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Title: Mischief and Chaos – The Spark and the Void
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, canon divergence, Nogitsune Stiles, Spark Stiles, Pack Alpha Peter, True Mates, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort, fluff, explicit intercourse, oral, m/f
Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia, Chris/Sheriff
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Danny Mahealani, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Claudia Stilinski, Vernon Boyd II, Anita Boyd, Alicia Boyd
Summary: Stiles' mom is dying and in an attempt to run away from it all, he ends up at a clearing with a cut-down tree that talks to him. He makes a deal with a dark fox to ease his mother's mind and gains a life-long companion for it. And then there's this new girl at school, Allison, who decides to be his friend. His life unfolds a little different from thereon out.
Mischief and Chaos
The Spark and the Void
Part 3: The Wolf and the Fire
Stiles had spent a lot of his time at the Nemeton, while his mom was dying, and practically all of it in the week after the funeral. He'd gotten much less time to do so in the months after Allison and Chris started hijacking his life. He still went to visit her and train his magic a little, but suddenly, he had much more on his plate. Between the Argents and the sudden friend group he had been adopted into and his dad now having time for him again – while mom had been dying, his dad had been so busy taking care of her, he often wouldn't even notice when Stiles went missing for hours, not because he didn't care but because he was stretched thin with work and mom.
Stiles also used to be able to sneak off to Nemy whenever his dad had a nightshift. Because his dad trusted him to stay in bed and be alone, more so out of necessity than real trust at first, when mom had still been in the hospital and dad had just been so overwhelmed. However, since the Argents had become a part of their lives, Stiles no longer had nights he spent all alone where he could sneak out, because now, whenever his dad had a night shift, Stiles would be staying at the Argents'.
He hadn't taken an overnight bag to the Argents' place in months. The guest room was more or less his at this point. He had spare clothes at their place, had his own toothbrush resting just next to Ally's – his was a Batman brush, Ally's was Green Arrow because she thought archers were cool. They had had many a fight about this. Clearly, detectives were cooler than archers.
It wasn't a onesided deal either though. Chris' work often times took him out of town, sometimes for a couple days at a time. Ally had her own toothbrush at the Stilinskis' too. The two of them had their own bedtime and morning routine together. Stiles had always wanted a sibling and somehow, over the past months, he'd started to feel like he finally did.
"And you just… lay here?" Allison asked wondrously.
The two of them were laying on top of the Nemeton, head to head next to each other, both staring up into the sky. It still grounded him, helped him breath a little easier, when he was on his tree. Even though Nemy was still a bit angry at him for letting Void in, she had mostly come around.
"Yu—up," Stiles grinned and folded his hands over his stomach. "I like it. It… calms me. Just… close your eyes for a moment and listen to the forest? The wind's whistling, the rustling of the leafs, the animals running around in the under bushes?"
Stiles did the same, feeling himself near melt into the tree stump beneath them as the forest swallowed him with its sounds. After a while, Allison hummed in appreciation.
"Yeah. I think I get it. It's nice. Feels kinda… free. Like there is nothing but us and the forest."
"Exactly," Stiles grinned broadly. "Just us and the forest."
He opened his eyes again and watched the colors dance in the air. The magic of this place. Ever since he'd let Void in, he could see it, if he chose to. It was sparkly and colorful and beautiful.
"You were right," Stiles said after a little while. "It really does get easier."
Allison reached out and took his hand. "Thanks for showing me your special alone place."
"Thanks for making me no longer feel alone so I don't need an alone place anymore," Stiles turned his head to look at her with a broad grin. "I like a Stiles-and-Allison place much more."
"Yes," Allison giggled. "I think I like a Stiles-and-Allison place too."
/break\
"You suck, Stilinski. You suck and I absolutely hate you."
Stiles snickered and bumped shoulders with Jackson. "You are the worst loser ever, Jacks."
"Yeah he is," Danny agreed from Jackson's other side. "Hand over the controller, Whittemore."
Jackson grumbled but obeyed and handed the controlled over to Danny before slumping back. They were at Jackson's, because Jackson always had the newest game consoles and games. Because his parents were filthy rich and were also trying to bribe their son into loving them. Apparently, Jackson hadn't told them that he loved them ever since he'd learned that he was adopted. Stiles and Danny were definitely benefiting from that, though Stiles felt a little bad for them.
"You should tell your parents that you love them," Stiles said, all of a sudden.
Danny's eyes wandered over to seize Jackson's reaction. Jackson just laid there with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown etched into his features. Stiles turned his attention back to the screen, letting Jackson feel whatever he was feeling right now. It was funny, a year ago, Stiles would have totally gotten punched in the face for this. Well, a year ago, he would not have said that to Jackson, because he wouldn't have been talking to Jackson, much less sat in his living room.
"The x box is nice, but don't get too mushy, Stilinski," Jackson muttered.
"It's not about the stupid x box, Jackson!" Stiles turned to glare at him. "Do you know how lucky you are that you have two parents who love you? So they aren't your bio parents, so what? They love you, they chose you. Tell them that you love them while you still can. Because you can't tell your birth parents, they're dead. And you'll never know how long you can tell David and Marjorie either because you don't know how long parents live. Sometimes they just die and you'll never be able to tell them that you love them again."
Stiles was still glaring but he was also squinting away tears. Jackson ducked his head and turned away from him, unable to look Stiles in the eyes. Sniffing a little, Stiles turned back to the screen.
"I get that you're angry that your birth parents died before you ever got the chance to know them. I get that you're angry that you'll never be able to tell them that you love them," Stiles continued in a softer tone. "But that's not David and Marjorie's fault. They chose you and they chose to love you."
/break\
Stiles was running through the woods alongside Void in his dream. He'd gotten really good at shaping his dreams ever since Void had nestled into his mind. The fox's powers laid in darkness, chaos, trickery and illusions, extending to dreams too. He was teaching Stiles not just how to use the magic that had already lived inside the boy, but also how to use the fox's magic.
In Stiles' dreams, the forest was always lush and it was a blend of all seasons. Snow covered hills and colorful leafs dancing in the wind while flowers blossomed beneath their feet. It was chaos and they both reveled in it. The longer Void stayed with him, the more Stiles felt inclined to chaos too. Like he could taste it in the air. It strengthened Void and by now, their link was deep enough that Stiles felt stronger too whenever the fox fed.
"I approve of the second father you acquired," Void declared when they reached the Nemeton.
The two of them curled together beneath her. In Stiles' dreams, Nemy's tree got to be tall and strong and powerful, not cut down by the villains of the past. The duo blended into the tree's shadow, Void on Stiles' lap and Stiles' fingers running through pitch-black fur.
"I don't have a second father," Stiles argued with a frown. "Chris just… helps."
"By being your father," Void argued, ear twitching. "He feeds you and your first father, he has brought you a sibling into your home, he tucks you into bed, brings you to school and picks you up after whenever Noah is at work. He helps you with your homework and research, has taught you a vital life skill by teaching you and Noah how to cook. When you and Allison got into trouble the other day, Noah and Christopher sat you down together and berated you together. You even share the same punishment, dealt by them. They have become your fathers."
Huh. Stiles blinked a couple times. He hadn't looked at it like that. Maybe because it had all crept up on them slowly? Gradual changes. But he supposed Void was right. Was that allowed? Could he have two dads? He thought people needed a dad and a mom, or a single parent. But two dads?
"We will have to do research on this," Stiles declared eagerly.
Void snorted at that but didn't argue. "I like the chaos he brings. It drips off him whenever he returns home. It tastes delicious. He's a dangerous man."
Well, Stiles didn't know how he felt about that. He knew Chris was a dangerous man, because he had like all of the guns. And some weapons Stiles couldn't even name. But Chris wasn't a danger to Stiles or his dad, so Stiles didn't think of him as dangerous in general.
/break\
"People can just be gay, huh," Stiles blinked surprised.
Him and Allison were over at Lydia's to do this research, because Stiles absolutely did not want to even chance it that Noah or Chris could come across any of this, since technically, the research was about them. Though the results were a little confusing.
What they'd found out was that sometimes, kids could have two moms, or two dads. Because people could, apparently, be gay. That was new. Stiles had never met a man who loved another man? He hadn't known that was an option. He didn't know how helpful this was in regards to his dad and Chris, but it sure was a life-altering discovery.
"...Wasn't that why we did this research?" Lydia asked confused.
"Well, uhm," Stiles continued blinking, unsure what to say.
Lydia scrunched up her nose and sat up, arms crossed over her chest. "I thought we were doing this because you are gay. Isn't that… You are gay, right?"
"Wait so you knew this was an option before?" Stiles asked instead.
"Mom watches Will & Grace and she lets me watch it too. There's gays in it," Lydia nodded. "So?"
So what? So, was Stiles gay? He looked from Lydia down to their research and back up to Lydia. But he had a ten year plan of making Lydia fall in love with him though. Well. He used to have that. Since the first day of school. Things were different now, maybe, because Lydia was his friend. And so was Jackson. And the two of them were now officially a couple. They had started holding hands at lunch and he had even seen Lydia kiss Jackson's cheek last week. Stiles didn't know how he felt about getting between them since he liked them both. But he had known when they entered school and every boy stared after Lydia and Lydia was just the prettiest girl that he should marry her.
She was really pretty. But Allison was just as pretty. And Stiles could definitely not imagine marrying Allison, she was like practically his sister at this point, only missing the technicality that their dads weren't together, which seemed to be a requirement for co-parenting and may present a problem, because both Chris and Noah had had wives in the past, so they weren't gay. And Stiles' mom had only been dead for a little under a year, he really didn't like the idea of his dad being in love with anyone else anyway, woman or man. So he may have to pin this whole 'two dads' thing for now.
"It's okay," Allison said softly, patting Stiles' arm gently and gaining his attention. "If you're gay. Or if you're not. I'll love you anyway, Stiles."
He offered her a bright grin. "I love you too, Ally."
"Yeah, if you two aren't going to fall into epic 'childhood best friends' love, then he's definitely gay," Lydia commented with an eye-roll. "But for the record, I'll still like you even if you aren't."
Stiles huffed slightly but appreciated the sentiment. He thought so, at least.
/break\
Ally's aunt was visiting. Stiles… didn't like her. There was something weird about her. Creepy. Void kept thrilling in the back of his mind, buzzing in hunger. There was chaos oozing out of her, but it wasn't… good chaos. By now, Stiles had gotten really good at judging these things. He couldn't even let Void feed on her, he just wanted to get as far away from her as he could.
You have good instincts, kit. She's dangerous, in a chaotic way. Unpredictable.
"Stop sounding so excited," Stiles muttered beneath his breath.
He stuffed his toothbrush into his mouth and glared at the mirror. Void blinked back at him from the mirror. A neat trick they'd learned a couple weeks ago. Since the hospital, Void hadn't been able to really manifest in the real world yet. He only had been able to do that because he'd been fed to the max by the chaos in Claudia's scattered mind. Now, he didn't get these kind of meals anymore. He had to sustain himself from the chaos of elementary school, occasionally, Stiles would sneak onto one of his dad's crime-scenes, knowing these served the fox well too, but it wasn't as overwhelming a feast as Claudia's sickness had been, so the fox couldn't perform outstanding tricks. Not yet, anyway. Void kept claiming that as Stiles and his magic grew, Void would grow stronger too.
Stiles spit out his toothpaste and rinsed before patting out to the guestroom. He poked his head in.
"Night, Ally," Stiles whispered into the dark room.
Rustling on the bed and then a sleepy yawn. "Night, Stiles."
Chris was out of town for work and her aunt had 'plans' so Ally had gone home with Stiles after school today. Good. He didn't like the thought of Allison being alone with her aunt. Void chirped delighted, Stiles could feel his tails be all bushy in excitement. There was chaos in the air. Still, Stiles headed to bed. He drifted off into a sleepless dream. He didn't like those. A half-awake state haunted by dreams that left him exhausted in the morning. They were usually a sign that Void was in dire need of feeding, or could taste a delicious meal nearby and couldn't wait to have it. The worst were when it was both at the same time. He didn't know how long it actually lasted before he was jolted out of his dream by a jerk in his gut that left him breathless.
He stared wide-eyed at the wall, the shadows around him darkening on instinct, like they were trying to comfort him. Void in his head was close to purring in excitement. Stiles' hands were shaking. Chaos was here. His own thoughts and Void's voice spoke as one.
Stiles scrambled out of his bed and stumbled out of the room. He froze when he saw the lights on and his dad wearing his uniform. Noah frowned down at him and sighed.
"Did I wake you, kiddo?" Noah ruffled his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. A call came in. It's… big. I need to go. You and Ally, be good and stay inside, please?"
Stiles nodded while blinking owlishly. His dad left and Stiles quietly counted to ten after he heard the cruiser start and head out of their driveway. Once it felt safe, he headed for the stairs. He was barely putting on his red hooded jacket when Allison grabbed his arm.
"Stiles? Where are you going? Why are you wearing your jacket?"
No. No, no, no. We have to go there. I have to see the chaos. I crave it, Stiles. We have to go.
Stiles breathed through his nose. He was aware of that, but he couldn't really get rid of Ally now, could he? They'd have to compromise. Void bristled at that, displeased. Stiles huffed.
"I dunno, there's something big. Dad wouldn't have left in the middle of the night on his night off if it wasn't really big," Stiles wiggled his nose. "I wanna see. I'm curious."
Allison rolled her eyes and grabbed her own jacket. "Put on proper shoes, Stiles."
Right. Better than loafers. Good thinking. That was why he needed Allison. She thought of the things Stiles forgot. He reached for her hand for reassurance before the two headed out. Once outside the house, Stiles let the chaos guide him. It was like sparks dancing in the air, cackling like fire. Until they reached its source and Stiles realized why the chaos felt like fire. His breath hitched when they stood in front of a large mansion set ablaze. And then he took a deep breath, inhaling the chaos of it all. Void was buzzing as he got to feast. Stiles stepped closer when he noticed movement. The window to the basement, there were hands sticking out of them. Once Stiles was near enough, he saw a man, trying to reach out. His face was horribly burned, but his eyes stood out, such a bright blue, in contrast to the flames. Stiles' own eyes widened. Not just at the horrifying realization that there were people inside the burning building, but because of the strange feeling in his chest.
Looking into those blue eyes, Stiles felt like something was snapping into place. Mine.
That one thought, that one word, was all it took. Without making a conscious decision and without effort did he summon a storm. The sky above them turned pitch-black with rain-clouds, but the darkness didn't last long as the earth-shaking thunder rolled around, accompanied by flashing lightning so bright it looked like day for a few seconds. And then the rain poured down, strong and thick, not easing up until the flames were completely extinguished.
The thunder echoed, louder than Stiles had ever heard it before, mirroring the scream that was stuck in Stiles' throat. Someone had done this. An accident wouldn't have waken Void like that. This was chaos – destruction and devastation, intentionally created to cause harm. Lightning hit a nearby tree, setting it aflame. Allison jumped and rushed over to Stiles to grab his hand.
I will hunt them down and I will make them bleed.
Void was purring in delight at the thought reverberating in Stiles' mind, over and over again until it consumed him whole. This would be horrible enough if it had happened to a stranger, but it had happened to the man with the blue eyes. The one who was Stiles'. Stiles may not understand what that meant, how this man was his, but he still knew. The same way he knew how to breath, the same way his body blinked. Automatic, natural, a part of existing.
"S… Stiles," Allison gasped, her eyes wide in fear. "Your eyes… they're glowing."
Stiles furrowed his brows at her and tilted his head. Movement at their feet drew both their attention though, as Void emerged from his shadow. The fox was bigger than the last time he'd emerged. So much bigger. Like a proper, real fox, not the little kit he'd been last time. The pitch-black fox chirped and shook himself before he took off into the woods. Hunting. Stiles turned his head to watch Void run and then he screeched after the demon, in a very fox-like sound.
Allison let go of his hand, instead covering her mouth. The look on her face was afraid.
"It's okay, Ally," Stiles frowned at her. "I'm okay. I'm good. I promise."
"But you just—The storm! And the fox! And your eyes!"
"I'm a witch!" Stiles blurted out quickly, eyes widening. "I have magic! I just needed the fire out! And the fox is like, his name is Void and he's like my familiar!"
Huh. All of that was kind of true. Void would bristle at being called a familiar, but he technically kind of was? He was a catalyst for Stiles' magic and he was a talking animal companion who fed on Stiles' magic. Allison was still staring at him with wide eyes. Before they could keep talking, Stiles was swept up into someone's arms. When he turned, he saw his dad. Noah frowned and went to also pick Allison up. He quickly carried them over to his car.
"What are you two doing here, how did you even get here so fast. Are you okay? Chris is going to murder me if something happens to either of you. You were supposed to stay in bed…"
Noah went on, but Stiles kind of tuned him out. His mind was too messy to focus on his dad right now. Void was out there hunting the one who had done this. And his was still inside the house. Was he alive? Would he be alright? Why was he his? What did that mean? And Allison would now probably hate him for being weird and strange and magic. Everything was bad.
/break\
Void was running free, for the first time in decades – no, for the first time in centuries truly running free. Even the last time he had been summoned, he hadn't gotten to run like this, hunt like this. He'd tricked and played and killed, but not hunted. He'd missed the hunt. His boy wanted the creator of chaos dead and Void was more than happy to oblige.
He'd felt the pull of chaos from the Argent woman ever since she had come to town. Christopher was delicious chaos too, sometimes. When he left to go hunt. Void knew what the man was, what the man did. Stiles didn't, not yet. Void wasn't sure how well his boy would handle that. Death was the highest form of chaos and when Chris returned with death clinging to him, Void was more than happy to eat it all up. But the woman? She had been drenched in it and the chaos went beyond the hunt, it was in her mind. Scattered and evil and delicious.
What Void hadn't been able to predict was the mate. Blue, piercing eyes, staring at them desperately. Void could feel the way the matebond snapped into place in Stiles' heart and mind, the thought of mine vibrating so hard in the boy's soul, it shook Void to his core. While Sparks could enter matebonds, Void had never met one who actually felt it this strongly, and first. Usually, they could feel it somewhat, after the bond was sealed. But this was Stiles, claiming his mate first. Perhaps it was Void's fault. He'd created something new with his boy. A kitsune Spark.
The woman screamed when Void sank his fangs into her ankle, easily tearing her ligaments and making her fall. Just to be safe, he went for the other leg too. He licked the blood off his lips and circled her slowly. He could end her oh-so easily, but she wasn't all the chaos.
The mate was filled with chaos too. Vengeance was building up in him in waves. A potential for beautiful, all-consuming chaos. The mate would want to enact his own vengeance. As noble as Stiles' own drive to avenge his mate was, the mate would appreciate it even more to end it himself.
Besides, Void always found it more fun to feast on others' pain and their murders, rather than his own. There was less chaos to it when he delivered the final blow, only silence and quiet.
But Void could ensure that the mate would get his revenge and that the woman wouldn't be able to get away. He bent over her with unblinking eyes, gaze boring into hers, into her very soul, and shattering it. A broken mind couldn't run. And a broken mind created delicious chaos.
/break\
Allison's aunt was in the hospital. She'd been found not far from the crime-scene, the accelerator still evident on her skin, the scent of the fire clinging to her clothes. All evidence pointed to her having laid the Hale Fire, as they had started calling it. Eight dead. Three survivors.
Two of the survivors left town, the ones who hadn't even been in the fire. They hadn't been home. Stiles didn't know them, didn't quite care. It was the third survivor Stiles cared about. Stiles had carefully listened in, at the station, while Allison and Stiles sat in the waiting area, waiting for Noah. One man had survived. It must be his. The next time he had a chance to sneak out at home – and it took a couple days, his dad had been really upset with him this time and made sure to keep a watchful eye on him – Stiles made his way to the hospital.
He was quiet as a mouse as he snuck into the patient room. It hadn't been hard to learn from the nurses where the burn victim from the Hale Fire laid. Inside, he took the man's chart and read through it. Peter Hale. Due to his severe injuries, he was in a coma. Frowning, Stiles put the chart away again and then hopped onto the chair next to the bed. That was the man he'd seen.
"Hello," Stiles whispered softly. "I don't know who you are, but you are mine."
Void chuckled in the back of his mind, before he stepped out of the shadows. It had been nearly a week since the fire, but the fire itself and whatever he had done to Kate Argent after had sustained the fox to a terrifying degree. Stiles wasn't entirely sure what the fox had done, but Kate had supposedly been incoherent and unresponsive, on top of the 'animal attack' injuries she'd suffered (or so he had overheard when Noah and Chris had talked about this, Chris sinking onto their kitchen chair with a devastated look on his face as he tried to reconcile the fact that his baby sister had killed an entire family, burned them alive, adults and children alike).
"He is your mate," Void said while hopping onto the bed.
The fox sniffed the man curiously before curling together on top of his chest. He then proceeded to just lick himself like this was a normal thing to do while laying on top of a stranger. Stiles sighed exasperated, before the fox's words caught up with him.
"Wait. What do you mean mate? What does that mean?"
"Werewolves have something called True Mates," Void looked up at Stiles and Stiles struggled to take him seriously, what with the fox's hindleg being stretched out behind his head in the middle of licking his own belly. "Think soulmates, Stiles. Werewolves have soulmates."
"I'm not a werewolf," Stiles frowned. "I'm a Spark and a kitsune and I feel like that's enough. I can not be all of the things."
Void looked up at him to roll his eyes pointedly. "He is the werewolf. You are his soulmate. But for some reason – and I suspect your Spark – you can feel the bond too. Humans usually can't. They may fall deeply in love with the wolf, but it's just love for them, not a bond, not a presence in their mind that tethers them to the other."
Stiles reached a hand up to rub against his chest. There was that pull, ever since he'd looked into the man's eyes. Because they were soulmates? The frown returned to Stiles' face, deeper this time. So fate had given him someone who was meant to be his, but the person was like twenty years older than Stiles and Stiles only got to meet him when the man nearly died? And now, what? Now his soulmate was in a coma and they couldn't even talk about this.
"Wake up," Stiles ordered in his sternest voice, arms crossed over his chest. "You don't get to chicken out of this soulmate-situation by being in a coma. You have to wake up."
He kept glaring at the man, but his soulmate remained unconscious. How rude. Void was cackling a little at Stiles' frustration, before he uncurled himself and walked around the man, sniffing.
"He smells like chaos and hunger," Void commented pleased. "His mind is filled with vengeance, destruction and chaos. I like him. Fate chose quite well."
Stiles humpfed and glared at the fox. "Is it… Is it like with mom?"
The demon turned toward him and tilted his head, blinking with those too bright and too un-eye-y eyes of his. Like fireflies flickering in the night. A triangular black ear twitched.
"No. Your mother had a genetic disease that was eating away at her brain and mind," Void replied, after a moment. "Your soulmate is being tormented by the pain he has just endured, the loss, and now being stuck in his own body. It is… a different kind of chaos."
Void fed on pain as much as he fed on chaos. When they first met, Claudia had sustained Void. After her death, Stiles and Noah kept the demon well-fed. Lately, both of them had been healing though. Chris and Ally (and Lydia and Jackson and Danny) helped them heal. There was less pain. Stiles still ached, still cried sometimes at nothing because he remembered something his mom had said and would never say again, but a year after her passing, it was no longer a constant pain.
"Can you feed on him?" Stiles asked, tilting his head. "To make him better?"
"To make him feel better," Void corrected. "I can ease his mind if I take his chaos, but it will not make him heal any faster. His body has sustained too much damage and so has his soul."
"Why? How? If I'm his soulmate, shouldn't his soul be like extra good because he has me now?"
Void shook his head before he went to nuzzle the comatose man. "He's a werewolf. He lost more in this fire than just his family. He lost his pack."
"Pack?" Stiles perked up a little, knowing some things about wolves. "Can't we be his pack?"
Void made a small, amused sound. "In theory. But he isn't awake, he can't form pack-bonds while he's unconscious. And his old ones all broke, that is… Pack isn't like human families. You can't just decide to be a family and be together and that's it."
"The way a matebond isn't like being in love?" Stiles asked. "Because you said 'bond' again. Pack-bond. So… this thing that ties me to him, he had those to his family? And they all… snapped?"
Stiles remembered the overwhelming feeling of it snapping into place. The thought of it snapping off again made him want to wretch. Eight people had died in that fire. That meant his soulmate had felt a negative snapping eight times (ten times? Because the two other survivors had chosen to leave?). With an upset frown did Stiles reach out for his soulmate's hand.
"Okay," Stiles whispered softly. "So, you have to wake up and then we can be pack and we can talk about this soulmate-stuff, yeah? But you really need to wake up for that first. Please?"
There was no answer, no movement, nothing. Peter Hale continued laying there and being unresponsive. Stiles' heart broke a little, even though he didn't even know this man.
Author's note: Stiles has decided to form a strong pack for his mate. Next chapter, we're gonna do some pack-building, enter: Erica and the Boyds! And yes, plural ;D
ALSO! This isn't a "daily update" situation. This is an "update every day that I don't have another fixed fic to post" situation, speak: No updates on Friday, Saturday and Monday!
