A/N: The last chapter! I can't believe it took me over two years to finish this, but better late than never right? I hope you like the ending.

The next morning Stiles lay in bed as he watched the sunlight slowly brighten his bedroom. He'd never fallen asleep, not even for a moment. He just couldn't stop going over their decision. Were they making a mistake or were they doing the right thing? There was really no way to know for sure, and that thought alone was enough to keep him tossing and turning all night.

The rest of the night had been truly miserable, starting with his mission to retrieve Hanna from Scott. Kira had been asleep next to Scott on the couch. Hanna was sleeping too, but Scott still held her close. He'd never willingly put that baby down when he could hold her instead. There was some old movie on the TV, the volume on low. Stiles cleared his throat to let Scott know he was there, though he was sure he already knew.

"Oh hey, I was just about to –" Scott stood up, his smile quickly fading when he saw the expression on Stiles's face, not to mention the chemo signals coming off his friend that smelled very much like grief. "No."

Stiles didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything. He reached for Hanna but Scott took an unconscious step backwards. "Stiles, wait –"

The distress in his voice had woken Kira. She went over to join them and immediately knew what was happening. She put a gentle hand on Scott's arm. "We should go."

Scott wanted to protest, but Kira's quiet insistence convinced him that he shouldn't. He gave the baby to Stiles, and then he and Kira went hand-in-hand to the front door. Before they walked out, Scott turned around and said, "Stiles –" but what could he possibly say? Finally he managed, "I'll be back tomorrow. Whenever you want."

He was so grateful to have Scott in that moment. All he could get out was a weak, "Thanks."

Crushing his best friend's hopes was only the first brutal moment of the night. As soon as he'd returned to his bedroom with Hanna, Malia immediately reached out for her. They took turns holding her, and when Hanna woke up hungry, Malia breastfed her for a while until she got too emotional to continue. Together they changed her diaper and dressed her into something clean. There were plenty of tears, but there was laughter too at every funny face Hanna made. They stayed awake with her for hours, talking about what would happen next.

"Stiles," she said, looking down at the sweet little face that was looking right back at her, "Will her name still be Hanna?"

He didn't have it in him to sugarcoat it. He was sad and tired and he didn't want any of it to be happening. "I don't know. Probably not."

That hurt more than she'd been expecting. "Oh."

Malia finally fell asleep around 2 am. She slept so soundly that when Hanna cried for a bottle an hour later she never woke up, so Stiles took care of the baby so she could sleep. He knew she was still so exhausted, which he figured was a consequence of pushing a human being out of her body. Once he'd put Hanna in her bassinette he got in bed beside Malia, but his mind wouldn't let him rest. Before he knew it morning had come, and just thirty minutes ago he'd heard his dad drive up to the house, then open the front door and throw his keys on the kitchen table. Soon the smell of fresh brewed coffee wafted through the house and it was nearly enough to get him out of bed, but he didn't want to wake up Malia.

She was asleep right next him, her hands curled into fists against his back. Even though it was summer her hands were still cold. He thought about the nights all those months ago when she'd snuck into his room and done exactly this. In that moment he was suddenly hit with a realization and it was enough to make him queasy. He wouldn't only be losing Hanna. As soon as the baby was gone, Malia would be too. He'd lose them both.

Malia rolled away from him and Stiles used the opportunity to get out of bed. He went straight over to Hanna in her bassinette and put his ear close to her to be sure that she was breathing. She let out a noise, her eyes blinking sleepily. Stiles shushed her and rubbed her belly and she was asleep again within moments. With one last look at the two of them, he made his way to the kitchen.

His father was sitting at the kitchen table and nursing a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted. Stiles poured a cup for himself and joined him. At first they simply sat in silence and sipped their coffee. Then the Sheriff went on for a bit about all of the car accidents and firework mishaps that had taken up his entire night, but Stiles was too tired and morose to do anything but nod along to his stories.

"It doesn't look like you got much sleep either," The Sheriff said once he realized his kid was being unusually quiet. "Was Hanna still fussy?"

"No, she was fine."

"So what kept you up?"

Stiles had known he'd have to tell his dad they'd decided to give Hanna up. He'd even known it would be hard. But he hadn't expected the prospect of telling his dad to make it feel so final. "Malia and I talked last night."

"And? Did you make a decision?"

"Yeah," he said. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his voice steady. "We did."

"Do you want to tell me?" the Sheriff asked. He waited patiently even though he knew what the decision had to be just from Stiles's demeanor.

Stiles's hands were shaking so much he nearly dropped his coffee cup. He put it down but kept his eyes on it. He couldn't say what he was about to say and look his father in the eye. "We decided we shouldn't keep her." He expected his dad to say something, but when he didn't Stiles continued. "We just realized we aren't ready, you know? We weren't ready for a lot of things, and now we have this new thing we aren't ready for, and . . . Hanna deserves better than that."

"I see."

"So I figured we'd keep the appointment with the adoption agency today, to get the whole process started. But Derek is gonna help us find a couple so Hanna can hopefully grow up with people like her and there's less of a chance of her going through what Malia did."

". . . Okay."

"Okay?" Stiles repeated. He was finally able to look at his dad again, and his eyes narrowed as he tried to read his expression but the man was giving him nothing. "That's it?"

"I respect your decision." The Sheriff rose from his chair and went over to the coffee pot to refresh both of their cups.

Stiles stood up too, utterly perplexed by his dad's reaction. "I respect your decision? So you have nothing else to say? You don't have an opinion about this at all? I'm giving your granddaughter away and this is how you react?"

"Stiles, sit down," he said as he gently pushed Stiles back into his chair before sitting down in his own. He took a long sip of coffee. Stiles's eye practically twitched with impatience. When the Sheriff finally spoke again, he was still maddeningly calm. "You want my opinion?"

"Oh my God – YES! Today preferably."

The Sheriff sighed deeply. "First, I think I need to hear the reasons why you both decided to give her up."

So he did. He recounted everything he and Malia had talked about the night before, and the Sheriff nodded along with every point he made. Then Stiles added, "And there's something else. Malia and I didn't really talk about it, but there is a money issue too. I mean, we're already struggling as it is! Could we even afford to keep her?"

"You'd have to get a job," the Sheriff said matter-of-factly. "I'm glad you at least have some realistic expectations about what it's like to raise a child. Because you're right, those are all valid reasons why it might be best to give Hanna up. So if you know all of that and you've decided what to do, then what is it that you want from me?"

"I don't know. I guess I want you tell me if we're making a mistake."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?!"

"Stiles," he sighed again. "Only you know what you're capable of. If you feel that you aren't ready to raise a child, then I think you're doing the right thing. But if you want to keep her . . . you can do that too."

"No. No way."

"Listen to me, son," the Sheriff said, leaning in close with a very intense look on his face. "Yes. You. Can."

Stiles didn't understand it, but hearing those words was almost like a revelation. So simple and yet so effective. But Stiles being Stiles, he had to keep pushing for that 'no' because 'yes' was far too scary. "So you're telling me you actually think that I can take care of her. Me."

"I've always thought you were capable of doing anything, if it's something you really want."

"Okay we've established, probably falsely, that I might be able to do this. But you still aren't saying if I should –"

"You're still trying to get me to decide this for you, and I told you I won't do that." The Sheriff put his hand on Stiles's shoulder. "The first thing you need to know about being a parent is that no matter how old your kid gets, you'll still never know if you're making the right choices for them. Never. So is it good parenting to tell your 17 year old son to keep his baby? I don't know. I'm sure there are a lot of people who'd have strong opinions about it, but I can't worry about them. I have to do what's best for you, and I honestly feel like the best thing I can do for you is to let you decide what you want. And I think in your heart you already know what that is."

His heart. Scott had told Malia to listen to hers, but it felt as if his own heart was trying to escape from his chest, so that particular organ was of little use to him at the moment. The same with his head, as his mind was spinning so furiously he actually felt dizzy, though it was possible the cause of that was his shuddered breathing. So that only left his gut. It was still telling him to run but this time it was different. He no longer wanted to run away from Hanna and all of the responsibilities that came with her; he wanted to run away with her instead.

"Stiles, it's okay," he heard his father say to him, but his voice sounded so far away. Stiles realized that the decision they'd made the night before was no longer relevant. He was making his real decision in this moment.

"Dad, I tried," Stiles said desperately. "I really tried to give her up."

"I know you did."

"I've tried three times! At the clinic right after she was born, and again at the hospital, and last night too. I just can't do it. I know that person from the adoption agency will come over here today and the exact same thing will happen."

"I think you might be right."

Stiles realized his face was wet, whether it was from sweat or tears he wasn't sure. He ran a sleeve across his face and took in a deep breath. His decision was made, and if he was honest himself it had been made the first time he'd set eyes on his daughter. He'd just been too scared to admit it. His voice shook as he said, "I love her."

The Sheriff smiled. "That's been clear to me for a while now."

"That's so crazy. I mean, she's only a few days old and I already . . ."

"It happens that fast. I remember."

Father and son just sat there in the moment together, at least until Stiles's nervous energy brought him to his feet again. His legs were shaking but he felt good, happy even. "Oh wow, okay, so we're doing this. We're actually keeping her?"

"Yes, though I think you need to talk to Malia about it first."

How could he have let that little detail slip his mind? He'd been so elated by his new decision that he'd forgotten to take her reaction into consideration. Stiles knew he had damn good persuasive skills, but what if they weren't good enough to change her mind? "Dad, she's so sure she can't be a good mom. That she doesn't have anything to offer Hanna. What do I even say to her?"

"You've never needed my permission before today, and trust me there have been many times I'd wished you'd asked for it," the Sheriff chuckled. "But for once in your life you needed to hear me say yes, and maybe that's all she needs too."

"And if that's not enough?"

"Then I guess you have to respect her decision and decide if you can do this without her."

He wasn't sure if he could do it alone, but he certainly knew he didn't want to. He figured Hanna at least had a decent chance of turning out okay if they raised her together. "I have to go talk to her," Stiles said as he headed off to his room, but the Sheriff stopped him.

"Wait a minute. I just want you to know that we all have some very long and serious talks ahead of us if this is going to happen."

That was the reaction Stiles had been expecting from his dad all along, so it wasn't all that surprising. It was almost comforting really. "I know," was all he said before racing off to his bedroom. He didn't want to wait another moment to tell her. As soon as he got there he called for Malia, but she was no longer in his bed. Unbothered, he figured she must be in the bathroom so he checked there next but it was empty. He quickly checked his father's bedroom and the guest room. No Malia.

Stiles looked for her in the living room and when he saw she wasn't there, he returned to the kitchen in full panic mode. His dad was still sitting at the table. "Malia's gone."

The Sheriff was on his feet in an instant. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! I've looked through the whole house!"

"Check again. I'll look outside."

"I told you, I already –"

"Just do it," he insisted, and he was out the door.

Stiles went back to his room, pulling at his hair and spinning around as if she would somehow materialize in front of him if he just hoped for it hard enough. She couldn't go, not now. Not before he got the chance to tell her he'd changed his mind.

"Malia?" he tried again. No answer. He stuck his head out of the open window, but all he saw was his dad standing in the driveway, glancing up and down the street. Convinced she was long gone, Stiles grabbed his cell phone to call Scott. They couldn't let her get away again. While he searched for Scott's name in his contacts, he went over to the bassinette to check on Hanna, but it was empty. Hanna was gone too. His phone fell out of his hand and onto the floor. "Oh god, no, no, no. Malia! Hanna?"

Stiles didn't know why Malia had taken her, but he knew she couldn't get very far with a baby. He needed Scott, and as he bent down to get his phone he noticed that his closet door was slightly ajar. Small and dark, he thought to himself. Like a coyote den. He crept closer and slowly opened the door, and there they were. Malia was sitting on the floor with Hanna held snuggly against her chest. She glanced up at him with big, wet eyes.

"Stay there. Don't move," Stiles told her, his pent up breath whooshing out in relief. He went back to the window and yelled down to his dad, "It's okay, they're both here! I've got them."

"Both?! Was Hanna missing?!"

"What? No, she was . . ." he trailed off, panicking slightly at his mistake. His dad might rethink letting him keep her if he realized he'd already managed to lose her. "They're fine!"

At least Hanna was fine. She was asleep. Malia, on the other hand, he wasn't so sure about. He quickly shut the window and went back to them. After he opened the closet door wider to let some light in, he sat on the floor in front of her, moving slowly so as not to spook her. Malia's whole body shook uncontrollably and she couldn't seem to meet his eyes.

"You've really got to stop doing that."

She didn't respond. It was as if he hadn't said anything at all. Stiles tried to reach for Hanna, but Malia retreated farther into the closet and held the baby even closer. Hanna made a little noise, like Malia might be holding her too tight.

"I'm not trying to take her away from you." He closed the distance she'd put between them and simply put his hand on Hanna's back, feeling it go up and down with every breath. "Malia, what are you doing in here?"

"I . . . I don't know."

He thought he knew what caused her reaction. "Did you hear me and my dad talking earlier?"

"I wasn't paying attention," she said, and he believed her. There was something slightly off about her, but he wasn't quite sure what it was until she suddenly became agitated. "Are they here?" she demanded. "Are they taking her away?"

"No, I told you it wouldn't be today."

She didn't hear him. Her breathing became even more labored, and she started rocking back and forth. "They can't take her today! She's not ready yet."

Stiles took hold of her shoulders and made her look him in the eye. "Malia, listen to me. You're having a panic attack. You have to breathe. Nobody is here to take her away, I promise."

Malia took some convincing, but after a few minutes her breathing finally slowed. Once she calmed down, she actually felt kind of embarrassed, but mostly she felt scared. She didn't like the feeling of those uncontrollable thoughts taking over her mind and confusing her. Hanna started crying then, and it pulled Malia out of her dazed state. Sure she'd done something to her baby, she held Hanna out to Stiles. "Here, take her," she said urgently. "Stiles, take her from me, please!"

Wanting to avoid another panic attack, Stiles quickly grabbed Hanna from Malia and bounced her lightly until she stopped crying. With that baby girl looking up at him like that, he felt even more at peace with his decision. He could only hope that Malia would feel the same.

Malia leaned in close, within inches of Hanna's face. "Is she okay?" she asked nervously.

"She's fine." When she didn't seem convinced, Stiles added, "I think she could tell you were getting upset."

"I don't know what happened!" Malia exclaimed. She so desperately wanted to express her feelings into words, but she just didn't know how since she hardly understood them herself. "I barely even remember grabbing her and hiding in here. I just remember being scared that something would happen to her."

"Well, that's the thing about panic attacks. They don't always make sense."

"How did you know it was a panic attack?"

Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "Have you met me? I'm like the human embodiment of anxiety. And considering I had my own panic attack like ten minutes ago, it wasn't that hard to spot."

"When? Oh, you mean . . . I didn't mean to make you think I ran away again –"

"Oh no, that's not what I – well actually that too, but I was talking to my dad earlier and it kind of brought one on."

Malia searched her hazy memory and remembered this was the second time he mentioned a conversation with his dad in a matter of minutes. He might have even seemed relieved when she'd said she hadn't overheard it, but maybe in her panicked state she'd imagined that. "Why? Did . . . did you tell him we aren't keeping her? How did he take it?"

"Actually," Stiles started, but then he became very aware that they were still sitting in his closet, and it just didn't seem like the place for such a serious conversation. "Can we maybe not do this in here?"

"But I like it in here."

"Okay, sure, why not?" he said, taking in a deep breath and blowing it out slowly in an effort to calm his nerves. His heart was racing again so he looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms, hoping it would give him some resolve. "I told my dad we decided to give her up and he said he supported whatever we thought was best. But the more we talked, the more I realized that . . . I don't think I can go through with it. I don't want to give her up."

Malia truly didn't understand. ". . . But we decided. Last night, we talked about it and we said –"

"I know what we said. I changed my mind."

"What about all of those reasons you gave me, aren't they still true?"

"Of course they are. I guess I just don't care."

"Well maybe I do!" Anger certainly wasn't a foreign emotion for her, but she was surprised by how swiftly the feeling came. When she tried to stand, she nearly hit her head on a shelf. He was blocking the exit so she glowered at him. "Move."

"No." Her anger had surprised him too, but he wasn't going to budge. Not until she heard him out and he understood why this was upsetting her. "You wanted to talk in here, so we're talking in here."

Malia huffed and sat down again. She wouldn't push him aside and risk jostling Hanna. "You can't do that! You can't just change your mind without even talking to me about it –"

"So let's talk about it now. I want her here with us. Don't you want that too?"

"Of course! Of course I do," she sobbed. "But that doesn't mean that we should –"

Just minutes ago he'd been wondering the exact same thing, but he no longer thought about his decision that way. Whether he should or shouldn't try being a father felt irrelevant to him now because in his mind he already was one. So shouldn't they try to be the best parents they could be and hope that was good enough? "Well I think we should."

"Stiles," she sighed. His sudden change of heart was really throwing her for a loop. "I don't want to give her up, but I still feel the same as I did last night. I don't think we're ready. And what about our plans?"

"We'll make new plans." At that moment he remembered that her plans were to be a coyote again, and suddenly he wasn't just fighting to keep Hanna. He was fighting to keep them both. His feelings for her were complicated at best, but at the very least he knew that he didn't want her to disappear again. "After Hanna's gone, what are you gonna to do? Go back to the woods?"

"Maybe. I don't know . . ."

"Well I do know, and that's exactly what's going to happen. If we give her up, I'll get to go away to school and I'll just be a guy who was a father for a week. And you'll go back into the woods and I – we'll never see you again. You'll forget about being human and about all of us too. But no matter how far you run, you won't be able to forget Hanna."

"I don't want to forget her!"

"Don't you?" He knew it probably wasn't the right way to approach the subject with her, but his emotions weren't letting him go about it rationally. "Isn't that what being a coyote again has been all about? Back in that bathroom at Eichen House, you told me you didn't want to face your father. You didn't want to deal with what happened to your family. Now it's months later and nothing's changed!"

"Stiles –" she warned, her eyes flashing blue.

"We never should've let you go back."

"What do you mean let me?!"

Okay, he thought, that was maybe a step too far. "What I mean is that we should've tried harder to get you to stay. Look, I get that I sound like the biggest hypocrite on the planet right now considering how I don't like to deal with my problems either. But you leaving didn't help anything. It just made everything crazier."

"Because I got pregnant," she said as she watched Hanna sleep peacefully in Stiles's arms despite their raised voices.

"Yeah, you did. Being a coyote didn't help the first time or the second time, and I really don't think it'll help the third time. Giving her up will just give you another reason to hide from even more pain, but Hanna shouldn't be that. She should be the reason you stay."

And just like that, she was crying again. If she was being completely honest with herself, she was so tired of running. The only problem was that she wasn't sure if she knew how to stop. "I'm still screwed up," she reminded him bluntly.

"And you think I'm a picture of mental health?"

"Maybe not. But you're not like me."

He knew she had a point. She had far more factors against her than he did, which was why he felt he needed to step up so they could keep Hanna. And he was more than willing to do that. "We'll figure it out."

"But what if we can't!" she cried. "What if we try and we aren't any good at this? Do we give her up then? I can't keep doing this back and forth, keeping her one day and giving her up the next. I can't take it."

"I won't change my mind again."

"Stiles –"

"Malia, I mean it."

He was deadly serious. She saw it in his expression, heard it in his voice. But no matter how sure he was, she was still terrified. "But nothing's changed. We're still 17. You're still in high school and I've never made it to junior high. It takes a lot to have a baby, and we don't have anything. I don't have anything."

"And that's why she'll live here with me." He wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, if it was too much too fast, but he would do anything to show her how committed he was to keeping Hanna. "I'm just saying, here she'd have her own room and my dad wants to help us. And you can stay here too until you figure things out. We can make it work."

It was then that she realized Stiles was keeping her no matter what. She wondered if he even needed her at all. "You're gonna do it no matter what I say, aren't you?"

"I just can't her let go." When she visibly softened at his words, he figured that was a good sign and kept going. "Look, I'm not trying to bully you into doing something you don't want to do. You can be as involved as much or as little as you want, but I know you want to keep her just as much as I do. You just think that we can't, but we can."

She wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe it so badly. Malia reached out for Hanna and Stiles wordlessly passed the baby to her. Malia cuddled her close and her eyes filled with tears. "I want her to be Hanna and no one else. And I don't want her to be scared or confused about what she is. I don't want her to end up like me."

"We won't let that happen if she stays with us."

"Okay," Malia finally agreed, and it felt as if a weight had been lifted. Whether they were crazy to do this she didn't know, but she wanted to trust him. She wanted him to be right. Hanna stretched in her sleep, and Malia planted a soft kiss on her head. "Let's do it."

"Are you serious?" Stiles asked excitedly. Had he actually done it? When her answer was simply a warm smile in his direction, he pumped his fist and shouted, "Yes!" before quickly covering his mouth, but Hanna still slept soundly.

It was her turn to ask. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He hadn't felt surer of anything in a long time. He wasn't totally naïve, of course. He knew it would be hard, but at the moment he couldn't care less about that. "Yes, I want to do this. I just want us to be together. Uh, and by that I mean the three of us, you know? I want Hanna to have her mom and her dad."

"I do too."

Stiles couldn't believe it. They were actually keeping Hanna. He suddenly felt nervous, but for the first time it was the good kind nervous. He stood up and held out his hand to help her up. "I guess we should go tell my dad."

"Five more minutes. I want to stay here a little bit longer."

And it was right there, in his dark, cramped closet that the three of them became a family. A very unconventional type of family, but it was a family just the same.

The rest of the day was a blur of congratulations and hugging and Hanna being fawned over. After telling the Sheriff they'd changed their minds, the next step was to cancel the meeting with the adoption agency. That made it feel truly final. Then Stiles immediately called Scott and then Lydia to tell them the news. He knew he could trust them to pass it on to the others.

Scott was the first to arrive, and he pulled him into a hug so tight Stiles was sure his spine would snap. "Oh god Scott, don't take Hanna down to one parent already."

"Sorry," Scott laughed. The guy was practically giddy. "I'm just so glad you changed your mind. Hanna's a part of this pack, and we'll all help out with her."

"Thanks buddy." Stiles put his arm around Scott and led him over to Malia and Hanna. "Speaking of help, I'm gonna need you to commit to babysitting at least once a week."

"I can do that."

Lydia arrived just minutes after Scott. She hugged Stiles too, and as she pulled away she tried to blink back the happy tears. She said in a wobbly, playful voice, "See, that wasn't so hard. I knew you two would work it out."

Stiles had already thought of a few ways to respond to that, but instead he decided to go with sincerity. Maybe Hanna was already making him soft. "Thanks Lydia. For everything. Without you and Scott there those first few days, I don't think I would've ever made it here."

"Oh, you would've figured it out. But you're welcome."

It didn't take long for everyone else to show up, and the house felt as full and comforting as it had the day before, leading Stiles to affectionately refer to it as Fourth of July: Part 2. Both Kira and Isaac took the opportunity to hold Hanna again, this time with much more pleasant results. Derek actually smiled at Stiles, who was so bewildered by the look of pride on Derek's face that he had to turn around to be sure no one was standing behind him. Melissa did her daily check-up, and even Deaton stopped by for a moment to check up on the baby girl he'd delivered. Even though Malia was hardly the hugging type, she made an exception for him. They owed the man so much.

Their first official day of parenthood flew by with relative ease but things wouldn't always be that easy. Every day wouldn't be a celebration, nor would the house always be filled to the brim with the people they cared about. In fact, the next few days and weeks and months would prove to be harder than they ever could've imagined. But in the end it would all be worth it to be with their daughter, and thankfully the good moments would far outweigh the difficult ones.

That night, after all of their friends finally left, it was just the two of them there to take care of Hanna. Together they bathed her, fed her, and put her to bed. Malia sat on the floor and peered over the side of the bassinette with wide eyes. "I still can't believe that she's ours."

"Neither can I." Stiles reached for the little hand that had escaped from his poor attempt at swaddling. He supposed he needed more practice. Her fingers flexed and then gripped his finger tight. He couldn't get over how such a simple thing could make his heart swell.

Stiles knew what it was to feel love. He loved many people in his life in different ways. He loved his father. He loved Scott like a brother. There was the romantic love he'd once felt for Lydia that had since turned to something else, and similar feelings that were now possibly starting to grow for Malia. But the love he felt for his daughter was incomparable. This love was bright and new, beautiful yet terrifying in its intensity. This love was all-encompassing.

A/N: Finally, you get an ending. Thanks to everyone who's still been reading and reviewing after all this time. Let me know if you liked it?

I always intended to keep going with this story, at least back when I thought I'd have it finished within six months. I've had so much planned for years now, first with a group of one-shots and then hopefully a sequel, but now I don't know how realistic that is. I'm just not as invested in Teen Wolf as I used to be when I started this. And is there even any interest? I'd like to try and keep going if there is, but either way, thanks again.