn't get it.

"But what has this to do with the fact that Stiles turned 18?"

"Because wolves can only claim their mates if they are over 18 years old. We're not freaking pedophiles," Ethan said grinning.

Aiden sighed and I quickly looked at Derek, who looked utterly horrified.

"The unconscious part of Stiles knows about the claim Derek's wolf laid on him. So the minute Stiles turned 18 he had the chance to accept or refuse the claim. Apparently Stiles was a little distracted by the movie and made his decision clear 8 minutes after he turned 18."

"But how…" Stiles was speechless, he looked shocked at Derek and Derek looked just as shocked at Ethan and Aiden.

"You just told Jackson and Erica to apologize and they did. Even though you were a valuable member of the pack before you became the alpha's mate, no one would've needed to obey to a direct order from you. And now they have to, 'cause you're the boss. The pack mum."

Wait what?

Everyone was looking from Derek to Stiles and from Stiles to Derek. Derek's face was emotionless and Stiles still looked like he was missing the last piece of his puzzle for the 'eureka moment'.

"But what did it matter that Derek was here when Stiles turned 18? Why did Derek needed to be away when he turned 18?" Isaac asked in a small voice.

"Because Derek here, wanted to give Stiles a fighting chance to refuse. When a possible mate is in the same room when you have to accept or either refuse the claim, it can be pretty damn difficult to refuse the offer if your senses are flooded with calming and almost hypnotizing positive smells. These senses are stimulated by touch and smell and getting used to each other's presence and Derek definitely did that right. So every time he touched Stiles' skin, Stiles unconscious part was getting used to being around him. Getting more attached to Derek," Aiden explained.

"But other than the fact that he's totally in love with Derek, I'd say that he wouldn't have said no even if Derek wasn't in the room. And Derek probably thought that the claim was refused because he didn't feel the utter desire to bite his possible mate in the neck this morning, which I guess he would get right about now," Ethan said looking at the clock, smiling broadly.

Everyone looked at the clock and saw 11:45. Exactly 18 minutes after Stiles birthday. When all of us turned their heads towards Derek he opened his mouth very slowly.

"I don't have the urge to bite Stiles," Derek said growling, not taking his eyes off of Ethan.

"I think you're lying," Boyd grinned.

"Yeah, that sounded like a lie to me," Erica said smiling.

Stiles just sat there looking baffled and stared at Derek, which Derek completely ignored.

"Uhm, Stiles, I'm really sorry I have to this, but it's for your own good," Erica said when she got up and straddled Stiles calmly.

When she pressed her lips against Stiles', Derek jumped forwards and threw her off of Stiles, throwing her against the wall, only just missing a painting.

"MINE!" Derek growled and placed his arms around Stiles in such a possessive manner I was accused of doing to Alison.

Erica groaned on the background but then everything became quiet. The only thing I could hear was Stiles' heart beating fast in anticipation of what was coming and Derek's nervous beating heart.

When Derek's lips crashed down onto Stiles' everyone was still quiet and just listened to the sound of fast beating hearts.

*Stiles POV*

When Derek stopped kissing I whimpered soundlessly and felt the need to be even closer to him. I opened my eyes to see his red eyes shining proudly and his fangs at the ready, ready to bite me. He moves his mouth to my neck and the only thing I could think was that I wanted him to bite me. I needed him to bite me!

When his teeth sank into my skin I could feel an explosion of arousal coursing through every part of my brain. I moved deeper into the feeling and when I heard a moan that was filled with pleasure I got another bite at the other side of my neck. Then, my shirt was moved to the side and my shoulder was puncture with fangs so sharp that I almost got off on it right there.

Suddenly a loud *bang* sounded and Derek moved back from my skin. I put on my pouty face, irritated that the feeling was dissolving.

"Uhm, I think we are going to go now," I heard Scott's unsure voice sound.

What was Scott doing here at this time? Why would he be here? And when I saw the balloons and the decorations I remembered. It was my birthday. I was Derek's mate. And I needed him closer to me like right now because I didn't want to miss him.

"Okay, close the door behind you," I said, staring back into Derek's gorgeous eyes.

At this Derek grinned and smiled like crazy.

"Stiles, you should say goodbye to your pack," Derek sounded teasing but I knew he was serious.

"But why? Can't they just leave already? I mean I hear a bed with our names on it," I said smirking playful.

"Jeez, could you wait until we're at least outside?" I heard the annoyed voice of Jackson say.

But Derek just grinned and pulled me up from the couch.

"Get out, we'll call you when the coast is clear," Derek said laughing genuinely.

My heart melted at the sound and we walked upstairs.

Hi guys!

I'm sorry to say this but this story is 'complete for now'. Simply because my main focus is Harry Potter. This is a fairly okay ending and just enough to buy me some time before I write the next (few/last) chapter(s). Later I'll change the summary because I didn't end up writing the part I wanted, this is another story that went its own way (bad bad me for letting that happen). I had this wonderful idea of Stiles becoming a Warlock. Read:

"That's what you are Stiles, a warlock."

When his face looked like it didn't ring a bell, Dr. Deaton cleared his throat to clarify.

"Other words for warlock are also magician, wizard, necromancer, sorcerer and enchanter. But we are not a movie. In our world your ability makes you a warlock. Having a warlock in a werewolf pack makes you incredibly powerful, because warlocks usually don't choose sides and would never choose a pack to join. But then again, you were always special Stiles."

And with that power he would be able to protect the pack even more, making Alison and Danny the only humans left, that's why the 'odd mixture of creatures' was mentioned in the summary. But I'll change that and write that part when I get to it so for now this story is finished.

Thanks for your support reviewer. I've had two days off and I finished more than I expected so I pretty proud of myself. I hope you are too because I've spent a lot of time in this! (and as always, this story is unbetaed, if you feel up for it, let me know!)

Lots of love,

Aimee