Mischief Mondays Chapter 7: Stalion - The Scent of Mine, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Scent of Mine – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m, Good Alpha Pack, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, True Mates, Spark Stiles, hurt/comfort, m/f

Main Pairing: Deucalion/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Ennis/Kali

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Deucalion Blackwood, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kali, Ennis

Summary: When the Alpha Pack comes to Beacon Hills, they have a plan. That plan gets derailed when the twins capture two Hale betas covered in a scent Deucalion identifies as his True Mate.

The Scent of Mine

Mischief Mondays Series

Deucalion was familiarizing himself with their temporary den, the apartment they'd rented in Beacon Hills. His eyes glowed red as he took everything in, as much as his wolf allowed, while counting his steps, measuring the size, memorizing it all. He could hear Ennis in the kitchen, preparing lunch, Kali hitting the punching bag in the training room they'd put up. The twins were out, scouting the preserve, maybe finding something useful for them.

Beacon Hills was… loaded with history. Deucalion held so much resentment for this place. The betrayal and loss that had happened here, not just his own personal loss – his sight, his pack, his hope. No, loss that went beyond his own. The loss of the Hale Pack. The Hale Pack used to be grand, powerful, well-respected. And then it got practically erased. News of a new Hale Alpha had reached him and Deucalion was overcome with want. One of the few surviving Hales? He didn't know which one was the current Alpha, one of Talia's children, and he wanted them in his pack.

"Guess what we found," Aiden announced as the door opened loudly.

Deucalion scowled at the boy. Teenagers were so exhausting, sometimes he wondered why he put up with them. But then he remembered the fondness he had for them, the sense of family that came with them. Though he tried not to admit this aloud, the five of them were all aware of it. They were each other's third chance at a family, after their families and first pack had been… lost.

Aiden and Ethan entered, but there were more footsteps than just theirs. Four people total. Deucalion furrowed his brows and turned toward them. He could hear Ennis and Kali join them.

"I'm not fond of guessing," Deucalion stated plainly.

"They brought home strays," Ennis commented amused. "Two betas."

"Hale Pack betas," Ethan corrected. "Found them in the preserve, wandering around. We figured they might be good… incentives for the Alpha to join us."

A dark snarl and a soft sob. His frown deepened as Deucalion slowly stepped up to them to inspect their new guests. His eyes flashed red to get an overall idea of them, his nostrils flaring to catalog their scent. As soon as their scents hit him, he froze and growled, deep and dark.

"Deuc?" Ennis asked, carefully.

He could feel his pack tense and heard the two betas whine. Deucalion stalked forward, until he stood right in front of them. The growl became a steady vibrating sound as Deucalion's senses were overcome by that scent. It was neither of them. He'd thought, for a moment, that it came from one of them, but standing this close, he could tell. They were covered in it, but it wasn't them.

"Who," Deucalion growled out. "Where you with, before they found you?"

Neither of the betas answered, which was a little impressive. Usually, the Demon Wolf's aura alone intimidated other wolves – especially betas – into submission. As he inhaled deeply, he also noticed the other scent. It was even stronger, but it wasn't as important as the one that overwhelmed him.

"Argent," Deucalion snarled. "Why do you two smell like Gerard Argent?"

Both betas made distressed noises at the name. Deucalion's pack growled lowly.

"They're badly beaten up," Kali commented matter-of-factly. "Bruised, battered, exhausted."

"Gerard had you, hurt you?" Deucalion guessed then. "Who is the other? The other person with whose scent you are covered? Were they with you? Did Gerard harm them too?"

The way the betas tensed was answer enough. A vicious growl ripped from his throat, eyes glowing the most vengeful Alpha red possible as his claws extended, ready to sink into his enemy.

"Deuc?" Ennis' voice was careful. "What's going on?"

"He has my mate," Deucalion forced the words out between his fangs. "Gerard has my mate."

Shocked and surprised noises sounded around him, but he couldn't focus on them. All he could focus on was that scent, honeyed and sweet but sharp and electrifying like lighting during a storm and with just a hint of dried ink on paper, like old books filled with wisdom. It was the most perfect scent Deucalion could imagine and instinctively, even without knowing the person it belonged to, Deucalion knew this was the scent of his mate. And Gerard Argent had them.

"Okay, kids," Ennis stepped up to the betas. "Let's very quickly get you two patched up some and then you two are gonna show us exactly where you came from before the twins found you, so we can kill Gerard Argent and get whoever you were with out of there too. We can protect them, and you. But you gotta work with us here, yeah?"

Deucalion had no patience for this, he needed to rip Gerard to shreds and then find and claim his mate. Kali took him by the arm, trying to sooth him. He didn't want to wait, but the betas were harmed, they were less likely to cooperate if they were just dragged along now. Grinding his teeth, Deucalion waited as the twins headed toward the bathroom with the betas.

The boy spoke up, sounding wary. "Why? Why are you helping us"

"Because whoever you were with is our Alpha's mate," Ennis answered cheerfully.

The girl made a curious and confused noise. "...Mate?"

Oh, Deucalion had absolutely no patience for this. He growled lowly to himself.

"You two don't know about mates?" Ethan asked stunned. "What kind of wolves are you?"

"Bitten ones," the boy growled back. "We've only been wolves for like two months."

That did give Deucalion just a little pause. They were pups. Sighing, he rubbed his face.

"Werewolves have mates," Ennis offered. "True Mates. Like soulmates. When we see them or smell them for the first time, we know. You get this sense of being complete, of finding your equal, your match, the person you know will make you the happiest, the person you know you'll do anything to make the happiest. And you just… know…"

Ennis' voice dripped with awe and admiration, colored by his feelings for Kali. Deucalion tilted his head at the soft, curious noises that both betas made, the way their own scents – so far laced with fear, pain and confusion – softened to something more warm. Ah. So young, but they already found their mate. With each other. Lucky young ones. Deucalion had waited so long to find his, had at one point started believing that maybe he didn't have a mate. The Demon Wolf had no match. It appeared he was wrong and he had never been happier to be wrong.

"Stiles talked about that before," the girl whispered to her mate. "Said that Scott and Allison are mates, that he couldn't hurt her, not even during his first full moon."

Another young, freshly turned wolf? What was this new Hale Pack, exactly? Deucalion could feel Kali next to him tense, most likely having a similar thought process as him. This was a mess.

"Wolves can't harm their mates," Ennis added after a beat. "We physically can't. It goes against our wolf, not even being feral would override that. We're meant to protect our mates."

"So you won't hurt Stiles? Can't hurt Stiles?"

Stiles. Deucalion's snapped over toward the betas' voices as he was supplied with a name. And hadn't she said it just before? That Stiles had told them about mates? He stepped toward the girl.

"No, I will never hurt my mate," Deucalion spoke in an even and calm voice, trying to reassure the betas, hoping it will get him more information about his mate. "They're mine to protect."

"He," she supplied after a moment. "Stiles is… he's… You can protect him?"

Deucalion's pack around them chuckled amused, confusing the betas. "I'm the Demon Wolf. I am the apex of apex predators. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can keep me from protecting what's mine."

The boy snorted, to Deucalion's surprise, before he paused. "Sorry, I didn't… You're very scary. It's just… Demon Wolf, that sounds like something Stiles would say."

"Yeah," the girl giggled. "It totally does. He always calls Derek Sourwolf."

Derek. So Talia's middle child was here. Was he the Alpha, or a beta? He was supposed to become Laura's Right Hand one day, in a world where Talia would have stepped down from being Alpha at an old age and passed the Alpha spark down to his oldest. The younger sister, Cora, was supposed to succeed Peter as Left Hand. That was the Hale Pack that should be.

"Okay, you're all good. Your injuries will heal, it'll take longer than normal, I assume Gerard used electricity on you, it always takes betas a little longer to recover from that," Ennis explained. "And now we go and get Stiles, mh?"

Deucalion took a deep, relieved breath as Kali took his arm to lead him out of the apartment, the other wolves all following, including the betas. No protests. That was a good sign.

"So you guys are… pack, with Stiles?" Ethan asked, ever so subtly.

"Mh," the girl made a soft, thoughtful noise. "Yes. But no. But yes?"

Well, that was an incredibly helpful answer. Deucalion scowled, earning a chuckle from Kali.

"We're being so rude," Aiden sounded like he was grinning. "Hi. I'm Aiden, my brother Ethan. These are Ennis and Kali. And your Stiles' mate here is our Alpha Deucalion."

Ah yes, perhaps being friendly would make them open up some. Bless the twins for being able to put on some charm while Deucalion's mind was focused on murder and vengeance.

"Erica," the girl said after a moment. "And this is Boyd."

"Care to elaborate on what yes but no but yes means in regards to pack, Erica?" Ennis asked.

"We left," Boyd answered reluctantly. "The pack. We left the pack. But then the Argents caught us. And they… they took Stiles too. We didn't…"

"We left because Derek sucks as an Alpha," Erica sounded like she was scowling and Deucalion felt a strange sense of fondness for the girl's spirit. "But we didn't leave to leave Stiles. So I don't know. I don't really know how this whole pack thing works. Derek's not pack. But Stiles is."

They finally reached their cars, two large, black SUVs. With a motion did Deucalion convey to his pack how he wanted them split up. Kali let go of him to take one SUV with the twins, while Ennis got behind the wheel in the other one after herding the two betas into the back. Ennis seemed good at making them talk, Deucalion wanted them to keep talking. He settled into the passenger seat.

"If you are pack to my mate, you are under my protection," Deucalion declared. "I will not let harm come to my mate and losing pack is… harm. You are safe and you will be protected."

"If," Boyd repeated tensely.

"Mh. If not, then I do not care," Deucalion admitted honestly. "All I care about right now is finding my mate and making sure that he's safe. What happened?"

"Allison shot us," Erica answered. "A lot. Like, a scary amount of arrows, like she was enjoying it, the little bitch. Her dad had to stop her, I'm pretty sure she would have killed us otherwise. Her grandpa is the biggest piece of work though, he… what he…"

She took a shuddering breath, the scent of fear and panic taking over. Deucalion heaved a sigh. Perhaps he cared a little. Two pups, harmed by Gerard Argent. It was the one combination that could make him weak, especially with them covered in his mate's scent. They were his now. He wasn't sure how, considering the Alpha Pack didn't include betas, but if his mate cared about those two at all, then they would be his now. Anything to make his mate stay with their pack and if these two betas who had turned their backs on their Alpha but not on Deucalion's mate had that same kind of loyalty from his mate? He would make space for them. Anything for his mate.

"They wanted to find Derek," Boyd said after a moment of comforting his mate.

"So, Gerard Argent tortured you to get the location of an Alpha you left?" Ennis summed up.

"We didn't tell him anything," Erica snarled, hackles raised. "We wouldn't."

"Why not? If you left him. If he sucked so badly as an Alpha?" Ennis asked curiously.

"That… That doesn't matter," Erica sounded conflicted. "Just because he sucks as an Alpha doesn't mean I want to see him dead. And this crazy family would have killed him."

"They didn't capture Stiles to get Derek," Boyd added, sounding careful. "Gerard, he said that Stiles was a message to Scott. He hurt us to get us to talk, but he hurt Stiles to send a message."

"Who," Deucalion's voice was barely contained rage. "Is Scott?"

"Stiles' best friend," Erica answered softly. "And Allison Argent's mate."

She'd said that before. But now, he had more context to that. Argent. A wolf, the True Mate of an Argent? What a twisted fate. Of course would Gerard hate that, would want to stop that. And Deucalion's mate had gotten in the middle of that? A snarl formed on his face.

"Here's what's going to happen next, pups," Ennis spoke calmly. "You will direct me through this hell town exactly to where the Argents live. We're going to kill Gerard. We're going to get Stiles. And then we'll bring all three of you back to our apartment so you can heal, for now, okay?"

"That's gonna take a while," Boyd muttered.

"Electricity slows healing down, but you should feel much better by tomorrow," Ennis said.

"No," Erica sighed. "Not us. Stiles. He's human. And Gerard broke at least something. I could hear the bones snapping when he kicked-"

Erica stopped speaking the moment an inhuman, feral growl ripped from Deucalion's chest. His mate was human? And Gerard still took him, tortured him? What if it was too much? What if Deucalion was going to lose his mate before ever getting the chance to meet him? His claws sank into the car-seat as he fought his wolf's need to rip the door open and run out there, his rational brain knowing that he needed the betas' directions, that staying with his pack was wiser and would also be safer for his mate, once he found him. Gerard's death was going to be slow and painful.

/break\

Stiles sat leaning against the wheel of his Jeep, his legs drawn up against his chest and his arms wrapped around his knees. He just needed a moment, just a moment. Everyone else had already left, he was all alone in the empty, abandoned warehouse. Only a moment, to gather his thoughts and breath, and then he'd leave too. Scott had trailed after Allison, Jackson and Lydia had left together, the remains of the Hale Pack had headed out too, leaving only Stiles, alone, in the warehouse. Gerard had left too, gotten away somehow. Stiles needed just a moment to get his shit together and then he had things to do. Track down Gerard, before the man could leave town. He had to return to the Argent house himself too, he needed to get Boyd and Erica out of that basement, they were still there, all alone, probably still getting tortured. He had to get up. Enough wallowing in self-pity.

With a shaky breath did Stiles push off the ground, wincing as the movement tugged on his ribs. Bruised, at least. Maybe broken. Okay, after getting Boyd and Erica out and then tracking down Gerard, Stiles should really go to the hospital and get an x-ray.

"Stiles!" "Batman!"

Blinking sluggishly, Stiles looked up at the two shouts and stared at Erica and Boyd running up to him. Within the next blink, he was wrapped up in twin hugs, so tight it hurt his ribs and yet he pulled them even closer, clinging onto them with despair. They were out, they were alive.

"You're alright," Stiles gasped out, relief flooding his system. "You're alright. How are you alright. How are you out. I was on my way – I swear, I was just, I wanted to come back for you, I-"

"It's okay," Erica buried her face in his neck. "Someone got us out."

"Who?" Stiles frowned, pushing off them just a little. "Derek?"

"No," Boyd huffed. "It… It was someone else, we want you to meet them. They want to meet you. We came here to get you, make sure you're alright."

"Oh, I'm peachy, big guy," Stiles snorted. "Who are these people who got you out?"

"A pack," Erica bounced on her heels. "Come. They'll take you somewhere safe."

A pack? Stiles' frown deepened some. He knew Erica and Boyd had left the pack, were looking for a new pack, they'd said so when the three had a moment to talk in the basement, while Gerard had been busy with something else upstairs. But that they found a new pack this quickly? There was a heavy, awful feeling in his stomach at the thought of them leaving with a new pack…

"Come on," Boyd whispered gently, wrapping an arm around Stiles' waist to steady him.

Taking a shuddering breath, Stiles let himself be dragged toward the doorway. Once outside, he saw two SUVs and five people in front of them. One stood on front of the others, but two of them were clearly subtly trying to hold him back. The one in the front was a tall, handsome man with pale, blonde hair, distinguished features, wearing big, black sunglasses. For some reason, Stiles couldn't look past him, couldn't look at the other four people, only at him. He blinked slowly, drinking in the sight even while Erica and Boyd guided him closer to the group.

"Who are you?" Stiles asked, not looking away from the man.

"I'm Deucalion," the man smiled, charming and handsome, before pausing. "I'm…"

He trailed off, like he wasn't sure what to say, how to explain himself to Stiles. Like it was complicated and big and might scare Stiles off. Stiles tilted his head curiously, because for some reason, he understood all of that simply from the look on Deucalion's face.

And he also knew the word that Deucalion was missing. "Mine."

The man stilled, and so did the others around them. Stiles twisted out of Boyd's hold and came to stand directly in front of Deucalion, close enough that he could feel the wolf's body-heat. It was like he could feel the man's heartbeat, though he wasn't sure how that could be possible.

"Yes," Deucalion sound, voice filled with wonder. "How did you know that? The betas said you're human and you don't smell like wolf. You smell wonderful, you smell like mine, but not wolf."

Deucalion lifted a hand, hovering it just in front of Stiles' face, like he was hesitant. Without thinking of it, Stiles bridged the last bit, leaning into that hand, nuzzling his cheek into it. His eyelids fluttered shut and he took a deep breath, the deepest all night, like something eased in him.

"I don't know," Stiles whispered, confused. "I can just… feel it. Feel you. Like you're… a part of me that's been missing. It… feels right. You're mine."

"I am," Deucalion sounded proud and in awe. "And you are mine. You're my mate."

Oh. That explained it. Stiles blinked, tilting his head to look at the wolf. His mate. He was a werewolf's True Mate. He hadn't expected it to feel that way. He rested one hand on his own chest and the other on Deucalion's, feeling the man's steady heartbeat. Just one more moment of breathing in the man's cologne and enjoying the soothing feeling of his mate's skin on his.

"Okay," Stiles whispered, taking a deep breath. "Okay. So, mate, I have some business to take care of. We can do all the talking after, right? I just need to find someone first."

"If that someone is Gerard Argent, then we'd love to be of assistance, darling."

Stiles liked the razor-sharp smile, the dangerous edge to his mate's expression, and the pet-name made Stiles feel all kinds of warm. He made a curious noise, still nuzzling into Deucalion's palm.

"Hi, I'm Ennis," big, burly guy stepped forward, grinning at him. "I'm Deuc's Right Hand. I'll be driving the three of you to our den, so I can check out your injuries and the three of you will be safe, while the rest of our pack are going to track down Gerard and kill him."

"Deuc's Right Hand?" Stiles whispered, looking from Ennis to Deucalion. "You're an Alpha."

"We're all Alphas," the woman next to Ennis said.

On cue did they all flash their eyes red and holy shit. Stiles stared startled at his mate's red eyes.

"Okay, didn't know that was a thing," Stiles muttered. "But even then, if he's the Right Hand, that means that even in a pack of Alphas – a pack of Alphas – you have an Alpha-Alpha. You."

"Yes," Deucalion smirked, looking very pleased with himself. "I'm the Alpha of Alphas."

"No, I think Alpha-Alpha is gonna stick from now on," one of the twins snickered.

Shaking his head, Stiles tried to focus. "Okay, so, Alpha of Alphas, here's the thing: I don't get benched, not when it comes to the supernatural. Gerard took me and Boyd and Erica and I'm going to make sure he regrets it, in a way I couldn't earlier, because I was stupid and got myself electrocuted when I tried to take Erica and Boyd down."

"Again, the bit where you guys claimed he's human? Becoming less and less believable."

Stiles turned to look at the other twin. "If you don't want me to call you guys Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, I will need you to actually introduce yourselves."

"Pardon me, darling," Deucalion chuckled while the twins made indignant noises. "My Right Hand, his mate and my Left Hand Kali and these are Aiden and Ethan."

Stiles hummed pleased, nodding. He could feel the mate-bond. Humans couldn't. He wasn't human. Had known that for a couple weeks now but kind of ignored it.

"So I'm not human but I have been too busy to deal with that," Stiles announced. "Now that we got rid of the kanima and once we kill Gerard Argent, I can throw myself into researching whatever the fuck a Spark is, but for now – killing Gerard Argent."

There were gasps and growls and Deucalion was catching his wrist in a firm but not painful grasp, stopping him from turning back toward his Jeep. The Alpha of Alphas looked shocked, to put it mildly. So did the rest of the Alpha Pack. Okay. What had he just said to cause that reaction?

"A Spark?" Deucalion whispered. "Did you just say you're a Spark, my darling?"

"Uhm… Yeah?" Stiles tilted his head. "So, judging by the intense reaction there, that's… not just a random small thing and also you can actually provide me with an explanation?"

"A Spark," Ennis snorted out a laugh. "Figures. Who'd be a match for the Demon Wolf? A Spark."

"Demon Wolf?" Stiles repeated, turning slowly toward Deucalion. "Yeah, I'll so need confirmation on whether that's just a fancy nickname or if you're an actual demon."

It got him a laugh from his mate and Stiles found himself enjoying the sound, like it warmed his own soul. "It's a nickname, darling. No worries. You, on the other hand… you are a rare marvel."

"Ri—ight," Stiles nodded slowly. "Again, kind of on a time crunch here, would like to take care of Gerard before he leaves town, so, like, pinning that conversation for later too, yes?"

Deucalion hummed his agreement and gently took Stiles' arm. "You heard my mate, we're in a hurry. And I agree with that. I'd hate for Gerard to hide away once more. He will not escape me again. I'll make his death painful and cruel."

"And permanent," Stiles piped up. "Gotta make it permanent. I just witnessed the miraculous resurrection of Peter Hale after I helped put him in the ground a couple months ago, so I would really love for that to not happen with Gerard. Permanent."

"...Another conversation to be pinned for later?" Deucalion suggested curiously.

"Good idea," Stiles paused. "My car is still in the warehouse."

One of the twins stepped up to him. "Give me the keys, I'll drive. You… don't look like you should be driving and Deuc isn't going to let you out of touching range any time soon."

Stiles stared at him for only a moment, but for some reason, he felt a level of trust toward these strangers. His mate's pack. Probably the mate-bond overlapping with Deucalion's pack-bonds. Nodding, Stiles handed over the keys and then went into the back of one of the SUVs.

/break\

Stiles stared, fully mesmerized, not tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him, even as he gently patted Erica's back to sooth her while she was throwing up. Boyd stood on her other side, supporting his mate gently. Stiles' mate on the other hand was bent over Gerard's body, mutilated as it was with more bones broken than intact at this point, blood dripping from his hand where Deucalion was holding Gerard's heart between his claws.

"How can you watch this?" Erica rasped. "Derek said you're queasy about blood."

Ye—ep," Stiles nodded, not looking away from his mate. "Turns out maybe I'm just queasy when it's my own blood, or my pack's blood. Blood of my enemies? Not really bothering me. Heck. This is kinda the hottest thing I've ever seen, I mean my literal soulmate just ripped the still-beating heart out of the man who tortured me. That's. Fuck, that's hot."

The rest of the Alpha Pack around them chuckled at his words, but honestly Stiles couldn't find it in himself to care. Gerard was dead and Deucalion had killed him – killed him for blinding Deucalion and killing Deucalion's pack, and hurting Deucalion's mate, those had been his words when he'd torn open Gerard's chest. Giving Erica a gentle shove into Boyd's direction, Stiles walked over to Deucalion. He reached up and gently cupped Deucalion's face with both hands.

"Will you accept this as a first courting gift, dearest?" Deucalion asked, holding up the heart.

"You know," Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "That's… setting a pretty high standard for all future courting gifts, Demon Wolf. I'm curious to see you live up to that."

Tilting his head, Stiles impulsively leaned forward and kissed Deucalion. Brief but intense. He could feel the kiss reverberate through his entire being, through his soul. Stiles gasped out at the intense feeling and the gasp got louder when he saw the way his hands sparked. Literally giving off sparks like a bonfire or something. He quickly tried to pull his hands away from Deucalion, but the Alpha was quicker to grab his wrists and gently bring his hands up in front of Deucalion's face. Alpha red eyes stared at the sparks in awe. There were curious murmurs around them.

"You're taking the whole 'Spark' thing a little too literal," Aiden pointed out startled.

"I… don't know what that is, I've never done that before."

"Your magic is reacting to me," Deucalion looked pleased. "You were right when you claimed me as yours. Your magic knows it too. I think… we will be glorious together, my little Spark."

He brought Stiles' hands closer and kissed his palms gently. Stiles flushed at how genuine the gesture felt. Slowly, he let his eyes wander over the scene. The dead body at their feet, Gerard's heart having been dropped carelessly during their kiss, the Alpha Pack and Erica and Boyd standing around them, together… like a pack. Like Stiles' pack. He could feel it, could feel a sense of respect and awe from them all, even the Alphas he'd only met today. Could feel bonds. There'd been something faint between him, Erica and Boyd before but now it felt strong and deep. Profound. And he could feel bonds building toward the other wolves, Deucalion's pack. His pack, now.

"Did you just…" Kali asked stunned, touching her own heart.

"You took care of Boyd and Erica. And you're my mate's pack. So… you're my pack too. Right?"

Deucalion made a curious noise, wanting to know what was happening, and got his answer from a highly amused Ennis. "Your mate just created pack-bonds with us."

The curious noise turned more impressed and then Deucalion was nuzzling his neck, Stiles willingly baring it. Something in the back of his mind told him it wasn't a good idea to let an Alpha wolf this close to his jugular, but deep down, Stiles knew it was alright. That everything would be alright from now on, as long as he had his mate and his pack.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Welcome aboard my newest ship! Obsessed with the idea of Stiles joining the Alpha Pack, gonna explore that a lot more in more fics, but first of all, a bit of True Mates fluff with murder ;D