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Chapter 3: Pack
When they got up to her room Stiles stopped for a moment. “Wait here a moment,” She said entering her bedroom and closing her door behind her. He caught a glimpse of the light blue walls and messy unmade bed before the door closed, and he figured she was probably going to clean it a bit. When she opened the door the walls were dark blue, the blue sheets were black with stars and there was a fluffy green pillow in place of the dark blue one. Her desk, which was light brown wood before if he remembered from when she'd made him strip for her friend, was now white with a raised level and cleaned neat and tidy. Her computer sat nicely on top of it with a big brown book with a Celtic knot and a notebook with an oval shaped cat with tabby stripes on it, and her wood floor was now covered with a fluffy black rug.
“I like the change, magic?” He asked as the smell of her spell hit his nose.
She nodded. “I figured I should make it more my style, since I changed it for Scott’s sake,” she explained, watching him look around. She had 4 hanging caged lights at different heights in the middle of the room and a white side table by her bed with a cubic clock and a book on runes. She pointed up. “You're missing the best part.”
Derek looked where her finger pointed to see the black ceiling that was cover with little balls of magic, each in a different color. Some were white, others were blue or red or orange or pink or purple or gold. He gaped at it before looking at her. “That's amazing.” He looked at the pictures on the desk, there was one that held a close up of a full grown fox that seemed to be posing for the camera and another of a younger fox, a kit, that was taken from a bit of a distance. He asked about them.
“This one’s me, fully shifted,” She pointed to the fox kit. “And this one’s my mother, the last picture we have of her shifted before she died.” She finished now pointing to the posing adult fox. Derek nodding solemnly, in understanding changing the subject to all the other references to foxes and wolves. She had jewelry, posters, movies, and books. “I really want to blow it up like I usually would, ya know? Make it painfully obvious for anyone to think I’m a wolf -even though I’m not,” She mused.
“Well it’ll definitely drive Scott out of his mind,” Derek said and Stiles laughed.
“That’s just a bonus,” She gestured for him to come on. “Come one, we came up here to play Mario kart.” She said pointing to the space in front of her tv. She turned the tv and boot up the game. Derek was about to sit on the floor before she stopped him. “Pick a color: turquoise, white, navy, or black?”
“Black?” he asked, giving her a questioning look.
She snapped her fingers and a fluffy white chair and a black bean bag chair appeared in the empty space. “I figured you wouldn't want the mega fluffy chair, but if you do I can fix it.” She gave him a shy smile, which he returned.
“It's fine, Stiles.” He said sitting down.
They played for the full 2 hours.
And ended in a tie.
She glared playfully at the older man.
“You owe me a rematch.”
Derek had left hours before and now Stiles sat alone on her bed, with the biggest grin possible. She didn’t even know why she was so happy. She was calm and content when Derek was there, not being the Derek she and Scott thought he was. He was so carefree and he was smiling, and god. She would kill to see that smile again. It felt good to see her packmate smiling and happy, beyond good. She couldn’t even Describe it. Things like this normally didn’t happen with foxes since they don’t have packs, they normally stay with their families. Pack was different, better in a way.
Her smile stuck the rest of the night, and when her dad got home he even asked why she was so happy. She just shrugged and he ended up grinning too. They ate their dinner happily, conversing about normal family things for the first time in years, and they went to bed with smiles on their faces.
She headed up to her room, switching on the lights in time to see two figure climbing into her room through her window.
When they saw the lights turn on they jumped and fell over each other before standing straight, while Stiles made her magic stars on the ceiling disappear, as well as hiding her spell books from the intruders. Scott and Allison. Scott was wearing his jean jacket, some worn jeans and a black shirt with some brown sneakers. Typical Scott. Allison had a blue-green top with an anchor and the words ‘I Will Never’ in black letters with torn denim shorts and white sandal heels with a gold arrow ring.
“What are you two doing here?” She growled, nearly shifted. “And you of all people should know better than to enter a wolf’s den without permission, Argent,” The two stayed silent, only looking at her. “I’ll ask you one last time. What are you doing here, McCall? Argent? ” She spat their names.
“Why was Derek here? And what happened to your room?” Scott asked avoiding her questions.
“Wrong answer,” She growled, shifting her claws and placing an illusion on them so they looked like a wolf’s. “Now you can either give me the right answer, or someone’s getting mauled. Let me tell you now, it won’t be me.” She looked at them before adding something else. “And dear Scott, Derek was here because he’s pack. You’re not pack and I don’t think Peter, Derek, or my dad will be happy that either of you are here in my room.”
“You don’t need to be afraid of Peter and Derek Stiles!” Scott said finally, taking his hands out of his jean jacket pockets and holding them up as if saying ‘I-mean-no-harm’.
Stiles outright laughed. “Scared? Of Derek and Peter? Yeah, no. That was a good joke, though.”
“You don’t have to lie, we know he forced you to get the bite and that you didn’t want it. My dad can take care of it, giving someone the bite without consent is reason for extermination,” Allison said.
“Scott, I want you to listen to my heart when I say this, okay?” She said with her voice low as she glared at the two, before looking over at Allison. “Peter didn’t force the bite on me without consent. He even talked to my dad and explained everything,” She looked back to Scott. “So tell me, McCall, did I lie? Did my heart stutter?” She asked, her voice sickly sweet.
“Stiles, Peter brainwashed you! He’s a murderer!” Scott tried to reason as she entered her closet, coming out in a black pajama tank top that said ‘If you snooze you lose’ with matching short black pajama shorts and a black sleep mask that said F**K OFF! in pink letters on her head, her hair in a messy bun.
“I think you two should go,” Her voice rumbled as she heard her dad coming up the stairs to her room.
Allison huffed, dragging Scott back out the window, letting her brown ringlet curls bounce as she did Lydia’s typical ‘I’m-better-than-you’ turn.
“Oh and please don’t come back anytime soon!” She called after them in a sing-song voice, before sighing. “Damn it, now I have to scent this place again. Derek’s gonna be pissed if he finds out.” She muttered to herself, doing her best to magic away the two intruders’ scents and cover it with her own before settling into her sheets. Using her magic she turned off the lights and putting her stars back before falling asleep, cuddling into her detective pusheen plush.
“Damn it, now what?” The tan brunette asked his girlfriend as they walked to her car.
“Well, she’s obviously been brainwashed… Maybe she’s under some sort of spell?” She suggested.
“Maybe… I’ll have to ask Deaton about that tomorrow.” He said nodding as they drove off.
When Stiles woke up the next day it was by ‘Kick Me When I’m Down’ by Sleeping With Sirens blasting in her ears. She fell off her bed in fright, landing face first in her fluffy rug. She shakily stood up, sliding her feet into her fluffy white bunny slippers and slipped her mask to her forehead before heading down stairs, her pusheen plush still in her arms. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and almost dropped the stuffed cat when she saw Derek sitting at the table with her dad, senses still blurred from sleep.
“I though I heard voices.” She said teasingly, lying smoothly-because she didn't hear them.
“You gonna get ready for school, kiddo?” Her dad asked smirking.
“Yeah, after I get coffee.” She said, groggy.
She poured the dark brown liquid energy heaven into her black cat mug and took a large drink from it, sighing contently. She opened her eyes to see Derek staring at her with a funny look on his face. “What?”
“Bunny slippers and a stuffed animal, Stiles?” He teased and she huffed and snapped her fingers.
In a stereotypical puff of smoke her clothes were changed to a flowy beige tank top with a tassel, black jeans with rips on the thigh and knee, and mid-calf high combat boots. Her makeup was done with a nice cat eye, and she had a howling wolf necklace and her fox necklace on along with her moon ring on her wrist was a black and gold band made up of separate beaded strings . To top off the look she wore large black hoop earrings, a nice leather jacket, and her hair was down letting the soft brown curls cascade down her back.
She smirked at him, taking another drink of her coffee. “Better?”
He frowned. “Why do you smell like Scott and Allison?”
Stiles groaned. “Damn it, How’d you know? I can’t even smell it...” She sighed and her dad gave her a worried look. “They decided to break into my room last night and I thought I did a good job magicking the scent away, but I guess not.”
Derek growled, his green eyes flashing blue for a quick second. “What did they do?”
“You mean besides threaten to kill you and Peter? Which, by the way, nearly had me shifted in front of them and then my game would be ruined. They said I was brainwashed, said I ‘don’t have to be afraid of you and Peter’, shit about the bite, blah blah blah. I might have maimed them if dad hadn’t been coming up the stairs. It was a good way to scare them.” She explained. “I also told them that there was no ‘nonconsensual bite’ and that dad knows, though. Now you,” She pointed at Derek. “Get to help me re-scent mark my room- Peter can put his alpha scent here later.”
Derek nodded and the two headed up the stairs.
“By the way, I just remembered, are you and Peter coming here later or are we going there? You said you’d ask him yesterday.”
“Peter said we’d stop by at 4:30 if that works for you,”
Stiles thought for a moment. “That works. Danny and I are doing lab work so I’m having both him and Jackson here so I can explain a little bit,”
“I’ll tell him,”
After about 10 minutes they finally stopped. “I can’t smell them anymore,” Derek told her.
“How’d you even smell them to begin with? I couldn’t even smell them and I know their scents better,”
Derek just shrugged. “Get your bag, we have to go.”
She nodded, grabbing her backpack, making sure she had everything she needed inside and grabbed her phone off the desk. She looked at it for a minute then held her hand over it, closing her eyes. When she opened them the case had changed to a forest-like scene with a purple-black background and white trees, there was a full moon over them and wolf eyes by the moon. At the bottom, the word howl was crawled in curly letters. Derek just shook his head in amusement as they made their way to the Camaro, though Stiles felt like she was forgetting something.
“You’re really milking the thought that you’re a wolf aren’t you?”
Without hesitation she responded with a quick ‘Yup.’
The drive went smoothly with a comfortable silent atmosphere and when they pulled into the school Stiles finally remembered that small thing she nearly didn’t ask.
“Hey, I need you to bring the jeep here for me since you’re not picking me up today,” She said as she got ready to get out. She held a key to him. “Here’s the spare key, don’t crash my baby,” She said with a wink and Derek nodded at her.
“Bye, Stiles,” Derek called out the open window when she closed the door.
“Bye, Der,” She said as she walked off, meeting her two friends at her locker.
“Hey, Danny! Hey, Jax!” She called walking over to them.
“Wow, that’s a good look on you, Stiles,” Danny said looking her up and down. “Too bad I’m not straight.” He added earning laughs from the other two.
“Okay, so, change of plans, sort of, Danny we’re still gonna do our lab work, but Jackson I won’t have time to pick you up so you get to come with.” She said giving him an innocent smile.
Jackson groaned. “What am I gonna do while you guys do lab work?”
She grinned. “You can play any game you want on any of my game systems? You can read? We won’t take that long,”
“You got Call of Duty?”
“What do you take me for?”
All of Stiles classes leading up to lunch went without a hitch, then at lunch the ‘Queen’ made her appearance. She strutted up to the group of three in her pink cherry blossom dress with white opened toed heels. Her Hair was in a fishtail braid, with some of the front down to frame her face, and she had sparkling gold eyeshadow with a cat-eye with light pink lipstick.
“Huh, somehow I was expecting you to break into my house last night too. What? Didn’t want to ruin your new heels?” She sneered at the strawberry blond.
Lydia rolled her eyes at the brunette. “No, I’m not dumb enough to break into the sheriff’s house.”
Stiles crossed her arms. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.”
“You can drop whatever act this is, Stilinski. Don’t pretend you’re all this when you’re not, but congrats to whoever gave you the makeover,” She snarked and flipped her braid off her shoulder.
Stiles didn’t even respond, just rolled her eyes at the slightly shorter girl. ‘Hypocrite!’
Danny and Jackson looked at the two girls, obviously confused. Lydia turned to the two boys and walked over to them, kissing Jackson hard before walking away, smirking at Stiles.
Stiles laughed. “Oh my god,” She barely got out. “She-she thinks I like you!” She said still giggling and Jackson rolled his eyes.
“We’re not even together,”
“You and Stiles or you and Lydia?” Danny snickered and Jackson groaned.
“Neither.”
The rest of the day went by as smoothly as it could, despite it being school and when the bell rang the trio went outside Stiles smiled. Her beautiful blue jeep was parked where Derek’s car had been only 7 hours prior.
“What? We don’t get to ride in that Camaro, Stiles?” Jackson teased as they walked towards the blue jeep.
“Derek’s coming around later, I told you that already, so he’s not driving us,” She said shaking her head amused.
She unlocked the doors and they were about to get in when Scott once again interrupted her when she was at her happiest.
“What? Derek ditch you already?” Allison sneered, putting a hand on her hip. She was wearing a light pink sheer-type fabric halter tank with a ribbon on the front with black jeans and white converse. She had a fake-gold ring that matched her top and her usual gold arrow ring. Scott was wearing his usual jean jacket with a red shirt and some new-ish jeans with his brown sneakers. Lydia was with them as well still in her dress and heels.
“No, I’m meeting with him later,” Stiles responded, not batting an eyelash. “Ya know, for a group that’s trying to get me and Scott to be buddy-buddy again, you’re doing a pretty bad job,” She commented looking at them as she opened the driver’s side door. “And for the record, I wasn’t even thinking about torturing you during lacrosse but now I think I might, thanks for the idea.” She winked as she hopped in with the other two. Jackson in the passenger seat and Danny in the back.
“But- Wait how did you--?” Scott sputtered but was cut off as Stiles sped away with a laugh.
Jackson happily played Call of Duty while Stiles and Danny quickly finished up their lab work, even despite Stiles’ comment of: “Don’t worry Jackson, I won’t tell anyone you’re secretly a nerd!” which was promptly followed by her laughter. After 45 minutes of lab work and Call of Duty Stiles finally called their attention.
“Okay, what I’m going to tell you might be kind of hard to believe, but you have to trust me. Ya got it?” She asked, taking a breath.
“Okay…” They both said slowly looking at her, clearly worried.
“Well, I’m half Druid and Half werefox, I’m part of a werewolf pack, and the people we’re meeting with later are werewolves,” She said quickly before adding. “Scott’s a werewolf too, Allison comes from a werewolf hunter family, and Lydia is a something -we don’t know what yet,”
They stared at her and she sighed again, getting up she picked the two pictures off her desk. “This is my mother, who was a werefox, fully shifted,” She showed them the picture of her mom that Derek asked about earlier. “And this is me fully shifted,” She handed the two pictures to her friends. “A druid is basically a good magic user, and I don’t mean talent wise. Witches are creatures who stole their power and a driven mad by it, just so you know. My dad is a druid, and I’m a druid in training. Right now I’m just called a Spark, though, I won’t be a full-blown druid until I finish complete my Dad’s training.” She looked at them and waited.
“Can you prove it?” Danny finally asked, breaking the long silence her confession created.
Stiles smiled. “What do you want me to do?”
“Can you shift like this?” Jackson pointed to the picture of her full shift.
“No prob!” She said and within moments she was a mere fox on her bedroom floor. She tilted her furry head at them, her fluffy red and white tail swishing behind her before she jumped on Danny’s lap and licked his chin before changing back. “See?”
“What about your magic? Can we have a demonstration?” Danny said smiling. It wasn’t that they didn’t believe her, now they just wanted to see more.
Stiles pointed to her ceiling grinning. “Watch,” She instructed, and they obeyed. She wiggled her fingers and the colorful orbs of magic appeared on her ceiling once again, only this time they spelled out words. ‘Now look at me’.
Their eyes landed on her and saw that her clothes were different. She had her pajamas back on then once again, in a blink she was back in her beige top and leather jacket.
“That’s unbelievable,” Jackson said, awestruck.
“As cool as this is, why are you telling us?”
Stiles smirked. “Ah Danny-boy, always the first to catch on,” She glanced a her clock “Well, In about an hour and a half my alpha is going to be here with Derek, offering the two of you the bite.”
“The bite?” Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow.
“They’re offering you a place in our pack and the bite, which will turn you into a werewolf. You don’t have to say yes, and if you want Peter can talk to your parents about it, but you have as much time as you need to think about it. Anyway, they’re coming over to introduce themselves, tell you a bit about the bite and about pack and stuff then leave you to think about it,” She explained smiling at them.
“Why us?” Danny asked her.
“Well, we need more than two wolves to be considered a strong pack, because as of right now it’s just the three of us. Peter actually told me I can get a group together, and he needs young wolves -he’ll explain why later- so I figured I would want some of my friends and some people who actually need it too,”
“Need it?”
“As a werewolf, you get certain perks. Enhanced senses, strength, and inhuman healing abilities. There are two students who I think need it for the healing abilities, and one I just think could fare better with it. Erica Reyes has severe epilepsy and it’s becoming a threat to her life, the bite can cure it.” She explained the first of the other three teens she’d be talking to. “ Isaac Lahey, you guys know him from lacrosse, ya know? That really tall kid who doesn’t talk much and doesn’t like changing in front of people?” The two nodded. “Yeah, his father is abusive. As a druid I can read emotions and if I try I can read thoughts. I noticed a while ago he’s really jumpy and he’s out for days at a time after tests and such, so I talked to him and was able to see into his head. The bite could help him, and my dad is working on getting a warrant for me.”
“Oh…” Danny felt bad for not noticing the jumpiness sooner and not putting the pieces together.
“And lastly, Vernon Boyd,”
“Who?” They both asked at the same time and Stiles gave them a small smile.
“Exactly. He hardly has any presence and doesn’t have any real friends. He’s always alone, so I thought maybe being part of the pack might help him be more social and have people he can rely on.” She said and Danny nodded.
“Aren’t you the kind-hearted one, Stilinski,” Jackson teased her smiling.
They were laughing about the movie they were watching when Stiles shot up from her spot between the two where they were laying on her bed. They looked at her, each with an eyebrow raised.
“They’re here,” She said, getting out of the bed and heading down the stairs with Jackson and Danny close behind.
“Hey Peter,” She smiled at her alpha as she opened the door. “Hey, Der. Come on in,” She stepped out of the way for them to enter.
“Hello Stiles,” Peter smiled at her walking into the kitchen.
“Hey Stiles,” Derek followed his uncle and Stiles gestured for Jackson and Danny to do the same.
“I explained a little bit already, but I figured I should leave the majority of it to you,” She said as she closed the front door.
“I see,” He turned to the teen boys and gave them a smile. “Hello, I’m Peter, Stiles’ Alpha,” He introduced. “This is my nephew Derek,” Derek gave a nod of his head.
“Hi, I’m Danny and this is Jackson,” He pointed to the blond beside him, before smirking some. “Nice to know your real name Derek,” He snickered and Derek huffed glaring half-heartedly at Stiles, who only laughed at the beta’s distress. Peter ignored them.
“Now, to business,” Peter said as he began explaining.
“Taking the bite isn’t without risk, but since you’re young and you know what you’re in for it’s more likely to take,”
“I asked you guys because my magic can tell me if it thinks you’ll survive,” Stiles told them when she heard the spikes in their heart rates.
“You’ll be stronger, faster, and you’ll have heightened hearing and smell. Your taste buds might change too, but I wouldn’t know since I was born,” Derek added.
“I want the bite,” They both said after a while of silence.
“You’re sure? There’s no going back after this, you understand all that the bite entails?” Peter asked them one last time.
“There’s no rush, you don’t have to answer now,” Derek added.
“We’re sure, besides it’ll be easier to get back at McCall this way,” Jackson said with a smirk.
“He thinks I’m a wolf right now, the plan is to keep it that way until I can talk with everyone else too,” She said emphasizing that Scott and his ‘pack’ can’t know that she’s a fox yet. “And he’s gonna be on all our asses once he smells us on you,”
“We can handle McCall, Stiles,” Danny assured her.
“Okay, Peter you may,” She said finally.
“Text your parents and tell them you’ll be here for the night, you’ll be out for a while,” Peter told them giving them a chance to do so while Stiles magicked some sleeping bags in the living room.
“Are you guys staying the night too?” She asked the older men.
Derek only nodded as he helped his uncle carry the two into the living room.
“Are we staying up all night?”
“Probably,”
“I’ll make dinner in a little while, and a little extra because I’m sure those two will be hungry when they wake up,”
“That’d be lovely, thank you Stiles,” Derek’s uncle told her taking a seat on the couch.
“So, you wanna watch Teen Wolf?” she asked grinning.
“Teen Wolf?” Derek asked with a raised brow.
“Yeah. With Michael J. Fox?”
“You just wanna watch it because you have the same name as one of the characters.” Derek teased.
“No, that’s just a coincidence. I just like that movie. Besides, it would be Scott too if the main character’s name wasn’t Howard.” She laughed and the movie popped on.
Stiles watched for a while then yawned.
“Tired already?” Peter asked.
“I did my full shift today, and I’ve been using magic all day,” She mumbled, nuzzling the back of her chair.
“Sleep Stiles, I’ll make dinner,” Derek said. “I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”
“Mmm ‘kay, D’rek…”
Derek chuckled at her, noticing how peaceful she was in the presence of her pack. She’d never been this calm around Scott, he noted.
“--iles. ‘Tiles. Stiles!”
Stiles’s eyes opened. “Mm?” She muttered rubbing her eyes, her magic makeup not moving under her fingers.
“Food’s ready,” Derek’s voice told her. “Peter’s at the table already.”
“Okay,” She said as she stood, stumbling over her feet. Derek steadied her as she woke herself up. “Thanks.”
He smiled down at her. “Your welcome,”
“Are Jackson and Danny still okay?” She asked, taking her seat next to Peter, across from Derek.
“They’re fine, there’s been no complications. The bite took just fine,” Peter assured.
Derek nodded, setting a plate of homemade baked macaroni and cheese in front of her. “We’re just waiting for them to wake up, now.”
Stiles nodded and took a bite, moaning at the taste. “So good,” She sighed. “Derek, you’re cooking for me for the rest of your life,” She said before taking another bite, and the two wolves chuckled.
“Whatever you say, Stiles,” Derek said, taking a bite of his own, nearly choking on it in laughter when he saw the girl pout.
“I smell food,” She heard Danny mumble in the living room.
He stretched, and yawned following the scent of the food into the dining room.
“Hey, welcome back,” Stiles smiled at him.
“Hey,” He said as he eyed her plate of mac and cheese.
“There’s more in the kitchen,” Peter said chuckling at the fresh beta.
Danny nodded. “Thanks,” He said making his way to the kitchen filling a plate. “I feel like I could eat a horse,”
“That’s normal, you burn more calories as a wolf, so you’d naturally need more food,” Peter explained as Danny took the seat next to Stiles.
“That and you were just bitten and haven’t eaten anything since noon,” Stiles added, getting up to get more.
When she came back Jackson was in her seat, rubbing his eyes. She’d give him a break this time, but next time she’d fight for her seat.
“There’s homemade mac & cheese in the kitchen she told him, now sitting next to Derek and across from Danny. Jackson nodded and got up getting his own plate.
“How are you guys feeling?” Derek asked the two.
“Like smelling everything is going to take a while to get used to,” Jackson said and Danny nodded, taking another large bite of the pasta.
“And the hearing,”
“I’m surprised you guys are up already, normally you’re out for more than just three hours,” Derek told them.
“Shit!” Stiles said suddenly as she turned her head to the man next to her. “You put some away for my dad, right?”
Derek nodded. “Yeah,”
She sighed in relief. “Good, I don’t want him eating any fast food or any of the desert I have in the cabinet,” She said and watched the two new wolves perk up a bit.
“Desert?” Peter leered scenting the air, and Stiles laughed.
“I hid them with magic so you wolfies wouldn’t find them,” She teased. “I made some cookies and brownies.”
“Homemade?” Derek asked.
“Is there any other way?” She said, nearly scandalized by the mere thought of her making cookies from a box.
“I’ll get them when you guys are done,” She nodded at the two teens. “Also, you guys have to be careful at school tomorrow, especially if you’re participating in lacrosse,”
They nodded at her, then the darker skinned boy looked at the alpha. “You said we have to find an anchor, something that’ll keep us grounded, right?” The three born weres nodded. “And it can be anything? An emotion, a person, an object?” He continued, receiving another round of nods. He paused and thought for a moment.
“I can give you something to focus on if you need it, a talisman if you will,” Derek told them, earning an odd look from Stiles. He pulled a bronze disk out of his pocket and held it out to them. Stiles raised her brows but he just gave her a ‘go-with-it’ look.
She just shook her head fondly with Peter, finishing her pasta and grabbing the cookies and brownies.
“Enjoy,” She said. “And remember we have school and lacrosse tomorrow, I’m gonna change,” She looked down at her clothes. She was no longer wearing her leather jacket or boots and she looked over the articles which were now by the door. “And thanks for taking my shoes and jacket off, Der!” She called from the stairs as she made her way to her room, not wanting to use any more magic for the night.
When she finished changing into her pajamas, Stiles couldn’t help but think how domestic they were. ‘I guess packs and families aren’t really that different, huh Mom?’ She thought fondly before joining them again with a large grin on her face.